<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:45:02.332-07:00</updated><category term='current issues'/><category term='where I am at'/><category term='inspirational songs'/><category term='helping others'/><category term='God&apos;s power'/><category term='humor'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Arete' Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Focus on the higher...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7324565214016811642</id><published>2011-12-01T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T13:55:26.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jars of Clay--Five Candles (You Were There)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PvdCI6fIHTk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7324565214016811642?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7324565214016811642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7324565214016811642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7324565214016811642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7324565214016811642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/12/jars-of-clay-five-candles-you-were.html' title='Jars of Clay--Five Candles (You Were There)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PvdCI6fIHTk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3955608698740354347</id><published>2011-11-08T16:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T16:59:50.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illustration: A Visit from a Back-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5y8Un5q03U/TrnBRj5_EOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/_awEfAnNc7s/s1600/Denver_Broncos_helmet_rightface.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5y8Un5q03U/TrnBRj5_EOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/_awEfAnNc7s/s400/Denver_Broncos_helmet_rightface.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672777713090236642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember not too long ago when the Denver Broncos won their first Super Bowl in 1998. There was a lot of fanfare and a great deal of excitement. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One other thing I remember is that the high school of our little town actually received a visit from one of the back-ups from that team. I noticed something very interesting about that visit. The speaker was Patrick Jeffers, who was a back-up wide receiver for the Broncos that first year they won the Super Bowl. If you look at the career of this man, his stats were not all that special. They weren't hall of fame caliber, you could even say that they were barely even Pro Bowl caliber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one of the things I noticed in my little high school is that people started talking about him and idolizing him even though he was at best average. They talked about good he was and different things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story? Sometimes people don't care what you know until they know that you care. The very fact that he took the time out of his busy schedule elevated him in the minds of many of our high school's athletes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3955608698740354347?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3955608698740354347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3955608698740354347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3955608698740354347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3955608698740354347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/11/illustration-visit-from-back-up.html' title='Illustration: A Visit from a Back-up'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5y8Un5q03U/TrnBRj5_EOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/_awEfAnNc7s/s72-c/Denver_Broncos_helmet_rightface.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5012239696669350921</id><published>2011-09-22T04:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T05:29:18.865-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><title type='text'>"She's not a prostitute..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B8XW-BsoiZc/TnsVJHKmjkI/AAAAAAAAArs/UidcwG0Damw/s1600/EmptyStreet_Night.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B8XW-BsoiZc/TnsVJHKmjkI/AAAAAAAAArs/UidcwG0Damw/s400/EmptyStreet_Night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655137003380313666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one time an individual had the opportunity to visit some of his friends who lived in a very large city in the United States. Everyone in this circle of friends was a Christian, and these city friends had a rather unorthodox ministry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They desired to minister to people who for whatever reason or another were on the street, so their weekly ritual was simply to walk up and down a given neighborhood and familiarize themselves with the people that were there. While they were doing this, they would pray for opportunities to witness about Jesus, to minister, or simply just to serve others in some way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The visitor noticed several interesting things as his friends pointed some things out to him. First of all, walk slowly, they said. Next, walk close to the curb, they advised. Another thing they told him was to make sure to stay out of alleyways that could be dangerous. Finally, they said, be careful to note gang colors to understand gang turf and the like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The visitor noticed a woman on one of the curbs who was very scantily clad. He asked one of his friends when they were out of her earshot, "Was she a prostitute?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a long, somewhat awkward, pause from this friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, he said, "She's not a prostitute...she is a person....caught in prostitution." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us remember this day to have a heart for others, just as this group of friends on that night, for the "Son of man did not come to be served, but to serve." (Mark 10:45) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5012239696669350921?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5012239696669350921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5012239696669350921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5012239696669350921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5012239696669350921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-not-prostitute.html' title='&quot;She&apos;s not a prostitute...&quot;'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B8XW-BsoiZc/TnsVJHKmjkI/AAAAAAAAArs/UidcwG0Damw/s72-c/EmptyStreet_Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7712660015624334544</id><published>2011-07-06T05:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T05:38:00.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalizing John 3:16</title><content type='html'>A new way to look at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4821u07Z5g"&gt;John 3:16. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7712660015624334544?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7712660015624334544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7712660015624334544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7712660015624334544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7712660015624334544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/07/personalizing-john-316.html' title='Personalizing John 3:16'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3709008336818991756</id><published>2011-07-03T04:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T04:57:26.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anointed People: "That Boy Will Never Be a Preacher!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_QBM5ie7cM/ThBJ4hweY2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/ZYz3lEhqMgg/s1600/billy-graham.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_QBM5ie7cM/ThBJ4hweY2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/ZYz3lEhqMgg/s400/billy-graham.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625077170068939618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up in the rural Southern U.S. in the 20's, 30's, and 40's, many mothers dreamed that their sons would grow to preach the gospel, much like many today dream of their son growing up to become a doctor or lawyer. During this time, there was a young man in North Carolina named Billy. He was a bit of a quirky youth, and a lot of people did not think much of him. Many people said that "that boy will never grow up to be a preacher". And they were right, in a way. That boy did not simply grow up just to become a preacher. Billy Graham grew up to become one of the most remarkable men that God has used since possibly the Apostle Peter or the Apostle Paul. So the next time that you feel the need to "limit" one of our youngsters, consider that if God wanted to, he could make anyone the next Billy Graham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3709008336818991756?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3709008336818991756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3709008336818991756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3709008336818991756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3709008336818991756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/07/anointed-people-that-boy-will-never-be.html' title='Anointed People: &quot;That Boy Will Never Be a Preacher!&quot;'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_QBM5ie7cM/ThBJ4hweY2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/ZYz3lEhqMgg/s72-c/billy-graham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5108978253409952380</id><published>2011-05-29T15:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T16:34:48.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anointed People: "The Minister is Upstairs" (3 of 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS9_GSGIKLY/TeLATkwLABI/AAAAAAAAApc/T3bXHdRorBg/s1600/03-upstairs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS9_GSGIKLY/TeLATkwLABI/AAAAAAAAApc/T3bXHdRorBg/s320/03-upstairs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612259528172830738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a while since I have posted on this blog, but I thought I would share this one. I'm not even if this is a true story or not, and I could not find it anywhere on the internet, so if you know the story and it is a little embellished, my apologies. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one time there was this widowed Christian minister who had been pastoring different country churches for over 40 years. He had had a very fruitful ministry and many people had become Christians because of him and many people were better people because of his leadership. He was now getting older, and sometimes his back would hurt him and he would have various aches and pains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though he was nearing retirement, he felt led to accept one more pastorate before he retired. So he put his resume out all over the state, and the only church that responded was a smaller church of about twenty people in an inner city. He went to candidate for them, they put it to a vote, and he was called to the church, and to the surprise of many of his friends and family, he accepted the call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He packed up his belongings and fit everything he could carry into his tiny car, and he drove out to the large city to begin his pastorate in this large city. He preached his first sermon at his new church, and many people responded for healing and to rededicate their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church, he began apartment hunting in order to find a place to live (the church was too small for a parsonage). He encountered a lot of resistance, but a couple of days later he found an apartment. Unfortunately, the only one that he could find was a walk-up directly above a bar. To make matters worse, there was no outside entrance; he would have to go through the bar to get to the stairs and to his apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told the owner of the bar, who was also his landlord, of his plight. The landlord agreed that he would remind the bar patrons to not get too loud by putting a sign on the wall that said "The Minister is upstairs", which he did that same day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time went by, and the church grew to about 30 members. The minister also became very well-known at the bar, and sometimes he would stop before going to his apartment and would get a Pepsi (non-alcoholic of course) and sit and listen to the jukebox before going upstairs. As time went by people at the bar got to know the minister and of his kindness. Even though it was a normal bar, the minister became very well-respected. And always, the sign "The minister is upstairs" would be tacked to the wall once he went upstairs for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of times, the minister would even volunteer to take people home for the night who had had too much to drink. At times, people would decide to stop coming to the bar and would join his church instead. The landlord, who had become good friends with the minister, (and even swapped war stories with him a time or two as they had both been in the service in their younger days) would joke with him that he was "taking away my business!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One cold November month no one from the church or from the bar had heard from the minister for a couple of days. After going upstairs to investigate, they found that the minister had died in his sleep a few days prior to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the funeral there was a standing-room only crowd of the many people that the minister had touched over the years, including the landlord and some of the other people from the bar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going back to the bar to get ready for the crowd, the landlord noticed the sign "The minister is upstairs" hanging in its normal place. He paused from wiping down the counter top to remove the sign, but he didn't have the heart to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sign "The minister is upstairs" continued to hang in the bar for well over the next twenty years, and took on a new meaning as, of course, the minister was still, in a much better and glorious way, "Upstairs." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5108978253409952380?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5108978253409952380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5108978253409952380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5108978253409952380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5108978253409952380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/05/anointed-people-minister-is-upstairs-3.html' title='Anointed People: &quot;The Minister is Upstairs&quot; (3 of 5)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS9_GSGIKLY/TeLATkwLABI/AAAAAAAAApc/T3bXHdRorBg/s72-c/03-upstairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8241484743176447317</id><published>2011-03-10T17:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:41:43.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anointed People: Pastor Kevin Bradford and the Congregation of First Pentecostal Church in Bakersfield, CA (2 of 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57fL7t-5A-M/TXltcJk8FwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/i1kmRObfy-Q/s1600/haircuts4-150x90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57fL7t-5A-M/TXltcJk8FwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/i1kmRObfy-Q/s320/haircuts4-150x90.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582613543477057282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things that we as Christians have a tendency to forget from time to time is that God can and does take our lowest moments and can use them for his glory. When Pastor Kevin Bradford of Bakersfield, California received the news in December 2o10 that he had diffuse large B-cell non-Hodgkin lymphoma, he was devastated. After announcing it to the congregation, he had surgery to remove one of his lymph nodes and began chemotherapy treatments. However, he did not plan for what happened next. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he was beginning services in January, he realized very quickly that this was going to be a different kind of service. He smiled as he saw the stream of men who came into the sanctuary all with little or no hair. They had decided to shave their heads in solidarity and support for the pastor that they had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what Christianity is supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.fpcwichita.org/pentecostal-pastor-diagnosed-with-cancer-has-tremendous-support.html"&gt;http://www.fpcwichita.org/pentecostal-pastor-diagnosed-with-cancer-has-tremendous-support.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8241484743176447317?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8241484743176447317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8241484743176447317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8241484743176447317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8241484743176447317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/03/anointed-people-pastor-kevin-bradford.html' title='Anointed People: Pastor Kevin Bradford and the Congregation of First Pentecostal Church in Bakersfield, CA (2 of 5)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57fL7t-5A-M/TXltcJk8FwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/i1kmRObfy-Q/s72-c/haircuts4-150x90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8631653417842927232</id><published>2011-02-23T03:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T04:20:27.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anointed People: Sojourner Truth (1 of 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJlf_t5AVLM/TWTkfKxifEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/X5J3b7tDJN4/s1600/SojournerTruth_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJlf_t5AVLM/TWTkfKxifEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/X5J3b7tDJN4/s320/SojournerTruth_jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576833462710729794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided I am going to start a series about people that were used of God for a certain time and place. The first person I have decided to write about is Sojourner Truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sojourner Truth was born Isabella Baumfree in 1797 in Swartekill, New York. She was an individual that was mightily used of God both for the Christian faith and for the purpose of equal rights for people of color eveywhere. By the time of her passing in 1883, her many activities and accomplishments included the following: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received a life-changing vision at a stream that proved to her God's love for her. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After running away and getting her freedom in 1826, she began a small ministry to city prostitutes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt the call of God to become an itinerant preacher at the age of 46, and said of the experience, "the spirit calls me and I must go." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recruited black soldiers to fight in the Union army during the Civil War. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an excerpt from her famous "Ain't I a woman" speech in 1851:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I could work as much and eat as much as a man---when I could get it---and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children and seen most of them sold into slavery. And when I cried out with a mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?" Sojourner continued, saying "that little man in back there, he says women can't have as much rights as men 'cause Christ wasn't a woman. Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from?" She answered her rhetorical question and said, "From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This just goes to show you that long before Joyce Meyer, there was Sojourner Truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8631653417842927232?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8631653417842927232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8631653417842927232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8631653417842927232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8631653417842927232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/02/anointed-people-sojourner-truth-1-of-5.html' title='Anointed People: Sojourner Truth (1 of 5)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJlf_t5AVLM/TWTkfKxifEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/X5J3b7tDJN4/s72-c/SojournerTruth_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7773689494184401680</id><published>2011-02-03T17:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T17:51:50.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TUtLGpX-ScI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gWrb2flSRAI/s1600/blindmenandelephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TUtLGpX-ScI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gWrb2flSRAI/s320/blindmenandelephant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569627941731453378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a popular story about blind men who are feeling an elephant and trying to describe it. One man feels the tail and says, "the elephant is like a rope". Another blind man on a ladder feels the elephants skin and says the elephant is scaly and large and flat. Another man feels the elephant's ear and says that the elephant is thin. Still another feels the trunk and says that the elephant is thick, and narrow like a snake. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, someone who can see the elephant would be able to describe it in its entirety. God himself is a lot like that, because He can see the big picture. For the Christian, we can see the "big picture" as well, because we have the closest understanding to why things are the way that they are. For example, when we notice the problem of evil in the world, we know that the world is this way because of man's sinful nature. When we see love for each other, (not just romantic love either) love for country, and caring for people because they are all created in the image of God, we can get the "big picture". When we realize that God in His Son Jesus died for people all over the world, we get the "big picture" in how we are supposed to react to others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7773689494184401680?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7773689494184401680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7773689494184401680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7773689494184401680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7773689494184401680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-picture.html' title='The Big Picture'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TUtLGpX-ScI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gWrb2flSRAI/s72-c/blindmenandelephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3426775980503289367</id><published>2011-01-10T16:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:38:38.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poems of Helen Steiner Rice Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TSuWEvMemkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/rHcvSyRgjN4/s1600/Rice_HelenSteiner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TSuWEvMemkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/rHcvSyRgjN4/s320/Rice_HelenSteiner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560703173051456066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, Are You There? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=============================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm way down HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're way up THERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you sure You can hear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My faint, faltering prayer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I'm so unsure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of just how to pray----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell you the truth, God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to say.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just know that I am lonely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And vaguely disturbed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bewildered and restless, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confused and perturbed... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they tell me that prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helps to quiet the mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to unburden the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For in stillness we find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A newborn assurance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That SOMEONE DOES CARE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and SOMEONE DOES ANSWER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each small sincere prayer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3426775980503289367?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3426775980503289367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3426775980503289367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3426775980503289367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3426775980503289367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2011/01/poems-of-helen-steiner-rice-part-2.html' title='The Poems of Helen Steiner Rice Part 2'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TSuWEvMemkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/rHcvSyRgjN4/s72-c/Rice_HelenSteiner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-4701959705112800564</id><published>2010-12-25T00:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:09:49.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poems of Helen Steiner Rice, Part #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TRWiZE_EK2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/JBja9UFPCe4/s1600/Rice_HelenSteiner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554524267150060386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TRWiZE_EK2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/JBja9UFPCe4/s320/Rice_HelenSteiner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Christmas Eve 2010 I'm going to take a few blog posts and devote them to the poems of Helen Steiner Rice, who was a prolific Christian writer. Here is the first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone Cares&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone care and always will, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world forgets but God loves you still, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cannot go beyond His love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what you're guilty of---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For God forgives until the end, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is your faithful, loyal friend, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though you try to hide your face, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no shelter any place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That can escape His watchful eye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For on the earth and in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE'S EVER PRESENT and ALWAYS THERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to take you in His tender care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and bind the wounds and mend the breaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all the world around forsakes. . . . . . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOMEONE CARES and LOVES YOU STILL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and GOD is THE SOMEONE who always will. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, after reader Mrs. Steiner's words, remember that God does indeed care, and you should "cast all your cares on him, for He cares for you." (1 Peter 5:7) &lt;/p&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;&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;br /&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;&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;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*From the book the Collected Poems of Helen Steiner Rice, 1972: Fleming H. Revell Company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-4701959705112800564?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/4701959705112800564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=4701959705112800564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4701959705112800564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4701959705112800564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/12/poems-of-helen-steiner-rice-part-1.html' title='The Poems of Helen Steiner Rice, Part #1'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TRWiZE_EK2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/JBja9UFPCe4/s72-c/Rice_HelenSteiner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7201319488481779151</id><published>2010-12-19T20:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:06:58.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TQ7TE_Lr3HI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bM7zPJ8Zce4/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552607473227783282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TQ7TE_Lr3HI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bM7zPJ8Zce4/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever stopped to wonder why Christmas is just so important and why it is so important? To some, Christmas is a good time of year for the family; to others it is the time of year that helps their retail business stay afloat and keep them in the black for the rest of the year, but for others, the real meaning of Christmas is the fact of "Immanuel" or "God with us". The reason that we as Christians celebrate Christmas is because of the seemingly inconceivable miracle of the fact that God saw our sinful condition and decided to enter time and space in the form of a baby boy named Jesus born to Mary in the Roman backwater of First-Century Palestine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it this way, with this illustration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many years ago, there was a middle-aged farmer with a wife and two kids. The farmer was a loyal Christian and church-goer for most of his life, but that particular year he was feeling disheartened. His church had went through a very painful split and the pastor that he had grew fond of ending up having to resign. As a result, he felt that most Christians were hypocrites, and he was beginning to doubt his faith altogether. The church had their usual Christmas-eve service, and his family went as they always did, except this time he decided not to go. His wife and kids left him alone, and now he contemplated his life. As he walked to the barn he noticed some birds huddled together on the ground, apparently having missed the migration. The birds were freezing, he knew, and would likely die if they stayed where they were. If only he could get them to the safety of the warm barn....he tried everything he could think of, but the birds were scared to death of him. He even tried shooing them into the barn, but with no luck whatsoever. He finally had an epiphany. The birds are afraid of me. If only I could become one of them, then I could guide them into the safety of the warm barn. &lt;/em&gt;He then realized that Immanuel, or "God with us", had done just that on that cold evening thousands of years ago in early Palestine. That, my friends, is the purpose of Christmas. To remember that God in all his majesty entered time and space to be our Savior is the most important way to view the Christmas holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7201319488481779151?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7201319488481779151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7201319488481779151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7201319488481779151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7201319488481779151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/12/importance-of-christmas.html' title='The Importance of Christmas'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TQ7TE_Lr3HI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bM7zPJ8Zce4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6577810507133021765</id><published>2010-12-05T01:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:50:02.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s power'/><title type='text'>God Story #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TPtQKHVA-CI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ptbLSDwG-jo/s1600/bible2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TPtQKHVA-CI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ptbLSDwG-jo/s320/bible2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547115500733003810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems some time ago there was an Iranian Christian minister that was driving through the Iranian countryside with his wife. They stopped in a small town on the way to their destination to get some water. As they went into their equivalent of a grocery store to purchase the water, the man and his wife noticed an individual standing against the wall holding a machine gun. The wife pulled her husband aside and told her that he needed to give him the Bible that they had in the car. The husband prayed about it as they continued shopping in the store but ultimately decided against it. As they went back to the car and were putting their items away, the wife asked him once again to give him the Bible. The man refused because he was afraid. They drove away and made it out of town, and the wife continued to pray, and finally the man relented. "All right," he said, "I will go back and give him the Bible. If he shoots me, then he shoots me." They drove back to the store and the man with the machine gun was still standing there. The minister walked up to him and placed the Bible into his free hand. The man with the machine gun immediately began crying. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;"I don't live here," he said. "I had to walk for three days in order to get to this village. But three days ago an angel appeared to me and told me to walk to this village and wait until someone had given me the Book of Life. Thank you for giving me this book."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="z-index: 0; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 13pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Because of this event, the minister became a courageous witness for Christ. Eventually, along with many other co-workers in the Iranian church, he was martyred for his faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6577810507133021765?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6577810507133021765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6577810507133021765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6577810507133021765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6577810507133021765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/12/god-story-10.html' title='God Story #10'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TPtQKHVA-CI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ptbLSDwG-jo/s72-c/bible2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8456394849388271807</id><published>2010-11-17T23:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:47:18.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will there be pets in Heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TOTLFQGGXbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QgcBoCS_FLI/s1600/animals%2Bin%2Bheaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TOTLFQGGXbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QgcBoCS_FLI/s320/animals%2Bin%2Bheaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540776732652887474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a very interesting debate for sure. There are some that say that animals do not have souls, so cannot go to heaven. There are some to say that animals do have souls, but they do not have an accountability of sin so they will. Wherever you would fall in this issue, its an interesting debate nonetheless! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Links: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.opera.com/SavedNotFried/blog/index.dml/tag/Heaven"&gt;http://my.opera.com/SavedNotFried/blog/index.dml/tag/Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gotquestions.org/pets-heaven.html"&gt;http://gotquestions.org/pets-heaven.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8456394849388271807?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8456394849388271807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8456394849388271807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8456394849388271807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8456394849388271807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-there-be-pets-in-heaven.html' title='Will there be pets in Heaven?'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TOTLFQGGXbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QgcBoCS_FLI/s72-c/animals%2Bin%2Bheaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6654067164059631379</id><published>2010-11-01T02:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T02:09:14.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching of the New Testament</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TM51XP4-o6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/sGse8Iini-s/s1600/jesus-and-the-new-testament_m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TM51XP4-o6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/sGse8Iini-s/s320/jesus-and-the-new-testament_m1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534490034347877282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;he teaching of the New Testament is that now, at this very moment, there is a Man in heaven appearing in the presence of God for us. He is as certainly a man as was Adam or Moses or Paul; he is a man glorified, but his glorification did not de-humanize him. Today he is a real man, of the race of mankind, bearing our lineaments and dimensions, a visible and audible man, whom any other man would recognize instantly as one of us. But more than this, he is the heir of all things, Lord of all lords, head of the church, firstborn of the new creation. He is the way to God, the life of the believer, the hope of Israel, and the high priest of every true worshiper. He holds the keys of death and hell, and stands as advocate and surety for everyone who believes on him in truth. Salvation comes not by accepting the finished work, or deciding for Christ; it comes by believing on the Lord Jesus Christ, the whole, living, victorious Lord who, as God and man, fought our fight and won it, accepted our debt as his own and paid it, took our sins and died under them, and rose again to set us free. This is the true Christ; nothing less will do. &lt;i style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;(from &lt;/i&gt;the &lt;i style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;pen &lt;/i&gt;of &lt;i style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;A. &lt;/i&gt;W. &lt;i style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Tozer)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6654067164059631379?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6654067164059631379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6654067164059631379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6654067164059631379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6654067164059631379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/11/teaching-of-new-testament.html' title='Teaching of the New Testament'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TM51XP4-o6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/sGse8Iini-s/s72-c/jesus-and-the-new-testament_m1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7378859890383117885</id><published>2010-10-27T02:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:47:20.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TMflAOJDVRI/AAAAAAAAAis/Fktz771NP8A/s1600/to+save+a+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TMflAOJDVRI/AAAAAAAAAis/Fktz771NP8A/s320/to+save+a+life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532642459206767890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Save a Life&lt;div&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie &lt;i&gt;To Save a Life &lt;/i&gt;is all about the tough subject of teen suicide, and is a powerful movie. The movie begins when the film's protagonist, star basketball player Jake Taylor, decides to reevaluate his life after the loss of his once-childhood friend, a kid named Roger, to suicide. Jake literally reevalutes everything, including his relationships, life choices, and future dreams. The movie touches on a variety of teenage issues, including self-mutilation, divorce of parents, teenage drinking, and a variety of other subjects including of course suicide. The movie is also very effective in touching on the positive influence that the Gospel of Jesus Christ can have on teenagers as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7378859890383117885?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7378859890383117885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7378859890383117885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7378859890383117885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7378859890383117885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/10/powerful-movie.html' title='Powerful Movie'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TMflAOJDVRI/AAAAAAAAAis/Fktz771NP8A/s72-c/to+save+a+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-469047391957928366</id><published>2010-10-02T17:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:54:13.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you "arrived" yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TKfBPvc68QI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/S9vqMKwDYpw/s1600/A2GP54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TKfBPvc68QI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/S9vqMKwDYpw/s320/A2GP54.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523595944173170946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked about a week ago by a friend of mine if I thought I had "arrived yet", because there are a lot of things in my life that are beginning to fall into place. As I reflect on his words, I really wonder about life and how we as humans always make it about a destination. If you are one of my five readers or even if you were just scrolling blogs, seriously, think about it for a minute...we humans are always looking forward to something in some stage of our lives. "Oh I can't wait until I'm in Junior High" we might say, or "Oh I can't wait until I graduate high school and can be on my own", "I can't wait until I get married!", "I can't wait until I start that new job!", "I can't wait until my baby is born!", "I can't wait until I get a promotion!", "I can't wait until I retire!", and we could go on and on for eternity if we wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach that seemingly impossible goal---that is usually when our human nature tells us that yes, we have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; arrived.&lt;/span&gt; We have arrived if we graduate high school. We have arrived if we get married. We have arrived if we get a promotion. We have arrived if we, after a long hard-working career, are able to retire. But....what if our arrival is only a dead end? Then what? What if our marriage, despite all of our best efforts, ends in divorce? What if that promotion places us in a position that brings too much added stress? What if our retirement is marred by a cancer diagnosis? What do we do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are no simple answers, I do understand what it's like when someone's "arrival" is only a "dead end". When we arrive and find out its just a dead end, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God is there!&lt;/span&gt; God is not just some ethereal tyrant up in the sky, some disengaged clock-maker, or just an imaginary being made up for comfort. When you have reached a dead end in your life, God is there! And for all those who call on the name of Jesus and are Christians, the final destination where one will actually truly "arrive" is Heaven, which Jesus said in his word: "In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you." (John 14:2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-469047391957928366?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/469047391957928366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=469047391957928366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/469047391957928366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/469047391957928366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-you-arrived-yet.html' title='Have you &quot;arrived&quot; yet?'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TKfBPvc68QI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/S9vqMKwDYpw/s72-c/A2GP54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3543536069142740990</id><published>2010-08-18T00:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:21:22.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosque at Ground Zero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TGt7MQgt1QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/RgpRw7rv-gg/s1600/attack-9-11new-york.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TGt7MQgt1QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/RgpRw7rv-gg/s320/attack-9-11new-york.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506630419911398658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually weigh in on controversial topics, as I prefer to usually keep this blog inspirational and about love, but I have to say I am not in support of the Muslim desire to build so close to Ground Zero in New York City. Do they have a constitutional right to build it? Yes they do. Should they? I don't think so. I think the best analogy is one of the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the following scenario. Let's say that there is an individual who moves into a given community, and one day he decides to kidnap a young child walking home from school. He does many horrible things to her, but ultimately the man is caught before he can do any fatal harm to the girl. The girl is, however, severely traumatized, as is the community. The man ultimately receives a 25-year prison sentence, but is paroled after seven. He is now considered a Sexually Violent Predator and must register as such for the rest of his life. He sincerely believes he is reformed, however, and wants to move back to the same community where this terrible offense occurred. How would you, as a hypothetical person living in this community, feel about this situation? Would you support him taking up residence in the same area where he committed his crime? I think not. There is no doubt there are peace-loving moderate Muslims, but because we were violated and lost our innocence  in the destruction of the twin towers on 9/11 it is NOT a popular decision at all, much like the above hypothetical situation I mention. Have a good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3543536069142740990?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3543536069142740990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3543536069142740990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3543536069142740990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3543536069142740990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/08/mosque-at-ground-zero.html' title='Mosque at Ground Zero...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TGt7MQgt1QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/RgpRw7rv-gg/s72-c/attack-9-11new-york.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5447331906013038240</id><published>2010-08-06T21:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:47:06.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TFzUz6HVsEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/OBSNMX7A-Uw/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TFzUz6HVsEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/OBSNMX7A-Uw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502506832978358338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharrel Blankenbaker was an ordinary everyday person. She was a grandmother, mother and wife. Last Tuesday she became an extraordinary person when she was shot and killed saving the life of her granddaughter Cassidy from a kidnapper at a Love's convenience store near Amarillo, Texas. She also was a strong Christian, who for 12 years was involved in the Kiros prison ministry. Says Cassidy: "She would do anything for anyone.. She prayed with us when we were going thru something hard...she was so great." Yes, Mrs. Blankenbaker exemplifies John 15:13: "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." Or, in this case, granddaughters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5447331906013038240?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5447331906013038240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5447331906013038240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5447331906013038240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5447331906013038240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/08/hero-grandmother.html' title='Hero Grandmother'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TFzUz6HVsEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/OBSNMX7A-Uw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6391134656835969298</id><published>2010-07-28T05:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T05:51:52.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TFAZ0vztEGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TuURNl0W-Jc/s1600/100726-khmer-convict-vmed-150a_grid-4x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TFAZ0vztEGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TuURNl0W-Jc/s320/100726-khmer-convict-vmed-150a_grid-4x2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498923538996596834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Jesus can change Duch, he can change anyone."   ---Christopher LaPel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that the pastor above would say this would be because of the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are some acts of evil simply too heinous to be forgiven? Not according to Cambodian-born pastor Christopher LaPel. Three years ago, he baptized a man he believed to be a teacher in the muddy waters of the River Sangke in western Cambodia's Battambang province. After more than 20 years of hiding the truth, that same man recently revealed his true identity: Kang Khek Ieu, better known by his revolutionary name Duch, head of the Khmer Rouge's secret police. The man also confessed responsibility for the deaths of at least 12,000 people. "I was shocked when I found out who he really was, because what he did was so evil," says LaPel, whose parents, brother and sister died during the Khmer Rouge reign of terror from 1975 to '79, along with nearly 2 million others. "Then I reflected: it's amazing; it's a miracle. Christianity changes people's lives. If Jesus can change Duch, he can change anyone." Few other Cambodians are likely to share this view or forgive the man who presided over the Khmer Rouge's security network. Many have reacted to news of his conversion to Christianity with skepticism. Duch, who was arrested by Cambodian authorities in May following his confession, is awaiting trial at a military detention center just a few blocks from S-21 (or Tuol Sleng), the top security prison he once commanded. Thousands of men, women and children were interrogated and tortured there before being executed. Clad in a baseball cap, T shirt and flipflops, LaPel is an unlikely looking pastor. Though he makes his home in Los Angeles, he returned to Cambodia last week to conduct baptisms and training sessions so Cambodians can carry out missionary work in their communities. LaPel first met Duch (pronounced dook) in late 1995. Calling himself Hang Pin, Duch arrived with a colleague to take part in a two-week Christian leadership training course in the village of Chamkar Samrong in Battambang province, a former resettlement area for Cambodian refugees. According to LaPel, Duch initially was quiet and withdrawn. He said he was not a believer but had come at the urging of his friend. After listening to LaPel's sermons and teachings, however, Duch asked to be baptized. "He changed totally after receiving Christ--180 degrees," says LaPel with a smile. "He turned from hatred to love. He said he had never felt love in his childhood or when he grew up. So when he turned to Christ, love filled his heart." LaPel says Duch's transformation took on physical dimensions. The gaunt, withdrawn man began to appear more relaxed, teasing his fellow students. He even began dressing better, tucking his shirt tails into his long pants. A group photograph taken in 1995 shows a smartly dressed Duch in a pressed white shirt and dark trousers. He is standing next to Pastor Christopher, whose hand rests protectively on Duch's shoulder. LaPel remembers Duch well. Then 54, Duch was older than the others but also one of the brightest. After his baptism, he began sitting in the front row of the sessions, taking meticulous notes and asking questions. Duch, the pastor recalls, was full of enthusiasm and said he couldn't wait to return to his village in Svay Chek district to start a church. He later went on to establish a "house church" with 14 families. In retrospect, LaPel says there were signs pointing to Duch's real identity. "Before he received Christ," LaPel recalls, "he said he did a lot of bad things in his life. He said: 'Pastor Christopher, I don't know if my brothers and sisters can forgive the sins I've committed against the people.' He said he felt remorse for what he had done to innocent people, adding: 'Thank God that the Lord forgives me.'" LaPel did not probe further. When he leads people to Christ, he says, he doesn't inquire deeply into their past; instead he focuses on their present beliefs. "If they are willing to repent and accept Jesus as their Lord and saviour, I will lead them to the Lord, no matter what they've done wrong in the past." LaPel still wasn't aware of the notorious Khmer Rouge security chief's true identity when they met a year later, during a second Christian leadership course. But if he had looked closely at a photograph that's now displayed in Tuol Sleng prison, he would have known straight away. LaPel has visited the jail several times: a close cousin, a former science professor, was tortured there and later killed; her photograph also hangs on the wall. Still LaPel says he doesn't feel personal hatred for the only member of the Khmer Rouge to have confessed a role in the movement's killing machine. He sees Duch's willingness to admit his guilt, stand trial and testify against others as positive--and proof that his conversion to Christianity is genuine. As LaPel wades into the murky waters of a small village in Banteay Meanchey province to baptize more than 100 people, he is convinced that Duch's conversion can only help the cause of Christianity in Cambodia, a predominantly Buddhist country where Christians make up less than 0.5% of the population. "This is a story of hope for the Cambodian people. They've been going through darkness for years. Accepting Jesus Christ brings light to their lives. It's time for Cambodians to turn from hatred to love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Originally written by Caroline Gluck for TIMEasia.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6391134656835969298?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6391134656835969298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6391134656835969298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6391134656835969298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6391134656835969298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the Week'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TFAZ0vztEGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TuURNl0W-Jc/s72-c/100726-khmer-convict-vmed-150a_grid-4x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-2208770025989935022</id><published>2010-07-06T17:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:00:12.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TDO3ekehnRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wnmuJdsVsHY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490934106510433554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TDO3ekehnRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wnmuJdsVsHY/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristen Jane Anderson&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Jan Anderson has an infectious smile, and she has an inspiring story to tell. Behind that inspiring smile lies a past where she battled severe depression because of personal issues in her life. Because she had a rough home life, and because she was the victim of a sexual assault by an individual she thought was her friend, she decided at the age of seventeen to try to commit suicide. She decided to lay down in front of the train tracks when the train passed by, and she was looking forward to a release from her pain. However, God had other plans. She did not die as she had expected, but the train ran over her legs. She was able to dial 911 and the doctors saved her life before she bled to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who realizes how depressed someone can get, today she is a public speaker who has written a book about her personal life story. In this book, entitled &lt;em&gt;Life, in Spite of Me, &lt;/em&gt;she chronicles how she arrived at the drastic and terrible point of attempting suicide and how to minister to someone who is suicidal. I would recommend this book to anyone, and she has an awesome testimony. She is someone we could truly learn a lot from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-2208770025989935022?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/2208770025989935022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=2208770025989935022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2208770025989935022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2208770025989935022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-could-learn-lot-from.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TDO3ekehnRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wnmuJdsVsHY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7293599036640956125</id><published>2010-06-08T21:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:02:23.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Petals off of a rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TA8MQQexRrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dr6CoiBbL74/s1600/compassion-rose-petals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480612744974649010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TA8MQQexRrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dr6CoiBbL74/s320/compassion-rose-petals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your life is like petals being taken from a rose. Consider this analogy: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a person named Sam, and he is a preacher's kid. He first hears the gospel at the age of six when he and his father are on a camping trip. Although he fully understood, he told he dad he would think about it and maybe do it later. There is one petal off the rose. At 15 years old he is still unsaved, but goes to a Bible camp. He hears a message that stirs his heart and he feels led to get saved, but he thinks, "oh, I'm young, I've got plenty of time to make a commitment." He loses another petal off the rose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, he goes to college and gets involved in sororities and dorm life. He goes to a lot of parties, sometimes has a little bit too much to drink, and generally has a good "worldly" time, but every now and then the tug on his heart about what he needs to do with Jesus is still there. He loses another petal off of the rose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam graduates college and goes to law school. He is now not a partier, but a hard-working student. He works long hours day and night. He sometimes listens to a television evangelist and the pull on his heart is still there, but between his classes and studying for the Bar Exam he does not have the time to consider the claims of Christ. Another petal falls of his rose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam graduates law school and immediately lands a position at a lucrative law firm. He once again works long hours, but finds a girlfriend and eventually gets married. He settles down, they buy a two story Colonial, and start a family. His wife is a Christian, and every now and then tells him he needs to get right with God. He tells her he is too busy. He loses another petal off his rose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years go by, and Sam continues to work hard at the law firm and he eventually makes partner. They sell the old colonial and buy an even bigger house, and things are going well. Then one day his wife is killed in a car accident. Instead of drawing closer to God, he grows bitter. He loses another petal off of his rose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years go by, and his son eventually moves away and starts a family of his own. Sam retires and decides to go live by his son and grandchildren. His son is also a Christian and takes his family to church, and Sam agrees to go as well. As he listens to the preacher, he felts that old tug on his heart again, but he still puts it off. After a while, he goes to the doctor, and finds out the terrible news....Cancer! He starts treatment, but his heart grows bitter again toward God. He loses another petal off his rose, and only has one solitary petal left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After several months, his condition worsens, and he is left in the hospital bed hanging by a thread. The time is drawing short, and his life is almost over. The tug on his heart is still there, and the rose petal is hanging by a thread....he calls his son's pastor and finally gets saved on his deathbed. He is overjoyed and finally has peace for the first time. But he wondered, what would his life have been like if he would have responded to God when he was the child? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul?"   ---Mark 8:36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7293599036640956125?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7293599036640956125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7293599036640956125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7293599036640956125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7293599036640956125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/06/petals-off-of-rose.html' title='Petals off of a rose'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TA8MQQexRrI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dr6CoiBbL74/s72-c/compassion-rose-petals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-9193651637122220177</id><published>2010-06-03T20:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:42:06.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TAR2k3s069I/AAAAAAAAAgE/2m8xqrbbI6s/s1600/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477633422588701650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TAR2k3s069I/AAAAAAAAAgE/2m8xqrbbI6s/s200/candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Major Candy" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Major Ron Brooks was stationed overseas with the U.S. Army during a recent war in the 20th century, he would often visit the villages near his base. Being a fervent Christian, he wished to share the gospel with the children he would come across, looking at them and thinking &lt;em&gt;I wish I could tell you about Jesus Christ. &lt;/em&gt;Unfortunately, that was impossible because he did not speak their language and they did not speak his. After prayerfully considering some way to do this, he decided to start sharing some of the candy that his wife would give him with the children of the villagers. It wasn't long before every time he went to the village the children would crowd around him, stick out their hands, and cry "Candy!" The major would give them the candy, and try with all his effort to share with them the gospel by drawing pictures of a cross and Jesus in the dirt. Unfortunately, there was too much of a language barrier for this to occur effectively. After writing home to his wife, his sons, Ronnie and Jeffrey, told the school about their father's activities and desire to share the Christian gospel, and the teacher told the principal (and although nowadays there would be an ACLU lawsuit) and the principal, a Christian himself, donated several boxes full of candy for Major Ron to share with the children. Major Ron then suggested that his wife helped him find some Gospel Tracts for these people in their own language. With the aid of a pastor, his wife was able to send him two boxes of equipment, gospel recordings, Bibles, and preaching of the word. The next time Ron gave out the candy, he began playing some of the songs. The eager school children began singing along with the recordings. After putting on the gospel recording in their language, he was thrilled to see that several individuals (three adults and one child) bowed their heads to receive Christ as Savior. "Major Candy" referred them to local pastors for discipleship. Many many more decisions followed, and many seeds were planted. There were so many seeds planted, that a church was even started in the area. Only the God of the Bible could use something so seemingly insignificant as pieces of Candy to bring people to Himself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-9193651637122220177?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/9193651637122220177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=9193651637122220177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/9193651637122220177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/9193651637122220177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-could-learn-lot-from.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TAR2k3s069I/AAAAAAAAAgE/2m8xqrbbI6s/s72-c/candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8851771500111201277</id><published>2010-06-02T20:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:05:00.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TARrkEg7U-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Gi1lQFBJYgc/s1600/Jesus%2520Christ%2520sermon%2520mount.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477621314220676066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TARrkEg7U-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Gi1lQFBJYgc/s200/Jesus%2520Christ%2520sermon%2520mount.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Your Life is a Sermon!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I read this some time ago in a book that was given to me by my mother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather one should walk with me than merely show the way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the best of all the preachers are men who live by their creeds, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For to see the good in action is what everybody needs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can soon learn how to do it if  you'll let me see it done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lectures you deliver may be very wise and true; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'd rather get my lesson by observing what you do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I may misunderstand you and the high advice you give, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there's no misunderstanding how you live. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---Edgar Guest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8851771500111201277?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8851771500111201277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8851771500111201277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8851771500111201277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8851771500111201277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the Week...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TARrkEg7U-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Gi1lQFBJYgc/s72-c/Jesus%2520Christ%2520sermon%2520mount.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-607299538585557037</id><published>2010-05-31T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:50:59.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TAQFCb86R3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/C9zmb7Ry0i0/s1600/001-6846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477508586210477938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TAQFCb86R3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/C9zmb7Ry0i0/s200/001-6846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this poem in one of the devotionals that I subscribe to through e-mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mail01.dayspring.com/track?type=click&amp;amp;enid=bWFpbGluZ2lkPTM4Nzc4Jm1lc3NhZ2VpZD0yNTgxMyZkYXRhYmFzZWlkPTIxNzYmc2VyaWFsPTEyMTcyNTYwMTImZW1haWxpZD12YWRlbmpheWNoYW5kbGVyQGhvdG1haWwuY29tJnVzZXJpZD02ODEzNTAmZXh0cmE9JiYm&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2008&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;http://roy.dayspring.com/2010/05/assurance.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assurance in Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May Jesus assure you that as you follow Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never meet a fear He cannot conquer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never face an enemy He cannot defeat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never enter a battle He cannot win,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never have a need He cannot meet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never face a temptation He cannot overcome,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never have a burden He cannot lift,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never face a problem He cannot solve,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never have a bondage He cannot break,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never have a moment when He does not care,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will never have a time when He is not there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-607299538585557037?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/607299538585557037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=607299538585557037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/607299538585557037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/607299538585557037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/05/interesting-poem.html' title='Interesting poem'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/TAQFCb86R3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/C9zmb7Ry0i0/s72-c/001-6846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6091057812656854626</id><published>2010-05-21T13:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:16:04.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What does the Bible say about Illegal Immigration?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S_baNmDBYrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/kmIasgnDPmE/s1600/fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S_baNmDBYrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/kmIasgnDPmE/s200/fence.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473802324201792178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the Bible doesn't say much about illegal immigration specifically, it does say a great deal about whether we should obey governments, and the answer is that we should always obey government except when they disobey God's law. The Question of the Week forum at www.gotquestions.org provides a good response to the how the Bible would probably treat the illegal immigration debate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 13:1-7 makes it abundantly clear that God expects us to obey the laws of the government. The only exception to this is when a law of the government forces you to disobey a command of God (Acts 5:29). Illegal immigration is the breaking of a governmental law. There is nothing in Scripture that contradicts a nation having immigration laws. Therefore, it is a sin, rebellion against God, to illegally enter into another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illegal immigration is definitely a controversial issue in the United States (and some other countries) today. Some argue that the immigration laws are unfair, unjust, and even discriminatory -- giving individuals justification to immigrate illegally. However, Romans 13:1-7 does not give any permission to violate a law just because it is unjust. Again, the issue is not the fairness of a law. The only biblical reason to violate a governmental law is if that law violates God's Word. When Paul wrote the Book of Romans, he was under the authority of the Roman Empire, led by perhaps the most evil of all the Roman emperors, Nero. Under that reign, there were many laws that were unfair, unjust, and/or blatantly evil. Still, Paul instructed Christians to submit to the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the immigration laws of the United States unfair or unjust? Some think so, but that is not the issue. All developed countries in the world have immigration laws, some more strict that the USA and some less strict than the USA. There is nothing in the Bible to prohibit a country from having completely open borders, or to have completely closed borders. Romans 13:1-7 also gives the government the authority to punish lawbreakers. Whether the punishment is imprisonment and/or deportation, or even something more severe, it is within the rights of the government to determine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vast majority of illegal immigrants in the United States have come for the purpose of having a better life, providing for their families, and escaping from poverty. These are good goals and motivations. However, it is not biblical to violate a law to achieve something "good." Caring for the poor, orphans, and widows is something the Bible commands us to do (Galatians 2:10; James 1:27; 2:2-15). However, the biblical fact that we are to care for the misfortunate does not mean we should violate the law in doing so. Supporting, enabling, and/or encouraging illegal immigration is, therefore, also a violation of God's Word. Those seeking to immigrate to another country should always obey the immigration laws of that country. While this may cause delays and frustrations, these reasons do not give a person the right to violate a law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the biblical solution to illegal immigration? Simple...don't do it; obey the laws. If disobedience is not a biblical option, what can be done in regards to an unjust immgration law? It is completely within the rights of citizens to seek to change immigration laws. If it is your conviction that an immigration law is unjust, do everything that is legally within your power to get the law changed: pray, petition, vote, peacefully protest, etc. As Christians, we should be the first to seek to change any law that is unjust. At the same time, we are also to demonstrate our submission to God by obeying the government He has placed in authority over us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we as Christians hearts go out to people who are only seeking a better life, the sad reality of the situation is that the borders are also used by drug traffickers as well. Those in Mexico who want a better life really, in all honesty, would do better to go through the years of red tape necessary to become a legal citizen of this country. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6091057812656854626?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6091057812656854626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6091057812656854626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6091057812656854626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6091057812656854626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-does-bible-say-about-illegal.html' title='What does the Bible say about Illegal Immigration?'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S_baNmDBYrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/kmIasgnDPmE/s72-c/fence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-2564482150428482366</id><published>2010-04-29T01:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:58:31.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S9k5Pt_LAtI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PICsWQNM4hs/s1600/tangier-11-egan-millard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S9k5Pt_LAtI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PICsWQNM4hs/s200/tangier-11-egan-millard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465462564996186834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            * Ruins in the city of Tangier in Morocco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcellus and Casian (circa A.D. 298)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In A.D. 298 in the city of Tigis (now called Tangier) there was a Roman Centurion by the name of Marcellus, who was a Christian. The Centurion was observing a banquet where there were sacrifices being offered to the Roman gods. Marcellus declared in a loud voice: "I serve Jesus Christ the eternal king." He proceeded to throw down his arms and added that "hence forward I cease to serve your Emporers, and I scorn to worship your gods of wood and stone, which are deaf and dumb idols. If such be the terms of service...then I refuse to serve." Marcellus was sentenced to death at his trial. A court clerk by the name of Cassian was busy recording the testimony of Marcellus when he angrily threw down his pen and notebook. When asked why, he came to the defense of Marcellus and declared that the sentence was unjust. He too was cast into prison, and he too was sentenced to death that same year in the same court where he had worked. He testified of the Christ as well. The two men were executed, but received their just reward in Christ's kingdom as martyrs for His cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-2564482150428482366?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/2564482150428482366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=2564482150428482366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2564482150428482366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2564482150428482366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-could-learn-lot-from.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From....'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S9k5Pt_LAtI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PICsWQNM4hs/s72-c/tangier-11-egan-millard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6319205701998732782</id><published>2010-04-18T23:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:54:42.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Most people don't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S8vtjAgWydI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Q0AMBTJSpH8/s1600/earth.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461720158803773906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S8vtjAgWydI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Q0AMBTJSpH8/s200/earth.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Spend a little extra time outside of their schedule to listen to a stranger in the supermarket who is having a hard day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Wear themselves out in a kitchen because they believe that good food feeds hearts and warms bellies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Help their enemies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Serve overseas caring for lepers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, most people don't.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Build an Ark like Noah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Go up against a giant like Goliath who is three times your size and trust in God for their protection like David. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Wash others dirty feet as Jesus did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, absolutely no one would be willing to.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Send their Son to be in harm's way for strangers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* See that Son later have to endure a painful, humiliating public execution to die for the world's sins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****Except for God, that is****** He would be willing to, and He did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6319205701998732782?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6319205701998732782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6319205701998732782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6319205701998732782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6319205701998732782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-people-dont.html' title='Most people don&apos;t...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S8vtjAgWydI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Q0AMBTJSpH8/s72-c/earth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6395872120155188752</id><published>2010-04-10T00:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:51:05.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Continue to Serve Yourself....(Quote of the Week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S8AVfMwDNhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Q6b-D9f3ZLo/s1600/talking-to-yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458386374115931666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S8AVfMwDNhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Q6b-D9f3ZLo/s200/talking-to-yourself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted a Quote of the Week to this blog in quite some time so I thought I should. I came across this little gem in a teaching series by Pastor Andy Stanley, who is the son of Pastor Charles Stanley, who was posted about here: &lt;a href="http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-could-learn-lot-from.html"&gt;http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-could-learn-lot-from.html&lt;/a&gt; However, his son Andy Stanley has an effective ministry in his own right. In one of his teaching series, he made the following quote: &lt;strong&gt;If you continue to serve yourself, it won't be long before you are, in fact &lt;em&gt;all by &lt;/em&gt;yourself.&lt;/strong&gt; In other words, if you continue to do things for your own goals, only think of yourself, and only care about people for what you can get out of them, then yes, you will alienate them. This message of Mr. Stanley's is quite contrary to the "me-first" culture that we are all experiencing and are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6395872120155188752?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6395872120155188752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6395872120155188752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6395872120155188752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6395872120155188752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-continue-to-serve-yourselfquote.html' title='If You Continue to Serve Yourself....(Quote of the Week)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S8AVfMwDNhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Q6b-D9f3ZLo/s72-c/talking-to-yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3081052726103442465</id><published>2010-04-06T00:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:54:12.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more easter thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7rZNLfxVfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BZjCuSbgy58/s1600/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456912718960350706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7rZNLfxVfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BZjCuSbgy58/s200/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just wait three days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sitting in her usual place inside a small archway was the old flower lady. At her feet corsages and boutonnieres were parading on top of a spread-open newspaper.   The flower lady was smiling, her wrinkled old face alive with some inner joy. I started down the stairs—then, on an impulse, turned and picked out a flower.   As I put it in my lapel, I said, “You look happy this morning.”   “Why not? Everything is good.”   She was dressed so shabbily and seemed so very old that her reply startled me.   “You’ve been sitting here for many years now, haven’t you? And always smiling. You wear your troubles well.”   “You can’t reach my age and not have troubles,” she replied. “Only it’s like Jesus and Good Friday . . . ” She paused for a moment.   “Yes?” I prompted.   “&lt;strong&gt;Well, when Jesus was crucified on Good Friday, that was the worst day for the whole world. And when I get troubles I remember that, and then I think of what happened only three days later—Easter and our Lord arising. So when I get troubles, I’ve learned to wait three days . . . somehow everything gets all right again.” &lt;/strong&gt;  And she smiled good-bye. Her words still follow me whenever I think I have troubles. Give God a chance to help . . . wait three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOTE: originally posted at &lt;a href="http://www.ourprayer.org/three-days"&gt;http://www.ourprayer.org/three-days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3081052726103442465?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3081052726103442465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3081052726103442465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3081052726103442465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3081052726103442465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-more-easter-thought.html' title='One more easter thought...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7rZNLfxVfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BZjCuSbgy58/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8115888660273449082</id><published>2010-04-05T12:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:47:19.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little belated but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7owJLJK3YI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BulScmIW5bM/s1600/resurrection_morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456726832680983938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7owJLJK3YI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BulScmIW5bM/s200/resurrection_morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Easter Everybody!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8115888660273449082?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8115888660273449082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8115888660273449082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8115888660273449082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8115888660273449082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-belated-but.html' title='A little belated but...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7owJLJK3YI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BulScmIW5bM/s72-c/resurrection_morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7276120538530696547</id><published>2010-04-01T01:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T02:09:34.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a Christian education Christian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7RS_OP-wVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mbmDrqmtp8o/s1600/christ_teaching2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7RS_OP-wVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mbmDrqmtp8o/s200/christ_teaching2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455076294762873170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this rather interesting question posed to me during one of my required discussion forums for my online seminary classes at Liberty University. Here was my response: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To sum up, the purpose of Christian education is basically to produce, both individually and collectively, better followers of the Lord Jesus Christ. I agree with one of the previous posters that "what makes education Christian" really does, indeed, lie in ensuring that Christ is the key ingredient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one can be "educated" in a variety of areas, and just to be does not necessarily make the education Christian. One example is that I can be educated constantly that we are all just the product of billions of years of random chemical reactions, but that education would be secular and, I believe, untrue. Thus, for education to be Christian, it must have the right content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian education, for it to be Christian, must be, as mentioned in lengthier terms above, Christ-centered. It also must be Bible-based, and it should uphold the Judeo-Christian ideals and promote the sacrificial death of our Savior on the Cross and help believers to have a continued walk with Him and point those who are yet to believe to Him as well. It should also, in my humble opinion, uphold the virtues of Christian service as well. We would all do well to remember that the "Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many." (Matthew 20:28) In that regard, a true Christian education will always strive to produce individuals who wish to imitate Christ, the supreme example for us all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7276120538530696547?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7276120538530696547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7276120538530696547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7276120538530696547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7276120538530696547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-makes-christian-education.html' title='What makes a Christian education Christian?'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7RS_OP-wVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mbmDrqmtp8o/s72-c/christ_teaching2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7783320229231909425</id><published>2010-03-30T17:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:31:32.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7KJI-IwNoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/t_eOX3inhBg/s1600/library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7KJI-IwNoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/t_eOX3inhBg/s200/library.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454572885910763138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tite Sufra and Stephen Ocean&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tite Sufra and Stephen Ocean were two individuals who, on the seemingly ordinary day of February 7, 2010 were gunned down in Boynton Beach, Florida. Unfortunately, this murder wasn't the result of random gun violence or a drug deal gone bad, but was the result of the fact that these two were sharing the Gospel with the individual who ended up shooting them. Jeriah Woody, who was the recipient of the witnessing, shot and killed the two men for doing so. Praise be to God that we have individuals who are willing to share the Gospel and if you who stumble upon this blog happens to be Christian please pray for the individual who killed these two men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7783320229231909425?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7783320229231909425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7783320229231909425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7783320229231909425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7783320229231909425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-could-learn-lot-from.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From....'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S7KJI-IwNoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/t_eOX3inhBg/s72-c/library.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6137791648373377949</id><published>2010-03-21T21:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:28:20.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Example of Medical Evangelism...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S6bhfb0BDCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/prZv4QQzK44/s1600-h/hsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S6bhfb0BDCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/prZv4QQzK44/s400/hsign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451292329136688162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a Hospital officially called the Karolyn Kempton Memorial Hospital in the country of Togo. This much-needed hospital was born in 1985 in an populated area of Togo where no adequate medical care existed. Besides providing the important humanitarian work of providing an economically-depressed area such as Togo with top notch medical care, this hospital also provides a ministry by providing an open door for sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ through the compassionate medical care they provide. On any given week they might treat the following ailments: congestive heart failure, Malaria, Typhoid fever, Anemia, and various infections. It is a fully-staffed missionary hospital, and is doing an excellent work. More information can be found at http://abwetogo.homestead.com/files/hbb.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6137791648373377949?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6137791648373377949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6137791648373377949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6137791648373377949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6137791648373377949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-example-of-medical-evangelism.html' title='One Example of Medical Evangelism...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S6bhfb0BDCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/prZv4QQzK44/s72-c/hsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-4594644686887937972</id><published>2010-03-17T02:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:37:13.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real St. Patrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S6CR6jX9mbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tDVlcYfdNzo/s1600-h/patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S6CR6jX9mbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tDVlcYfdNzo/s200/patrick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449515984232487346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real St. Patrick was indeed the Patron Saint of Ireland. Born in either a Scottish or English family in the 4th Century A.D., he had a rather inauspicious beginning to his life. Early on he was captured by a man named Niall of the Nine Hostages and was sold into slavery in Ireland. He became a devout Christian for comfort while working in these awful conditions, and one day he had a dream that encouraged him to flee his captivity. There would, if he traveled on foot to a town called Wexford, be a ship waiting for him if he left is what the dream told him. He awoke, following the dream to the letter, and sure enough there was a ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving in England, he was once again captured and sold into slavery. Escaping two months later, he spent the next seven years of his life roaming England seeking his destiny. During this time he furthered his education and studied Christianity in the Lerin Monastery in France. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time he also had another dream which encouraged him to go back to Ireland to minister to the people there. He would not, however, go back immediately and was eventually made a Bishop by Pope Celestine in 432. After this, he finally was able to lead a delegation back to his native Ireland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The webpage http://www.chiff.com/a/st-patrick.htm explains the ensuing events well: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patrick confronted the most powerful man in Ireland Laoghaire, The High King of Tara as he knew that if he could gain his support that he would be safe to spread the word throughout Ireland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get his attention Patrick and his followers lit a huge fire to mark the commencement of Spring. Tradition had it that no fire was to be lit until the Kings fire was complete, but Patrick defied this rule and courted the confrontation with the King. The King rushed into action and travelled with the intention of making war on the holy delegation. Patrick calmed the King and with quiet composure impressed the King that he had no other intention than that of spreading the word of the Gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King accepted the missionary, much to the dismay of the Druids who feared for their own power and position in the face of this new threat. They commanded that he make snow fall. Patrick declined to do so stating that this was Gods work. Immediately it began to snow, only stopping when Patrick blessed himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to convince the King of his religion, Patrick grasped at a shamrock growing on the ground. He explained that there was but one stem on the plant, but three branches of the leaf, representing the Belssed Trinity. The King was impressed with his sincerity and granted him permission to spread the word of his faith, although he did not convert to Christianity himself. Patrick and his followers were free to spread their faith throughout Ireland and did so to great effect. He drove paganism (symbolised by the snake) from the lands of Eireann. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick died on March 17th in the year 461 at the age of 76. It is not known for sure where his remains were laid although Downpatrick in County Down in the North of Ireland is thought to be his final resting place. His influence is still felt to this day as Nations the world over commemorate him on March 17th of every year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it goes without saying that the real St. Patrick was a man of great faith! Happy St. Patrick's day to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-4594644686887937972?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/4594644686887937972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=4594644686887937972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4594644686887937972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4594644686887937972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-st-patrick.html' title='The Real St. Patrick'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S6CR6jX9mbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tDVlcYfdNzo/s72-c/patrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-4353343856466681081</id><published>2010-03-16T18:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:41:17.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus of the Scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S6AkJFo1RCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4hfhFiV_mVI/s1600-h/Cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S6AkJFo1RCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4hfhFiV_mVI/s200/Cross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449395287669163042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This interesting little poem was done by Edward Shillito shortly after the horrors of the first World War in 1918. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus of the Scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;&lt;br /&gt;Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;&lt;br /&gt;We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow,&lt;br /&gt;We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;&lt;br /&gt;In all the universe we have no place.&lt;br /&gt;Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim Thy grace.&lt;br /&gt;If, when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,&lt;br /&gt;Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;&lt;br /&gt;We know to-day what wounds are, have no fear,&lt;br /&gt;Show us Thy Scars, we know the countersign.&lt;br /&gt;The other gods were strong; but Thou wast weak;&lt;br /&gt;They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;&lt;br /&gt;But to our wounds only God's wounds can speak,&lt;br /&gt;And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-4353343856466681081?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/4353343856466681081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=4353343856466681081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4353343856466681081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4353343856466681081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/03/jesus-of-scars.html' title='Jesus of the Scars'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S6AkJFo1RCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4hfhFiV_mVI/s72-c/Cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3102816261117644888</id><published>2010-03-01T22:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:59:42.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mr. Spammer, Jesus Loves You Too!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S4ymj_E48bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UIbbs1YgbyQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S4ymj_E48bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UIbbs1YgbyQ/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443909186741662130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately the comments section in this blog has been taken over by spammers. While I appreciate comments, I do not appreciate obvious spam. I will still allow anonymous people to post if they want, but every post will be moderated from here on out. With that being said, those who feel the need to post spam on things, whether they be a real human or a human who created a bot to do such things, are still a human being created in God's image regardless. Jesus died for every one of us, including druggies, prostitutes, ordinary people, spammers, scammers, gypsies, tramps, and thieves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3102816261117644888?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3102816261117644888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3102816261117644888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3102816261117644888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3102816261117644888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-spammer-jesus-loves-you-too.html' title='&quot;Mr. Spammer, Jesus Loves You Too!&quot;'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S4ymj_E48bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UIbbs1YgbyQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-2686605099563069840</id><published>2010-02-16T13:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:41:26.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayleigh's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S3r-2AGERxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/h5eHg8sRSq8/s1600-h/3copy-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S3r-2AGERxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/h5eHg8sRSq8/s200/3copy-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438939703695132434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the blogs I've been looking at lately is all about a little girl named Kayleigh who was born three months premature. Now, I imagine that it would hard enough for any baby to get born, but imagine how much harder it would be if you were three months premature! This little girl is truly a miracle, and my thoughts and prayers go out to her and her family. For anyone who would be interested in this little baby girl the link is here: http://kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-01-14T13%3A48%3A00-05%3A00&amp;max-results=5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-2686605099563069840?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/2686605099563069840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=2686605099563069840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2686605099563069840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2686605099563069840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/02/kayleighs-story.html' title='Kayleigh&apos;s Story'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S3r-2AGERxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/h5eHg8sRSq8/s72-c/3copy-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-1903717026537151536</id><published>2010-01-17T00:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:35:43.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does God hate Haiti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S1K2xMQJYpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/I1lpm6IRWYU/s1600-h/Haiti_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S1K2xMQJYpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/I1lpm6IRWYU/s200/Haiti_map.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427601457153663634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Robertson, who is an evangelical commentator on a program called the 700 Club, recently made some very eye-raising comments about the recent earthquake in Haiti. If you haven't heard already, Pat Robertson feels that Haiti's current suffering is a result of "a pact that country made with the devil in 1791." I want to tell anyone who visits this blog, is a regular on this blog, or is just stumbling upon this blog as a result of a Google search that most Christians, including myself, very very vehemently disagree with Mr. Robertson's approach and comments. The answer to whether or not God hates the country of Haiti can very confidently be answered in an emphatic and adamant NO; the answer to whether or not God loves the country and people of Haiti can be responded to in an enthusiastic and empowering YES, indeed He does. Rev. Albert Mohler, who is a man much more eloquent than myself, recently posted an article on this subject that describes my feelings on Haiti to the letter: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Does God hate Haiti? That is the conclusion reached by many, who point to the earthquake as a sign of God's direct and observable judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's rule over creation involves both direct and indirect acts, but his rule is constant. The universe, even after the consequences of the Fall, still demonstrates the character of God in all its dimensions, objects, and occurrences. And yet, we have no right to claim that we know why a disaster like the earthquake in Haiti happened at just that place and at just that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrogance of human presumption is a real and present danger. We can trace the effects of a drunk driver to a car accident, but we cannot trace the effects of voodoo to an earthquake -- at least not so directly. Will God judge Haiti for its spiritual darkness? Of course. Is the judgment of God something we can claim to understand in this sense -- in the present? No, we are not given that knowledge. Jesus himself warned his disciples against this kind of presumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did no earthquake shake Nazi Germany? Why did no tsunami swallow up the killing fields of Cambodia? Why did Hurricane Katrina destroy far more evangelical churches than casinos? Why do so many murderous dictators live to old age while many missionaries die young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God hate Haiti? God hates sin, and will punish both individual sinners and nations. But that means that every individual and every nation will be found guilty when measured by the standard of God's perfect righteousness. God does hate sin, but if God merely hated Haiti, there would be no missionaries there; there would be no aid streaming to the nation; there would be no rescue efforts -- there would be no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earthquake in Haiti, like every other earthly disaster, reminds us that creation groans under the weight of sin and the judgment of God. This is true for every cell in our bodies, even as it is for the crust of the earth at every point on the globe. The entire cosmos awaits the revelation of the glory of the coming Lord. Creation cries out for the hope of the New Creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the earthquake reminds us that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is the only real message of hope. The cross of Christ declares that Jesus loves Haiti -- and the Haitian people are the objects of his love. Christ would have us show the Haitian nation his love, and share his Gospel. In the midst of this unspeakable tragedy, Christ would have us rush to aid the suffering people of Haiti, and rush to tell the Haitian people of his love, his cross, and salvation in his name alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about the tragedy in Haiti points to our need for redemption. This tragedy may lead to a new openness to the Gospel among the Haitian people. That will be to the glory of God. In the meantime, Christ's people must do everything we can to alleviate the suffering, bind up the wounded, and comfort the grieving. If Christ's people are called to do this, how can we say that God hates Haiti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any doubts about this, take your Bible and turn to John 3:16. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. That is God's message to Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that we as Christians can do for the country of Haiti is to prayer for the quickest recovery possible and for the relief efforts. We can pray that this tragedy will bring the Haitian people closer to Him. The one thing we should not do, however, is pretend to know the mind of God and say that this is His judgment on Haiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-1903717026537151536?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/1903717026537151536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=1903717026537151536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1903717026537151536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1903717026537151536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-god-hate-haiti.html' title='Does God hate Haiti?'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S1K2xMQJYpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/I1lpm6IRWYU/s72-c/Haiti_map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-4138181219208167942</id><published>2010-01-15T03:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:32:38.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fighter still remains...(Quote of the Week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S1BCXpNZokI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_q0Qe1jbvrM/s1600-h/CinderellaMan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S1BCXpNZokI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_q0Qe1jbvrM/s200/CinderellaMan4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426910524947931714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Photo from Cinderella Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is a secular song, some of the lyrics from the Simon and Garfunkel song "The Boxer" are very profound. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down and cut him until he cried out in his anger and his shame, I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the fighter never gave up, even though every obstacle that was thrown his way made him want to, for sure. Another interesting facet to this song is that the fighter hypothetically only had his own strength to rely on. We as Christians don't have to rely on our strength. We can and should "cast all of our cares on Him, for he cares for us." (I Peter 5:7, paraphrase). Praise be to God that we have a friend closer than a brother and that we can do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-4138181219208167942?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/4138181219208167942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=4138181219208167942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4138181219208167942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4138181219208167942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/01/fighter-still-remainsquote-of-week.html' title='The fighter still remains...(Quote of the Week)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S1BCXpNZokI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_q0Qe1jbvrM/s72-c/CinderellaMan4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5670845424864898572</id><published>2010-01-03T01:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T03:50:34.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift of All....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S0BaNJkm0eI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3vMAvI8_DZg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S0BaNJkm0eI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3vMAvI8_DZg/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422433133308334562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reflect on the holiday season that has just passed and the new year that is upon us, we would do well to remember what is really important during the holiday season and throughout the year as well. A dear friend of mine---actually my wife's grandmother---asked me a rather thought-provoking question: What was the FIRST Christmas gift? She said that a lot of people did not answer right, and interestingly enough, I stretched my mind trying to determine what the gifts of the three wise men were in order to answer her question. Finally, I said that I believed it to be the "gold, frankincense, and myrhh given by the wise men." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a good answer," my wife's wise grandmother replied, "but not the correct one. The answer is that Jesus Himself was the first Christmas gift."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! When one realizes the magnitude of that statement and the implications it is truly eye-opening and humbling. Three areas then become important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) The materialism and commercialization of Christmas becomes much less important to the believer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing that Jesus truly is the "Reason for the Season", so to speak, then everything secular becomes less important. What is important is thanking God for getting us through another year and most of all, thinking Him for Christ's sacrifice on the Cross at Calvary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Doing good for others becomes more important to the believer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting shut-ins, helping the homeless, volunteering in a soup kitchen, stocking the food pantry, helping those who cannot the commercial aspect of Christmas, and helping ring the bell for the Salvation Army become more important for the believer as a ministry during the holiday season. The reason? It can and does expand the testimony of the believer to the Salvation that is in Jesus Christ. We must all bear in mind that we never what good things and good works we do for others might have eternal value, because as James states, "faith without works is dead." (James 2:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Letting your light shine becomes more important to the believer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we need to be people of peace, love, and joy. During the Christmas season and the rest of the new year, we must exhibit the fruits of the spirit in all that we say and do and pray for God to help us in these areas as well. To all who are reading this who are Christians, I pray God's blessings on you this new year and that He will use in a mighty way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5670845424864898572?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5670845424864898572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5670845424864898572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5670845424864898572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5670845424864898572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2010/01/greatest-gift-of-all.html' title='The Greatest Gift of All....'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/S0BaNJkm0eI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3vMAvI8_DZg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-2322052797022972911</id><published>2009-12-24T15:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:36:34.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas (and an interesting article excerpt by Bayless Conley)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SzPp4He8cDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4_HD05MewTk/s1600-h/Jesus-Reason-for-the-Season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SzPp4He8cDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4_HD05MewTk/s200/Jesus-Reason-for-the-Season.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418931926947622962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SzPqALmU4XI/AAAAAAAAAWY/TYGK0iKjP1M/s1600-h/baylessc_devotional%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SzPqALmU4XI/AAAAAAAAAWY/TYGK0iKjP1M/s200/baylessc_devotional%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418932065491280242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays can be a depressing time of year for many people, even, surprisingly, for Christian people. Although Christmas for the Christian is a time of great rejoicing because of commemorating the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, many individuals can get to the end of this year and feel like they have run a marathon and that they have had a "kick me" sign on their back all year long. Those feelings are nothing to be ashamed of and are not uncommon. I think an interesting excerpt by Christian devotional writer Bayless Conley can be useful to the Christian in dealing with the trials of our everyday world. He begins by talking about Jesus, and the article is presented now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Matthew 3, we find Jesus at an absolutely critical time of transition in His life.  We have not heard from Him since He was 12 years old.  There has been about 30 quiet, unnoticed years where He presumably was working in His father's carpentry shop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when we read in Matthew 3:16-4:1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He had been baptized, Jesus came up immediately from the water; and behold, the heavens were opened to Him, and He saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting upon Him.  And suddenly a voice came from heaven, saying, "This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased."  Then Jesus was led up by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus is about to enter public ministry.&lt;/strong&gt;  The sick will be healed; the poor will have the gospel preached to them; miracles will be worked; the Father will be revealed.   So from this point, the battle is on.  And we are given a bird's-eye view of the conflict that occurs between Christ and the devil, which we will look at in more detail in the next several devotionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I want to submit something to you today.  If it seems that all hell has broken loose in your life, maybe, just maybe, it's because you are on the verge of a breakthrough in your life. &lt;/strong&gt;Maybe it's a time of very important transition where God wants to lift you into a place where there is going to be greater influence and greater impact through your life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, at about this time last year I was coming to a very difficult crossroads in my life, and yes, I did feel like I had that "kick me" sign on my back. Without going into too much detail my previous chosen career was not working out and I was having a large degree of personal trouble as well. However, I found out in a strong way that God is faithful and He had other, more fulfilling plans for me. If you are a regular on this blog or just a visitor just passing through on the information superhighway, I pray that God will richly bless you this holiday...Merry Christmas to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-2322052797022972911?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/2322052797022972911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=2322052797022972911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2322052797022972911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2322052797022972911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-and-interesting-article.html' title='Merry Christmas (and an interesting article excerpt by Bayless Conley)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SzPp4He8cDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4_HD05MewTk/s72-c/Jesus-Reason-for-the-Season.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5320494326442642431</id><published>2009-12-22T17:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:44:48.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archaeological Evidence for the Bible Part 2 (New Testament)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SzFn7R28V5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/lJAH9nw9z-w/s1600-h/israel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SzFn7R28V5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/lJAH9nw9z-w/s200/israel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418226094807209874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existence of Jesus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In Jewish historian Josephus' work the Antiquities, written about the same time as the Gospels, the following is mentioned: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time lived Jesus, a wise man, if indeed one ought to call him a man.  For he was the achiever of extraordinary deeds and was a teacher of those who accept the truth gladly.  He won over many Jews and many of the Greeks.  He was the Messiah.  When he was indicted by the principal men among us and Pilate condemned him to be crucified, those who had come to love him originally did not cease to do so; for he appeared to them on the third day restored to life, as the prophets of the Deity had foretold these and countless other marvelous things about him, and the tribe of the Christians, so named after him, has not disappeared to this day."  (Josephus—The Essential Works, P. L. Maier ed./trans.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tacitus, a Roman historian, wrote the following: born 52 A.D., wrote a history of the reign of Nero in 110 A.D. "...Christus, from whom they got their name, had been executed by sentence of the procurator Pontius Pilate when Tiberias was emperor; and the pernicious superstition was checked for a short time only to break out afresh, not only in Judea, the home of the plague, but in Rome itself, .. " (Annals 15:44) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Suetonius: AD. 120. In his Life of Claudius: "As the Jews were making disturbances at the instigation of Chrestus, he expelled them from Rome." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pliny the Younger: Governor of Bithynia in Asia Minor, wrote the emperor in A.D. 112 about the sect of Christians, who were in "the habit of meeting on a certain fixed day, before it was light, when they sang an anthem to Christ as God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a lot of these references were written about the same time as the Gospels what is truly fascinating is that these references are OUTSIDE of the Biblical account yet match them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5320494326442642431?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5320494326442642431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5320494326442642431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5320494326442642431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5320494326442642431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/12/archaeological-evidence-for-bible-part_22.html' title='Archaeological Evidence for the Bible Part 2 (New Testament)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SzFn7R28V5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/lJAH9nw9z-w/s72-c/israel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5229237232524684699</id><published>2009-12-20T00:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:17:33.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archaeological Evidence for the Bible Part 1 (Old Testament)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sy3VMYU7XmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/TbTrx7-3JoM/s1600-h/Map_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sy3VMYU7XmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/TbTrx7-3JoM/s200/Map_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417220335461949026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, there is a lot of historical evidence for the places named in the Bible, especially in the book of Genesis. Here are some of the recent finds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ebla tablets were discovered in the early 1970s which verified the existence of the "cities on the plain"---Sodom, Gomorrah, Admah, Zeboim, and Bela—also called Zoar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ebla also made mention of the city of Canaan, which many liberal scholars had said earlier was not in use at that and was used incorrectly in the Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A papyrus was found in Egypt in the nineteenth century which describes in detail many of the plagues and the Exodus itself. This papyrus, which currently resides in a Dutch museum, is known as the Ipuwer Papyrus, which was written by an Egyptian who was an eye-witness to these events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Hittites were once thought to be a biblical legend, until their capital and records were discovered in Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In 1993, archaeologists uncovered a 9th century B.C. inscription at Tel Dan. The words carved into a chunk of basalt refer to the "House of David" and the "King of Israel." And the Bible's version of Israelite history after the reign of David's son, Solomon, is believed to be based on historical fact because it is corroborated by independent account of Egyptian and Assyrian inscriptions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Another king who was in doubt was Belshazzar, king of Babylon, named in Daniel 5. The last king of Babylon was Nabonidus according to recorded history. Tablet was found showing that Belshazzar was Nabonidus' son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The ruins of Sodom and Gomorrah have been discovered southeast of the Dead Sea. Evidence at the site seems consistent with the biblical account: "Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the Lord out of the heavens." The destruction debris was about 3 feet thick and buildings were burned from fires that started on the rooftops. Geologist Frederick Clapp theorizes that that pressure from an earthquake could have spewed out sulfur-laden bitumen (similar to asphalt) known to be in the area through the fault line upon which the cities rest. The dense smoke reported by Abraham is consistent with a fire from such material, which could have ignited by a spark or ground fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference: http://www.faithfacts.org/search-for-truth/maps/archaeological-and-external-evidence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5229237232524684699?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5229237232524684699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5229237232524684699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5229237232524684699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5229237232524684699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/12/archaeological-evidence-for-bible-part.html' title='Archaeological Evidence for the Bible Part 1 (Old Testament)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sy3VMYU7XmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/TbTrx7-3JoM/s72-c/Map_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-291980766542556383</id><published>2009-11-24T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:04:40.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From....</title><content type='html'>Evangelist Wally Tope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Swydgvuv7TI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5Z4bDFuS6Dw/s1600/Tope2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Swydgvuv7TI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5Z4bDFuS6Dw/s200/Tope2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407870438459043122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evangelist Wally Tope, who had a history of risky evangelistic ventures smuggling Bibles into communist countries, died on this day in 1992 trying to stop the L.A. riots. The LA Times carried the original story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Street evangelist Wallace Tope Jr.who was beaten and kicked when he tried to stop looters during the 1992 riots has died after lying in a coma for 19 months, the Los Angeles County district attorney's office said Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutors said they have not decided what additional charges may be filed against Fidel Ortiz, 22, and Leonard Sosa, 24, both of whom already have pleaded not guilty to charges of attempted murder and aggravated mayhem in the attack on Tope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tope's death is the 55th fatality linked to the riots. Officials at the Pasadena convalescent hospital where he died Nov. 24 at the age of 54 said he never regained consciousness after falling into the coma a few minutes after the April 30, 1992, attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police at first were mystified as to why an evangelist such as Tope would venture into a dangerous riot zone to urge an end to the violence. But his friends said he had a history of risky evangelical missions smuggling Bibles into the Soviet Union and Christian literature into Eastern Europe before the fall of communism there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends said that when the riots began last year in Los Angeles and Tope saw the looting on television, he asked associates at William Carey International University, a Christian college in Pasadena, to join him on a pilgrimage to halt the violence. When they refused to go, he went alone. Police say Tope drove his battered 12-year-old car to a shopping center near Sunset Boulevard and Western Avenue in Hollywood and started passing out religious pamphlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looters broke into a drugstore, Tope confronted Ortiz, told him to repent and warned him that he would go to hell if he continued looting, according to court records that include statements by witnesses and police. The statements indicate that Ortiz threatened and punched Tope, who left hurriedly for his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sosa, who was watching from a distance, joined his friend, Ortiz, and the two men chased Tope, beating and kicking him for several minutes, according to the statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This wasn't some hit-and-run type thing," said Los Angeles Police Detective Ernie Basset, who investigated the attack. "They really thumped on this guy for awhile."  A bystander flagged down an ambulance. The attendants said Tope immediately began proselytizing, telling them they would find their salvation in Jesus. "God bless you," he said softly on the way to the hospital before lapsing into the coma from which he never recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know one thing," Tope's brother, Dennis, said later. "If anyone makes it to heaven, it will be my brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sosa and Ortiz, both of whom wbrked as warehouse workers for a concessionaire at Dodger Stadium, were arrested a few weeks later after co-workers heard them bragging about the beating, police said. The two defendants have been held since their arrests on bail of $750,000 apiece.  Marvin L. Part and Harvey E. Byron, attorneys for Sosa and Ortiz, have argued that the defendants did not plan the attack and did not intend to injure Tope so severely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are two working guys who never had been in trouble with the law before . . . who were involved in actions that are still not entirely clear ... who had a momentary lapse of rationality," Part said. "They feel terrible about what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memorial service for Tope is scheduled for Dec. 10 at William Carey University.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is a sad story, Mr. Tope was and continues an excellent story to pattern after. He was a man more than willing to take a bold stand for the Christian Gospel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-291980766542556383?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/291980766542556383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=291980766542556383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/291980766542556383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/291980766542556383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-could-learn-lot-from.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From....'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Swydgvuv7TI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5Z4bDFuS6Dw/s72-c/Tope2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-9173342015943202812</id><published>2009-11-19T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:42:53.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willie Pollard - The 9th Inning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/CEXNEJUH8qo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CEXNEJUH8qo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interesting little story which compares Christianity to a baseball game...definitely worth the time and these guys are doing a good work! They are on youtube under sdmemorylane and do old-time Gospel music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-9173342015943202812?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/9173342015943202812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=9173342015943202812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/9173342015943202812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/9173342015943202812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/11/willie-pollard-9th-inning.html' title='Willie Pollard - The 9th Inning'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-1731278523157162533</id><published>2009-11-13T16:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:47:55.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working behind the Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sv3ul37YWYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5aagypr2v-4/s1600-h/2053959453_12f2531548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sv3ul37YWYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5aagypr2v-4/s200/2053959453_12f2531548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403737462350043522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was an elderly gentleman who was a very good shoemaker. He had wanted to become a minister but the way had never opened up. He was the friend of a young divinity student; and when one day the young man was called to his first charge the old man asked of the young preacher a special favor...In a nutshell his request was to always make the young mans shoes when he went into the pulpit. The young minister agreed and the old cobbler spent the rest of his days making shoes for the young man. The moral to this story? Sometimes the greatest work done for Gods kingdom is done behind the scenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-1731278523157162533?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/1731278523157162533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=1731278523157162533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1731278523157162533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1731278523157162533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/11/working-behind-scenes.html' title='Working behind the Scenes'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sv3ul37YWYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5aagypr2v-4/s72-c/2053959453_12f2531548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8938031196085417400</id><published>2009-11-02T16:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:44:08.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monastery on a cliff (joke)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Su9uY4d71CI/AAAAAAAAATY/uikhdfRSS_8/s1600-h/P1040291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Su9uY4d71CI/AAAAAAAAATY/uikhdfRSS_8/s200/P1040291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399655851994371106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a monastery perched high on a cliff. The only way to reach it was by riding in a basket, which several monks hauled up to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was steep, and to those who visited, it was terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One visitor was extremely nervous. Halfway up the ascent, he saw that the rope holding the basket was a bit frayed. He frantically asked the monk next to him how frequently the rope was changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief silence, the monk replied, “Whenever it breaks.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8938031196085417400?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8938031196085417400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8938031196085417400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8938031196085417400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8938031196085417400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/11/monastery-on-cliff-joke.html' title='Monastery on a cliff (joke)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Su9uY4d71CI/AAAAAAAAATY/uikhdfRSS_8/s72-c/P1040291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-4221552963243938077</id><published>2009-10-25T12:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:30:25.455-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s power'/><title type='text'>God Story #9 (Prayer Foils a Bank Robbery!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SuSXJ3aRhuI/AAAAAAAAATI/Grc1ObJoh0U/s1600-h/praying-robber-300x168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SuSXJ3aRhuI/AAAAAAAAATI/Grc1ObJoh0U/s200/praying-robber-300x168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396604449245464290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman at a check-cashing store in Indianapolis had a rather unorthodox way of foiling a potentially dangerous (and fatal) situation. She used prayer. When Gregory Smith, a 23 year-old male, attempted to rob the store and pulled a gun on clerk Angela Montez, Ms. Montez's first reaction was to start praying. At first taken aback, then the robber  began crying. He explained to Ms. Montez that he was an ex-servicemen with a young baby and could not find work. "We're going to be homeless," he said. "I've tried everything." Eventually, he reached into his pocket and the clerk became frightned beause he thought she was going to be shot. However, he said "It's okay" and emptied the chamber and gave her all the bullets. After talking and praying together for about 40 minutes without any disturbances, Smith allegedly left after taking $20 and Montez’s cellphone. The next day Smith turned himself in after his mother had seen him on T.V. and urged him to do it. An awesome story indeed, and we should pray for that criminal to become a Christian and to get on the straight and narrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-4221552963243938077?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/4221552963243938077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=4221552963243938077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4221552963243938077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4221552963243938077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-story-9-prayer-foils-bank-robbery.html' title='God Story #9 (Prayer Foils a Bank Robbery!!!)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SuSXJ3aRhuI/AAAAAAAAATI/Grc1ObJoh0U/s72-c/praying-robber-300x168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6034579353091739085</id><published>2009-10-15T03:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T05:03:21.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two wrongs don't make a right but two Wrights made an airplane! (Quote of the Week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/StcAzwq0gnI/AAAAAAAAASw/ATaG7_R6htY/s1600-h/1903-flight-wright-640x450.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/StcAzwq0gnI/AAAAAAAAASw/ATaG7_R6htY/s200/1903-flight-wright-640x450.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392779968037290610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that quote of the other day and just thought it was really neat. When you do the right things then the right things will happen for you. Too often in my life I had to learn this the hard way. Reliance on God, Dedication, determination, perseverance, and the like will help you to become the person you need to be and to find what you are looking for in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6034579353091739085?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6034579353091739085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6034579353091739085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6034579353091739085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6034579353091739085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-wrongs-dont-make-right-but-two.html' title='Two wrongs don&apos;t make a right but two Wrights made an airplane! (Quote of the Week)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/StcAzwq0gnI/AAAAAAAAASw/ATaG7_R6htY/s72-c/1903-flight-wright-640x450.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3698239516361122004</id><published>2009-10-03T16:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:21:43.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting inmates keep cats as pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SsfWT8aOntI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dulrFVjd4aE/s1600-h/cats400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SsfWT8aOntI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dulrFVjd4aE/s200/cats400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388511117294083794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this story isn't necessarily Christian in nature, it is still a good story regardless. Indiana State Prison has been, for some time now, letting inmates keep cats as pets and the officials there are quite surprised by the results. In many cases, the inmates morale is much better and fights, assaults, and other general acts of misbehavior are very starkly down. Kudos to Indiana State Prison for their out-of-the-box thinking. Perhaps this is something that other prisons should adopt as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3698239516361122004?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3698239516361122004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3698239516361122004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3698239516361122004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3698239516361122004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/10/letting-inmates-keep-cats-as-pets.html' title='Letting inmates keep cats as pets'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SsfWT8aOntI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dulrFVjd4aE/s72-c/cats400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3576166872808642069</id><published>2009-09-24T05:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:13:45.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Story #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SrtTnIE8hnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uAlgO_BLTTw/s1600-h/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SrtTnIE8hnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uAlgO_BLTTw/s200/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384989711099790962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one reads about the Apostle Paul in Acts and how he was converted, one truly does believe in the miraculous. An important thing to remember is that there are conversion stories in this day and age that are just as powerful. Michael "Bull" Roberts is a former Canadian drug lord with one such testimony. Christian Week recounts his story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRAMPTON, ON—The extravagant wealth and power former gang member Michael "Bull" Roberts had as one of Canada's wealthiest drug lords reads likes a fantasy. But the road which led him there is the stuff of nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I grew up in a very abusive home," says Roberts, who cuts an imposing six-foot, four-inch, 450 pound figure. "My father was a very strict man, very hard. I was bullied at school, and then at home I was physically and sexually abused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberts ended up in foster care. After witnessing his foster father's murder, Roberts hit the streets. Within months he was a "full blown drug and alcohol addict" with a long list of trafficking and assault charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When some acquaintances overdosed, police charged Roberts with three counts of first degree murder. At 16 Roberts was tried as an adult and found "criminally insane." He's lost count of how much time he has spent in prisons and mental institutions since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he joined a gang, Roberts says he finally found a "family." A meteoric rise through the gang's ranks followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I became one of the wealthiest drug lords in Canada," he says. "I had stables, boats and every kind of ride you could think of. I was distributing cocaine and crack all over Alberta. I was turning over millions of dollars a week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last summer, a partner sent 30 men to kill him. After a cruel beating, Roberts was left for dead, his knees, legs, arms, hands and skull broken. Permanent spinal cord damage means he still walks with a cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his gang ties prompted a release from hospital, Roberts found himself alone in a hotel room facing the news his home had been burned to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I wanted was revenge," Roberts says. "But I was so broken I couldn't even get myself to the bathroom. I fell on the floor and [wet] myself. I spent hours there. I was in extreme physical pain and emotionally spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was my breaking point. I just snapped. I just couldn't fight no more. I looked up at God and said, 'Fine! You win! I'm done!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just kept praying to Him out of anger, and the next thing I knew I was asking for forgiveness. I said, 'Please, God I just want to feel love!' I just burst into tears. I cried for hours on that floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really feel like God came into the room that day. I really felt like I was forgiven. I told Him I'd give my life to Him. I'd let Him run it His way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the yellow pages, Roberts found the name of a local pastor who then put him in touch with pastor Ted Brown of Kennedy Road Tabernacle in Brampton. Roberts arrived in Ontario a few weeks later with "nothing but a pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My first meeting with Mike was pretty intimidating," says Brown, referring to both Robert's size and the tattoos covering him from head to foot. "Mike is still rough around the edges but…I've seen a man who struggles with unforgiveness—toward the people who hurt him and who he's hurt—learning to forgive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberts now writes the church's "Behind the Walls" prison newsletter. He also talks to school and church groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've taken Mike with me to meet with some young men who are close to being in trouble with the law or have already been charged," says Brown. "Mike speaks clearly and patiently to them hoping to direct them on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe Mike has impacted lives for the kingdom, and in the days and years ahead, he'll impact many more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberts says, "I could go back tomorrow and be that drug lord again, but I've given up all those riches because I want to be with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know where 'the beast' in me was created—and now I have my heart back. God gave me back the heart of a child and the dreams I had as a kid."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3576166872808642069?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3576166872808642069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3576166872808642069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3576166872808642069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3576166872808642069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-story-8.html' title='God Story #8'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SrtTnIE8hnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uAlgO_BLTTw/s72-c/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7474321200226788218</id><published>2009-09-15T19:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:42:35.423-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping others'/><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From...</title><content type='html'>The Children's Miracle Network&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SrBCyJpVWxI/AAAAAAAAARI/D4jJMpl6LTs/s1600-h/children%27s+miracle+network+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SrBCyJpVWxI/AAAAAAAAARI/D4jJMpl6LTs/s320/children%27s+miracle+network+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381874984057920274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SrBBEfcEgfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vvOGPjIGq-s/s1600-h/children%27s+miracle+network.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SrBBEfcEgfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vvOGPjIGq-s/s320/children%27s+miracle+network.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381873100122259954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our local convenience stores recently started selling Children's Miracle Network stickers for donations of $1, $5, or $25. After reading up on the Children's Miracle Network and some of the things that they are doing, I was glad to see the walls of this store being filled up with these stickers of people's donations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*founded in 1983 by the Osmond family and John Schneider (played Bo Duke on the Dukes of Hazzard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises more than $250 Million dollars each year. The funds are then provided to a network of 170 hospitals to help provide for the needs of the children who are patients there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funds are raised mostly through the use of corporate partners, such as Walmart, Dairy Queen, Domino Sugar, Phi Mu, Church's Chicken, Zeta Beta Tau, Sigma Alpha Epsilon, Sigma Chi and Marriott Hotels to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This excellent organization exemplifies the biblical concept of "when you give you do it unto me" (Matthew 25:40)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7474321200226788218?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7474321200226788218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7474321200226788218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7474321200226788218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7474321200226788218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-could-learn-lot-from.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SrBCyJpVWxI/AAAAAAAAARI/D4jJMpl6LTs/s72-c/children%27s+miracle+network+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5741101680516956489</id><published>2009-09-12T01:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:50:41.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SqtSvV39VVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3EDf6FxoRdo/s1600-h/flight93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SqtRWS5FFlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XS8hEFirZZY/s320/empire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380483623294408274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SqtQ93P2ttI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DlxMHqbG9h4/s1600-h/080706wtc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SqtQ93P2ttI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DlxMHqbG9h4/s320/080706wtc1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380483203556882130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5741101680516956489?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5741101680516956489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5741101680516956489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5741101680516956489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5741101680516956489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-911.html' title='Remembering 9/11'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SqtSvV39VVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3EDf6FxoRdo/s72-c/flight93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6928644622873023861</id><published>2009-09-04T00:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:27:01.959-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ministering to the unemployed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SqDBHfYCy-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/KVVSGOYtCKA/s1600-h/6DC606B1810B4573928259E19CB24D7B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SqDBHfYCy-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/KVVSGOYtCKA/s320/6DC606B1810B4573928259E19CB24D7B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377510289505962978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the state of this economy, there are a lot of people who are unemployed. These tips won't necessarily help you find a new job, but they will help you keep a positive attitude along the way to finding a new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affirmation 1: Put yourself in a state of gratitude. Thank God for everything, even if it's just for a beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affirmation 2: If you are a Christian or other religious person, always be reminded that God is with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affirmation 3: Remember that God wants you to find a job and will help you to find it. Pray for your job situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affirmation 4: Be on the lookout for Messengers. These are people or events that come your way to help you in your process of becoming employed once more. Have a clear picture of the next job you want and get it in writing for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affirmation 5: Remember to bless and love others. It does say in scripture to love your neighbor as yourself, so put that into practice. It will also help you keep a positive attitude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affirmation 6: Use your talents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affirmation 7: Have people pray for you. One can never have too much prayer in their lives including you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: this is only a very abbreviated list. For the full article, go to http://www.beliefnet.com/Faiths/Prayer/2009/05/Seven-Great-Affirmations-for-the-Unemployed.aspx?nlsource=10&amp;ppc=73871&amp;source=NEWSLETTER&amp;utm_campaign=Inspiration&amp;utm_medium=newsletter&amp;utm_source=NL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6928644622873023861?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6928644622873023861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6928644622873023861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6928644622873023861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6928644622873023861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/09/ministering-to-unemployed.html' title='Ministering to the unemployed'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SqDBHfYCy-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/KVVSGOYtCKA/s72-c/6DC606B1810B4573928259E19CB24D7B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8556534095503227633</id><published>2009-08-30T03:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:18:24.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dietrich Bonhoeffer: Theologian, Man of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SppHIycm0bI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sHnA9vS7iO8/s1600-h/Bonhoeffer_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SppHIycm0bI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sHnA9vS7iO8/s320/Bonhoeffer_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375687321526391218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach the 70th anniversary of what would become World War II when Germany invaded Poland on September 1, 1939 we would do well to remember Dietrich Bonhoeffer, who was indeed a great theologian and even more importantly a great and principled Man of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, from a very young age, Mr. Bonhoeffer had a strong desire to enter the ministry. Expected to follow his father into psychiatry, Bonhoeffer surprised and dismayed his parents when he decided by age of fourteen to become a theologian and later a pastor. When his older brother told him not to waste his life in such a "poor, feeble, boring, petty, bourgeois institution as the Church", 14-year-old Dietrich replied: "If what you say is true, I shall reform it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonhoeffer did indeed go into ministry and become a theologian. He held several teaching posts in America; one was in the Harlem area as well. He held a teaching post at Union Theological Seminary in New York and several teaching posts in his native Germany as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, however, was the stands he took against the evils of Nazism. He was one of the founding members of a covenant with other pastors called the Pastors Emergency League, which was to resist the Nazi-sponsored state church. They later would establish the Confessing Church, which did basically the same thing as well. After a brief stint in London, Bonhoeffer would establish an underground theological seminary for those wishing to enter the Confessing Church. Unfortunately, his teaching credential with the University of Berlin was revoked in 1936 as he was deemed an "enemy of the state". Bonhoeffer's efforts for the underground seminaries also included securing the needed funds, and he found a great benefactor in Ruth von Kleist-Retzow. In the dire times that he found himself in, his former students and their wives would take refuge in her Pomeranian estate and Bonhoeffer himself was a frequent guest. By August 1937, Himmler outlawed the education of Confessing church pastoral candidates and In September 1937, the Gestapo closed the seminary at Finkenwalde and by November arrested 27 pastors and former students. It was around this time that Bonhoeffer published his best-known book, The Cost of Discipleship, a study on the Sermon on the Mount in which he attacked "cheap grace" as a cover for ethical laxity and preached "costly grace". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonhoeffer spent the next two years secretly travelling from one eastern German village to another to conduct "seminary on the run" supervising of his students, most of whom were working illegally in small parishes. He was banned from Berlin by the gestapo in 1938. It was at this time that Union Theological Seminary in New York extended for him to come back to the states, which he did for a brief time. However, Bonhoeffer felt that he had made the wrong decision. He wrote to fellow pastor Reinhold Niebuhr: "I have come to the conclusion that I made a mistake in coming to America. I must live through this difficult period in our national history with the people of Germany. I will have no right to participate in the recon­struction of Christian life in Germany after the war if I do not share the trials of this time with my people...Christians in Germany will have to face the terrible alternative of either willing the defeat of their nation in order that Christian civilization may survive or willing the victory of their nation and thereby destroying civilization. I know which of these alternatives I must choose but I cannot make that choice from security." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving on the last scheduled steamer to Germany, he continued making brave stands for his underground seminary and churches. He would eventually pay the ultimate price and be executed on April 9, 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that this man was greatly used of God&lt;/strong&gt;. There was one account from one of the camp doctors on the date of Dr. Bonhoeffer's execution that is particularly telling: “I saw Pastor Bonhoeffer ... kneeling on the floor praying fervently to God. I was most deeply moved by the way this lovable man prayed, so devout and so certain that God heard his prayer. At the place of execution, he again said a short prayer and then climbed the few steps to the gallows, brave and composed. His death ensued after a few seconds. In the almost fifty years that I worked as a doctor, I have hardly ever seen a man die so entirely submissive to the will of God.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8556534095503227633?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8556534095503227633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8556534095503227633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8556534095503227633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8556534095503227633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/dietrich-bonhoeffer-theologian-man-of.html' title='Dietrich Bonhoeffer: Theologian, Man of God'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SppHIycm0bI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sHnA9vS7iO8/s72-c/Bonhoeffer_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3077855416431422731</id><published>2009-08-29T00:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:45:10.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Painting of Georges Rouault (3 of 3)</title><content type='html'>Here is the third and final installment of Georges Rouault's paintings of the Christ figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpjNl5ZtgSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/b-Tkk1DAxQg/s1600-h/Rouault6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpjNl5ZtgSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/b-Tkk1DAxQg/s320/Rouault6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375272206214201634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpjNXgCENjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/b5oNInudois/s1600-h/rouault5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpjNXgCENjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/b5oNInudois/s320/rouault5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375271958885971506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3077855416431422731?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3077855416431422731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3077855416431422731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3077855416431422731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3077855416431422731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/painting-of-georges-rouault-3-of-3.html' title='The Painting of Georges Rouault (3 of 3)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpjNl5ZtgSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/b-Tkk1DAxQg/s72-c/Rouault6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5105959341881616153</id><published>2009-08-27T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:33:06.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Painting of Georges Rouault (2 of 3)</title><content type='html'>This is the second installment of Georges Rouault's paintings of the Christ figure. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpdPnNYcj5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WxAqzJg7_Xg/s1600-h/Rouault3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpdPnNYcj5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WxAqzJg7_Xg/s320/Rouault3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852215315664786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpdP1cmykOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ng9WcKRnivI/s1600-h/rouault4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpdP1cmykOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ng9WcKRnivI/s320/rouault4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374852459920527586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5105959341881616153?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5105959341881616153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5105959341881616153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5105959341881616153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5105959341881616153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/painting-of-georges-rouault-2-of-3.html' title='The Painting of Georges Rouault (2 of 3)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpdPnNYcj5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WxAqzJg7_Xg/s72-c/Rouault3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-1025530908688348044</id><published>2009-08-26T03:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:20:07.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Painting of Georges Rouault (1 of 3)</title><content type='html'>I'm going to devote the next few posts to some of the works of French painter Georges Rouault, who lived from 1871-1958 in Paris. He is noted for his unique portrayals of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpT96FCfx8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/rYu1eRHr5to/s1600-h/Rouault2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpT96FCfx8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/rYu1eRHr5to/s320/Rouault2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374199429586732994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpT9uHy5pbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/21bYbWzEJ9o/s1600-h/Rouault1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpT9uHy5pbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/21bYbWzEJ9o/s320/Rouault1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374199224168195506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-1025530908688348044?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/1025530908688348044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=1025530908688348044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1025530908688348044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1025530908688348044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/painting-of-georges-rouault-1-of-3.html' title='The Painting of Georges Rouault (1 of 3)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SpT96FCfx8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/rYu1eRHr5to/s72-c/Rouault2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-104326360189497344</id><published>2009-08-24T02:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:52:03.007-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping others'/><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From....</title><content type='html'>Charles Stanley&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.radcity.net/6700/2413139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 565px; height: 586px;" src="http://images.radcity.net/6700/2413139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who may not have heard of Charles Stanley, he is has been a long-time pastor of the First Baptist Church in Atlanta and is the founder of In Touch Ministries. He is not a perfect man, as no one is, but his insights into the Christian faith have helped countless people in their growth and maturity. Several of his quotes include the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only God knows fully what is required for wholeness because only God knows fully what it means to be whole, perfect, and complete. Only God knows what is missing in our lives because only God sees the total picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our needs are secondary to our need to accept Jesus Christ as our Savior, to be born again spiritually, and to live in right relationship with God our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True contentment lies not in having, but in knowing---of knowing that you are accepted, loved, forgiven, and valued in spite of what you may or may not have in your hands or surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants a walking-and-talking relationship with you. Your appearance, your status before others, and your performance matter little to God. He is concerned about the state of your heart and your innermost desires for eternal things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-104326360189497344?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/104326360189497344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=104326360189497344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/104326360189497344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/104326360189497344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-could-learn-lot-from.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From....'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-779019172859756665</id><published>2009-08-21T05:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:59:27.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s power'/><title type='text'>Shirley Goodnest and her daughter Marcy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.godisthe.com/Jesus-3-Child-Laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 337px;" src="http://www.godisthe.com/Jesus-3-Child-Laughing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a really interesting article written by Max Lucado recently. He was discussing the third person of the Trinity, the Holy Spirit, and the ministry it performs to Christian believers every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  When you place your faith in Christ, Christ places his Spirit before, behind, and within you. Not a strange spirit, but the same Spirit: the parakletos. Everything Jesus did for his followers, his Spirit does for you. Jesus taught; the Spirit teaches. Jesus healed; the Spirit heals. Jesus comforted; his Spirit comforts. As Jesus sends you into new seasons, he sends his counselor to go with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God treats you the way one mother treated her young son, Timmy. She didn't like the thought of Timmy walking to his first-grade classroom unaccompanied. But he was too grown-up to be seen with his mother. "Besides," he explained, "I can walk with a friend." So she did her best to stay calm, quoting the Twenty-third Psalm to him every morning: "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One school day she came up with an idea. She asked a neighbor to follow Timmy to school in the mornings, staying at a distance, lest he notice her. The neighbor was happy to oblige. She took her toddler on morning walks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days Timmy's friend noticed the lady and the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know who that woman is who follows us to school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sure," Timmy answered. "That's Shirley Goodnest and her daughter Marcy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mom reads about them every day in the Twenty-third Psalm. She says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life.' Guess I'll have to get used to them."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will too. God never sends you out alone. Are you on the eve of change? Do you find yourself looking into a new chapter? Is the foliage of your world showing signs of a new season? Heaven's message for you is clear: when everything else changes, God presence never does. You journey in the company of the Holy Spirit, who "will teach you and will remind you of everything I have told you" (John 14:26 NLT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the Holy Spirit has a very, very important ministry. The Holy Spirit convicts unbelievers of their need to become Christians, convicts believers of sin in their lives, and intercedes for the Christian when he or she prays. Thanks be to God for sending His counselor the Holy Spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-779019172859756665?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/779019172859756665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=779019172859756665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/779019172859756665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/779019172859756665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/shirley-goodnest-and-her-daughter-marcy.html' title='Shirley Goodnest and her daughter Marcy...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-1737217459268702334</id><published>2009-08-15T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:28:47.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where I am at'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping others'/><title type='text'>Omarosa headed to Seminary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SoZS2v5LYuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/w-aPpxymfMg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SoZS2v5LYuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/w-aPpxymfMg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370070706208596706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...I just read that Omarosa is now heading to study at a United Theological Seminary in Dayton, OH to become a Pastor. Known for her villianous ways and antics on reality T.V. shows, she has more recently been a goodwill ambassador and has done work for the homeless and poor in Haiti. According to Ivan Hicks, the school's associate dean for African-American studies, this reputation she has for both good and bad will help her as a minister because people will be able to relate to her. It's interesting that she has chosen this route as I myself did not even know that she was a Christian. However, we must remember that God has used many imperfect people before and can use the "foolish things of this world to confound the wise." (1Corinthians 1:27) I wish her all the best and my thoughts and prayers go out to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-1737217459268702334?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/1737217459268702334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=1737217459268702334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1737217459268702334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1737217459268702334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/omarosa-headed-to-seminary.html' title='Omarosa headed to Seminary!'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SoZS2v5LYuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/w-aPpxymfMg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8467547487828895149</id><published>2009-08-13T01:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:35:32.901-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Unwanted Children in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SoO8-M_5OMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OdBrUiW2YUg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SoO8-M_5OMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OdBrUiW2YUg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369342957582891202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our earth has well over six billion inhabitants. When you consider the magnitude of such a large population, it could be easy to doubt whether one baby is as valuable as the other. While I don't usually post on such hot button issues, we as human beings need to consider that the attitude that not everyone is equally important is the WRONG attitude, and I believe that we need more programs encouraging adoption instead of abortion. Consider the following scenarios: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A minister and his wife, who live in extremely modest conditions, discover they are expecting their fifteenth child. Considering their poverty and the excessive world population, is this baby needed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A young man is victim to a number of terrible health problems, and his wife has tuberculosis. Of their four children, one is blind, one has died, one is deaf, and one, like his mother, also has tuberculosis. Now the woman finds out that she is pregnant again. Surely this is an unneeded baby, is it not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As the result of an awful rape by a white man, a thirteen year-old black girl is pregnant. If you were her parents, would you recommend that she endure the risky and emotionally traumatic pregnancy to bring the child of a rapist into the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In the midst of a society where sexual propiety is regarded as essential, a teenage girl is pregnant. Her betrothed knows that he is not the father of the baby, and he will share in her condemnation if he does not reject her. Does the world need this baby? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all of these situations are very, very difficult and heart-wrenching situations. Can you imagine what each of these individuals must have went through and how much sleep they lost at night? My heart truly would go out to these people, and abortion definitely could be one of the options in each of these situations, but is it the BEST OPTION? If we take a closer look at each of these situations, we would realize that abortion is not always the best option. In scenario #1, if abortion is used, we have just terminated the baby who would become John Wesley, one of the greatest evangelists of the eighteenth century. In the second scenario, we have just deprived the world of composer Ludwig von Beethoven. In scenario #3 we have just lost Ethel Waters, who will inspire millions as a truly great gospel musician. And what of the fourth scenario? Well, in scenario #4 we have just deprived the world of our Lord and Savior Himself, Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is a place for abortion, and I do not believe that violence such as what happened to George Tiller is the option either. However, I do believe that abortion should be a last resort and adoption should be encouraged in every circumstance possible. God bless all of you, and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8467547487828895149?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8467547487828895149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8467547487828895149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8467547487828895149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8467547487828895149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/unwanted-children-in-world.html' title='Unwanted Children in the World'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SoO8-M_5OMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OdBrUiW2YUg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-659899005012528190</id><published>2009-08-12T14:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:42:16.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Heavenward (Joke)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SoMpEHRbyyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-CmXZWU2OMQ/s1600-h/poet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SoMpEHRbyyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-CmXZWU2OMQ/s320/poet.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369180331404151586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temporary Sunday School teacher was struggling to open a combination lock on the supply cabinet. She had been told the combination, but couldn't quite remember it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the pastor's study and asked for help. The pastor came into the room and began to turn the dial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first two numbers he paused and stared blankly for a moment.Finally he looked serenely heavenward and his lips moved silently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked back at the lock, and quickly turned to the final number, and opened the lock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was amazed. "I'm in awe at your faith, pastor," she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's really nothing," he answered. "The number is on a piece of tape on the ceiling."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-659899005012528190?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/659899005012528190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=659899005012528190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/659899005012528190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/659899005012528190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-heavenward-joke.html' title='Looking Heavenward (Joke)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SoMpEHRbyyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-CmXZWU2OMQ/s72-c/poet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3054346085548255702</id><published>2009-08-08T00:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:04:41.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the ice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sn0iWvjgFPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zc_E9VcFVcs/s1600-h/bag_of_ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sn0iWvjgFPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zc_E9VcFVcs/s320/bag_of_ice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367484105013335282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was shopping at Alco, which is a chain of lesser-known discount stores. A woman that I have known only casually came up to me and proceeded to hand me ten dollars. After seeing the look of confusion on my face, she said "Ice, Vaden. You got me some ice last week, and I appreciated it and I am paying you back." I was surprised because I just barely recalled the incident but it brought home for me something very interesting. Once again, I feel validation for living a way of life where you do good for others. It's very cathartic, It's very Christian, it's good karma, or it's just a good thing to do...whatever you call it, your life is a lot more fulfilled if you look out for the other person and their needs as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3054346085548255702?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3054346085548255702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3054346085548255702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3054346085548255702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3054346085548255702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-for-ice.html' title='Thanks for the ice!'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sn0iWvjgFPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zc_E9VcFVcs/s72-c/bag_of_ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-4926559828557614032</id><published>2009-08-02T23:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:57:23.802-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Yes, we had a drug problem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SnZ7aH54PbI/AAAAAAAAANo/2wBoRdsbpRs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SnZ7aH54PbI/AAAAAAAAANo/2wBoRdsbpRs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365611694787149234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, “Why didn’t we have a &lt;strong&gt;drug problem &lt;/strong&gt;when you and I were growing up?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied I had a &lt;strong&gt;drug problem &lt;/strong&gt;when I was young:  I was &lt;strong&gt;drug to church on Sunday morning&lt;/strong&gt;.  I was &lt;strong&gt;drug to the altar &lt;/strong&gt;to repent of my sin before Jesus Christ and God almighty when I did wrong. I was &lt;strong&gt;drug to church for weddings and funerals&lt;/strong&gt;.  I was &lt;strong&gt;drug to family reunions &lt;/strong&gt;and community socials no matter the weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;drug by my ears &lt;/strong&gt;when I was disrespectful to adults.  I was also&lt;strong&gt; drug to the woodshed &lt;/strong&gt;when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of a teacher or preacher, or if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;drug to the kitchen sink &lt;/strong&gt;to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.  I was &lt;strong&gt;drug out to pull weeds &lt;/strong&gt;in mom’s garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad’s fields.  I was &lt;strong&gt;drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors&lt;/strong&gt; to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood, and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, would have &lt;strong&gt;drug me back to the woodshed&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say or think.  They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, &lt;strong&gt;America would be a better place&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the parents who drugged us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-4926559828557614032?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/4926559828557614032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=4926559828557614032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4926559828557614032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4926559828557614032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-we-had-drug-problem.html' title='Yes, we had a drug problem....'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SnZ7aH54PbI/AAAAAAAAANo/2wBoRdsbpRs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-1771867964761323128</id><published>2009-07-25T11:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:41:51.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Week #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sms_Wk61tcI/AAAAAAAAANg/TuMa4ftEg5I/s1600-h/cracked+pots.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sms_Wk61tcI/AAAAAAAAANg/TuMa4ftEg5I/s320/cracked+pots.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362449438414845378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, God can use cracked vessels!" ---Joyce Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although many times I don't watch the big time T.V. evangelists such as Joel Osteen or Joyce Meyer, sometimes they have some good little tidbits of knowledge to say. Ms. Meyer relates the following story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A water bearer in India had two large pots hanging at the ends of a pole that he carried across his neck. One of the pots was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house. The other pot had a crack in it, and by the time it reached its destination, it was only half full. Every day for two years the water bearer delivered only one and one-half pots of water to the master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments—perfect to the end for which it was made. The poor little cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfections and miserable that it could accomplish only half of what it had been designed to do. After two years of what the imperfect pot perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer and said, "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asked the bearer, "What are you ashamed of?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, for these past two years, I have been able to deliver only half a load of water each day because this crack in my side allows water to leak out all the way back to the master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work without getting the full value of your efforts," the pot said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot noticed the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because half of its load had leaked out once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path and not on the other pot's side? That's because I've always known about your flaw and took advantage of it by planting flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day as we walked back from the stream, you watered those seeds, and for two years I have picked these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just what you are, he would not have had this beauty to grace his house." &lt;/strong&gt; So you see, even with warts and all, we need to stay positive and keep praying for opportunities for God to use us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-1771867964761323128?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/1771867964761323128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=1771867964761323128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1771867964761323128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1771867964761323128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-week-10.html' title='Quote of the Week #10'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sms_Wk61tcI/AAAAAAAAANg/TuMa4ftEg5I/s72-c/cracked+pots.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-1425904425676691885</id><published>2009-07-18T21:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:19:01.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Funny Church signs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQnMTEYFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K6Bp963e1Jo/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQnMTEYFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K6Bp963e1Jo/s320/funny_church_signs_015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360005509514813522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQmwTekFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XgLLMfa-Juk/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQmwTekFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/XgLLMfa-Juk/s320/funny_church_signs_013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360005502000336978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQmru1DDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hJqaPucyIZc/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQmru1DDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hJqaPucyIZc/s320/funny_church_signs_009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360005500772879410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQQvO41fI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KF9Rdrwz2EU/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQQvO41fI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KF9Rdrwz2EU/s320/funny_church_signs_007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360005123755529714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQQZdnYEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GZCLoxG1LQ0/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQQZdnYEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GZCLoxG1LQ0/s320/funny_church_signs_006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360005117911720002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQQNGReYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2CJXY3g-Mjs/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQQNGReYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2CJXY3g-Mjs/s320/funny_church_signs_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360005114592590210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQQLpC56I/AAAAAAAAAMM/2xi-jY35tBc/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQQLpC56I/AAAAAAAAAMM/2xi-jY35tBc/s320/funny_church_signs_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360005114201565090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQPsa0AyI/AAAAAAAAAME/R-sMXNJfwKI/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQPsa0AyI/AAAAAAAAAME/R-sMXNJfwKI/s320/funny_church_signs_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360005105820369698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKPxDIAuZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/15gMJFzJZR0/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKPxDIAuZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/15gMJFzJZR0/s320/funny_church_signs_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360004579339581842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKPjy0ju8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/gGph2H9EW34/s1600-h/funny_church_signs_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKPjy0ju8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/gGph2H9EW34/s320/funny_church_signs_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360004351624723394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-1425904425676691885?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/1425904425676691885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=1425904425676691885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1425904425676691885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1425904425676691885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-funny-church-signs.html' title='Some Funny Church signs...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SmKQnMTEYFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K6Bp963e1Jo/s72-c/funny_church_signs_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-974313911879460770</id><published>2009-07-15T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:35:30.191-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"Take what you need as the offering is passed."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sl5kgneznHI/AAAAAAAAALs/Oopt6TdncxU/s1600-h/offering-plate-with-money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sl5kgneznHI/AAAAAAAAALs/Oopt6TdncxU/s320/offering-plate-with-money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358831118134254706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A church in Argyle, Texas came up with a very unique way to increase their tithes and help people out in the process. They adopted a rule that anyone who was struggling financially could take what they need from the offering plate. The church has since seen their titheing triple, and they have been able to give according to some estimates over a half-million dollars to charities and help people with basic expenses and the like. Kudos to Pastor Toby Slough of Cross Timbers Community Church for his out-of-box (and biblical!) idea of giving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-974313911879460770?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/974313911879460770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=974313911879460770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/974313911879460770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/974313911879460770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-what-you-need-as-offering-is.html' title='&quot;Take what you need as the offering is passed.&quot;'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sl5kgneznHI/AAAAAAAAALs/Oopt6TdncxU/s72-c/offering-plate-with-money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-1580088519537092127</id><published>2009-07-13T17:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:16:11.016-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s power'/><title type='text'>"Mr. Vandal, Jesus loves you too."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Slu-7OZxQ_I/AAAAAAAAALk/Me6HY71r87g/s1600-h/Jesus_White_as_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Slu-7OZxQ_I/AAAAAAAAALk/Me6HY71r87g/s320/Jesus_White_as_snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358086106375078898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Jesus and the woman at the well***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Church in Keene, New Hampshire was recently very badly vandalized with several anarchist and atheist statements spray painted all over the building. Needless to say, the building was very badly defaced. The intial reaction of the pastor of the church and the parishioners was one of anger, however, they have now displayed Christ-like character in that they responded to this terrible act of vandalism by posted a message on their billboard to the passing motorists. The message simply reads: "Mr. Vandal, Jesus loves you too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-1580088519537092127?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/1580088519537092127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=1580088519537092127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1580088519537092127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1580088519537092127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/mr-vandal-jesus-loves-you-too.html' title='&quot;Mr. Vandal, Jesus loves you too.&quot;'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Slu-7OZxQ_I/AAAAAAAAALk/Me6HY71r87g/s72-c/Jesus_White_as_snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-904659096523836842</id><published>2009-07-11T20:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:37:12.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Quote of the week #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SllKJOh0viI/AAAAAAAAALc/eJ8U3ctKp10/s1600-h/59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SllKJOh0viI/AAAAAAAAALc/eJ8U3ctKp10/s320/59.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357394754113158690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't dwell on what you can't do, dwell on what you can do!" ---Author Unknown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very wise individual once told me that in any situation, we can always dwell on one of two things: we can dwell on what we cannot do, or we can dwell on what we can do. The ball is in my court; it is my choice. Personally, I now choose to dwell on what can be done instead of what cannot be done. Now, on to the question that many of you reading most likely have: what does the picture I have chosen above have to do with the quote I have? Well, instead of dwelling on the bad things of the world, you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; love people, you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; accept people, you can &lt;em&gt;treat&lt;/em&gt; people as God treats them, as one of His creation that He loves and sent His Son for. Can't go on a missions trip? Pray for those that do go. Can't be the next Martin Luther King or Gandhi? Be the next Martin Luther King or Gandhi in your neighborhood. Can't be a deacon in your church? Be something smaller, such as volunteering to handle the janitorial work, and then move up. Focus on what you can do, instead of what can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-904659096523836842?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/904659096523836842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=904659096523836842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/904659096523836842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/904659096523836842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-week-9.html' title='Quote of the week #9'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SllKJOh0viI/AAAAAAAAALc/eJ8U3ctKp10/s72-c/59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-593804526753453659</id><published>2009-07-07T16:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:46:24.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Bible Tells Me So!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlPeJTayaSI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZXeWU564ud8/s1600-h/mount-of-olives-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlPeJTayaSI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZXeWU564ud8/s320/mount-of-olives-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355868633286469922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mount of Olives in Jerusalem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I originally read a version of this story in the book Share Jesus Without Fear by William Fay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had met Nate, you would swear that he was one of the most cynical, bitter, and atheistic individuals to ever walk the face of the earth. He had absolutely no interest in the subject of religion. Nate even bashed people of faith for fun. He regularly mocked Jews, Buddhists, Muslims, and even Christians. Yes, Nate was indeed a hard case. He was also highly intelligent. He had scored in the upper percentile of all of the intelligence tests, could read 1,250 a minute with total recall, and even scored one of the highest scores on the Mensa test, a test for geniuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Nate was in the armed services and was riding a bus with another man named John, who was a Blackfoot Indian with only a 12th grade education. The other soldiers kept on throwing John's Bible out of the bus to tease him. Each time, John would patiently get out of the bus and retrieve it without saying a word. Finally, Nate could stand it no longer and he said to John, "Why do you let those clowns do that stuff to you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John replied, "Sir, I am a Christian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate decided to challenge this simple man of faith and so he asked him almost laughingly, "Do you mean to tell me that you actually believe that a man was vomited out of a whale?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John replied, "Yes, sir, I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Nate asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Bible tells me so," John replied. The conversation went on for a long time, and every challenge that Nate gave John was answered in the same way: "My Bible tells me so." As hard as Nate's higly intelligent mind tried, he could not shake John's faith, and this bothered very deeply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night he decided to borrow a Bible from a neighbor. The verse Job 5:9: "He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, and miracles that cannot be owned" was stuck in his mind. "Nate could not ignore this truth," William Fay writes, "and it tranformed his life. Now he is one of the strongest defenders of the Christian faith that I know. And it was all because John, a simple man of faith with only a 12th grade education, believed the verse 'Not by might, not by power, but by my spirit, says the Lord (Zechariah 4:6)''' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how great our God is when He can use a Blackfoot Native American with only a 12th grade education to help convert a man who scored so high on the Mensa test that he even found an error on the test itself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-593804526753453659?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/593804526753453659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=593804526753453659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/593804526753453659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/593804526753453659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bible-tells-me-so.html' title='&quot;My Bible Tells Me So!&quot;'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlPeJTayaSI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZXeWU564ud8/s72-c/mount-of-olives-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-4611250699418472121</id><published>2009-07-04T21:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:03:52.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaplain Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BNCOsyinxcg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BNCOsyinxcg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps one of the biggest unsung heroes in the midst of our American troops on this 4th of July is the Army Chaplain. Many of these men and women not only provide spiritual support, but are also on the front lines as often as others. On this 4th of July, I will share the testimony of one such Army Chaplain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-4611250699418472121?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/4611250699418472121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=4611250699418472121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4611250699418472121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4611250699418472121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/chaplain-testimony.html' title='Chaplain Testimony'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6762407552008399016</id><published>2009-07-04T16:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:18:42.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issues'/><title type='text'>Christian quotes from early politicians, including Founding Fathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sk_eFFvJw7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/eqJ85UXLWHE/s1600-h/DeclarIndep180x180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sk_eFFvJw7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/eqJ85UXLWHE/s320/DeclarIndep180x180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354742660987470770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot of debate over the last several years about whether the Founding Fathers and other early politicians were really Christians or not. There are many who say that they were atheists, many that say they were deists, and many who say that indeed, yes, they were Christians. Well, the answer to this question is that we don't really know. Only God knows the heart of these great men and (yes) the women that also helped them behind the scenes. What we do know from their writings is that most of these men did have a strong belief in God or some higher power of that nature. As promised, here are some quotes from them on this 233rd 4th of July: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Washington &lt;br /&gt;1st U.S. President&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While we are zealously performing the duties of good citizens and soldiers, we certainly ought not to be inattentive to the higher duties of religion. To the distinguished character of Patriot, it should be our highest glory to add the more distinguished character of Christian." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Adams &lt;br /&gt;2nd U.S. President and Signer of the Declaration of Independence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suppose a nation in some distant Region should take the Bible for their only law Book, and every member should regulate his conduct by the precepts there exhibited! Every member would be obliged in conscience, to temperance, frugality, and industry; to justice, kindness, and charity towards his fellow men; and to piety, love, and reverence toward Almighty God ... What a Eutopia, what a Paradise would this region be." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The general principles on which the fathers achieved independence were the general principles of Christianity. I will avow that I then believed, and now believe, that those general principles of Christianity are as eternal and immutable as the existence and attributes of God." &lt;br /&gt;--Adams wrote this on June 28, 1813, in a letter to Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to &lt;strong&gt;God Almighty&lt;/strong&gt;. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever." &lt;br /&gt;--Adams wrote this in a letter to his wife, Abigail, on July 3, 1776. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas Jefferson &lt;br /&gt;3rd U.S. President, Drafter and Signer of the Declaration of Independence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a real Christian – that is to say, a disciple of the doctrines of Jesus Christ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamin Franklin &lt;br /&gt;Signer of the Declaration of Independence and Unites States Constitution &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is my Creed. I believe in one God, the Creator of the Universe. That He governs it by His Providence. That He ought to be worshipped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the most acceptable service we render to him is in doing good to his other children. That the soul of man is immortal, and will be treated with justice in another life respecting its conduct in this. These I take to be the fundamental points in all sound religion, and I regard them as you do in whatever sect I meet with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to Jesus of Nazareth, my opinion of whom you particularly desire, I think the system of morals and his religion, as he left them to us, is the best the world ever saw, or is likely to see; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I apprehend it has received various corrupting changes, and I have, with most of the present dissenters in England, some doubts as to his divinity; though it is a question I do not dogmatize upon, having never studied it, and think it needless to busy myself with it now, when I expect soon an opportunity of knowing the truth with less trouble. &lt;strong&gt;I see no harm, however, in its being believed, if that belief has the good consequence, as probably it has, of making his doctrines more respected and more observed; &lt;/strong&gt;especially as I do not perceive, that the Supreme takes it amiss, by distinguishing the unbelievers in his government of the world with any peculiar marks of his displeasure." &lt;br /&gt;--Benjamin Franklin wrote this in a letter to Ezra Stiles, President of Yale University on March 9, 1790. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Madison &lt;br /&gt;4th U.S. President &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cursed be all that learning that is contrary to the cross of Christ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more quotes and they can be found at http://christianity.about.com/od/independenceday/a/foundingfathers.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6762407552008399016?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6762407552008399016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6762407552008399016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6762407552008399016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6762407552008399016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/christian-quotes-from-early-politicians.html' title='Christian quotes from early politicians, including Founding Fathers'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sk_eFFvJw7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/eqJ85UXLWHE/s72-c/DeclarIndep180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-1122190879772079553</id><published>2009-07-02T21:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:49:33.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July weekend everybody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sk1_chWzAgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3vjTV5kalg4/s1600-h/Goofy+pic+of+april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sk1_chWzAgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3vjTV5kalg4/s320/Goofy+pic+of+april.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354075659980440066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a goofy picture of my wife I took this afternoon that has absolutely nothing to do with the 4th of July ;-) but seriously, folks, have a safe 4th of July weekend. I'll probably post some founding fathers quotes in a couple of days so stay posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-1122190879772079553?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/1122190879772079553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=1122190879772079553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1122190879772079553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1122190879772079553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july-weekend-everybody.html' title='Happy 4th of July weekend everybody!'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sk1_chWzAgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3vjTV5kalg4/s72-c/Goofy+pic+of+april.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-318298810149345517</id><published>2009-07-02T03:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T04:05:12.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From....</title><content type='html'>Albert Pujols&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Skx-6dtOSEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aFKh5C7GmNY/s1600-h/Pujols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Skx-6dtOSEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aFKh5C7GmNY/s320/Pujols.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353793599908497474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you have heard of the man in this picture. His name is Albert Pujols, and he plays first base for the St. Louis Cardinals Major League baseball team. He is a very prolific hitter, having become the fifth youngest player to reach the 300 home run milestone at the ripe old age of 28 years, 170 days. He has achieved a lot already in his brief career. However, the most important thing is not how large (and it is!) his trophy case is; the most important thing is that Mr. Pujols is also a committed Christian believer. Pujols shares how his then-girlfriend, Diedre, helped him to become a believer: "Growing up in the Dominican Republic, I lived to play baseball. My wife Diedre, who was my girlfriend at the time, shared with me how much I needed Jesus. I realized I needed more than just religion. I needed a Savior. I needed Jesus to save me." On November 13, 1998 Albert Pujols became a believer in Jesus Christ. Now, Pujols' life goal is not just to hit 700 home runs, although he just might (God willing, of course). His goal is to glorify Jesus! You can read more about his testimony and the good works that he is doing in the name of Christ at http://www.pujolsfamilyfoundation.org/faith.htm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-318298810149345517?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/318298810149345517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=318298810149345517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/318298810149345517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/318298810149345517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-could-learn-lot-from.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From....'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Skx-6dtOSEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aFKh5C7GmNY/s72-c/Pujols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3885367028659174091</id><published>2009-06-27T18:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:57:39.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Story #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Ska-VwOUoYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hAJcOgE2RYc/s1600-h/praying-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Ska-VwOUoYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hAJcOgE2RYc/s320/praying-hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352174488107917698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people, including myself in the past, fall away from God. They do so for a variety of reasons. Perhaps they feel they don't need God, perhaps they are bitter from a bad church experience, or perhaps they are caught up in their career or another area in their life. This next God story is more of the divine intervention variety once again and, if you pay close attention to the ending of the story, will illustrate the lengths that God can and will go to at times to bring you back into a relationship with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kathy Shields&lt;br /&gt;Innkeeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I have always believed in God but had reached a point in my life where I didn’t feel I needed to go to church anymore, didn’t need God’s guidance to be a good wife and mother.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One day, my son asked, “Mom, can Mark come over to play after school today?” Without hesitation, I responded: “You know Alex, having someone come over to play really is a big responsibility.” I could not believe my own ears. Why would I say such a thing? I loved to have my son’s friends over to play. Again, my son asked, “Mom, can Mark come over to play? This time I said: “Yes my darling of course you can have Mark come over to play this afternoon.” And then he asked: “Mom, can you bring Mark home today after we play? I, without hesitation, responded. “You know Alex, bringing children home after school is a tremendous responsibility.” I was temporarily aghast at my response. Frustrated by my own words, I came to my senses and said, “Yes my darling of course I will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Alex had a wonderful afternoon playing together but when it was time for Mark to go home, I hesitated and questioned whether I might leave my children alone while I took Mark home. It was an absurd thought and one I had never entertained before, leaving my children alone. And so I packed them all into the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I turned on to the main road, a voice – the same voice that had been talking to me all day, yelled at me, “Slow down now!” &lt;/strong&gt;I immediately took my foot off the accelerator and looked up. Two cars were drag racing and were headed straight for us. If I turned left, the four of us would die instantly. So instead I swerved right and, I don’t know how, but we landed between a telephone pole and a road sign and narrowly escaped a collision with the racing cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For many months after the near-accident I was baffled.&lt;/strong&gt; Over and over again, I went to the scene and re-enacted what happened from the point I saw the cars coming. How did I know I was in danger? How did my car get to the side of the road without a collision? And then there was the most baffling question: How did I see the cars coming in enough time to save us? It actually wasn’t possible because the cars had been coming around a double curve. If I hadn’t had an advance warning, we would have collided, head-on, with both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel God saved me that day. It was his way of saying I need you back and I want you to have faith that I will be with you always&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3885367028659174091?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3885367028659174091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3885367028659174091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3885367028659174091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3885367028659174091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-story-7.html' title='God Story #7'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Ska-VwOUoYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hAJcOgE2RYc/s72-c/praying-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6914097400657696044</id><published>2009-06-24T17:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:57:04.823-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Freezing birds outside of the Barn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SkK97D_5iII/AAAAAAAAAKM/mlJNXl-liVU/s1600-h/dec2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SkK97D_5iII/AAAAAAAAAKM/mlJNXl-liVU/s320/dec2302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351048129652820098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very interesting story, origins unknown, appears in The Art of Personal Evangelism by Will McRaney Jr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is about a modern man, one of us. He was not a Scrooge. He was a kind, decent, mostly good man. He was generous to his family, upright in his dealings; but unfortunately he did not believe in all of that Jesus incarnation stuff that churches proclaim at Christmas time. It just didn't make sense, and he was too honest to pretend otherwise.&lt;strong&gt;He just could not swallow the Jesus story and God coming to Earth as a man.&lt;/strong&gt; "I am truly sorry to distress you," he told his wife, "but I am not going with you to church with you this Christmas eve." He said he would feel like a hypocrite, so he stayed, and they went. Shortly after the family drove away, snow began to fall. He went to the window to watch the flurries getting heavier and heavier as time went on. After going back to his fireside chair to read the newspaper he heard a thudding sound, then another, then another still. When he went to the front door to investigate, he found a flock of birds miserably in the snow. They had been caught in the snow and in a desperate search for shelter had tried to fly through his large living room window. He had compassion for them and he couldn't just let the birds lie there and freeze to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered the barn where his children always stabled their pony that could provide a warm shelter if he could just direct the birds into it. He quickly put on his coat and galoshes and tramped through the snow to where the birds were. He opened the doors to his barn wide and turned on a light, but the birds did not come in. Heading back to the house, he decided to fetch some bread crumbs figuring that the yellow trail would entice them in. Unfortunately, that still didn't work either.  He tried catching them. He tried shooing them into the barn by waving his arms. He tried everything he could think of, but instead of going into the barn they just scattered in every direction. Then, he realized something: They were scared of him. "To them," he reasoned, "I am a strange and terrifying creature. If only I could think of some way to let them know they can trust me, that I'm not trying to hurt them, I'm trying to help them." How? Any move he made tended to frighten them, confuse them. They just would not follow. They would not be led or shooed because they feaed him.&lt;strong&gt; If I could mingle with them, he thought, and speak their language and tell them not to be afraid and show them the way to the safe, warm barn. But I'd have to be one of them so they could see and hear and understand. If only I could be a bird myself.&lt;/strong&gt; Just then, the church bells began to ring. The sound reached his ears above the sounds of the wind. He stood there listening to the bells playing "Adeste Fidelis," pealing the glad tidings of Christmas. And he sank to his knees in the snow. At last, he understood God's heart towards mankind, and he fell on his knees in the snow. He had come to know the One who became one of us just to save us.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what Christ did for us, my friends. Just like if this man would have been allowed to become a bird, Jesus bore the sorrows, suffering, and griefs of the human condition as he walked on this earth. But God understood our need and took action. He did it for you and for me. He became one of us on this earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6914097400657696044?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6914097400657696044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6914097400657696044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6914097400657696044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6914097400657696044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/freezing-birds-outside-of-barn.html' title='Freezing birds outside of the Barn'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SkK97D_5iII/AAAAAAAAAKM/mlJNXl-liVU/s72-c/dec2302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-4905030087197226690</id><published>2009-06-19T02:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:58:08.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Rules for Home, but also Rules for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjtSEh5TzdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cFk85oLbCNA/s1600-h/New+Bitmap+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjtSEh5TzdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cFk85oLbCNA/s320/New+Bitmap+Image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348959220204293586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This interesting sign has hung on my mother's refrigerator for almost a year now and most of the time we just open it up without even looking at it. However, most of these little sayings on here are not just rules for home but rules for life as well. These are the qualities that I want to embody not just as a future pastor but also as a person period. Unfortunately, like everyone else I blow it every day. But we have many good role models in the Bible, including Christ Jesus himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-4905030087197226690?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/4905030087197226690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=4905030087197226690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4905030087197226690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4905030087197226690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/rules-for-home-but-also-rules-for-life.html' title='Rules for Home, but also Rules for Life'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjtSEh5TzdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cFk85oLbCNA/s72-c/New+Bitmap+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-44111443542454012</id><published>2009-06-17T15:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:22:04.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s power'/><title type='text'>The Atheist and the Chief from Fiji</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjlccbcryFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UWg2p8-9k3g/s1600-h/Fiji-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjlccbcryFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UWg2p8-9k3g/s320/Fiji-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348407675953334354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.P. Yohannan, in his book Revolution in World Missions, relates an interesting story about the Island of Fiji when it was just opened up for trade with the local tribespeople some time ago. A merchant who was a hardened atheist and skeptic came through one day and was talking to one of the local tribal chiefs and was in his hut. Noticing that the chief had a bible and some other religious materials around his house he commented that "it's a shame that these missionaries are over here preaching all of this nonsense. I feel bad for you." The chief looked at him and pointed to a large rock outside. "Do you see that rock?" he said. "We used to use that rock to smash people's heads in to get at their brains." Gesturing to the stove, he said, "We used to use that stove to bake the bodies of people and then feast on them...so, if it weren't for the 'nonsense' of these missionaries as you call it, I can assure you that right about now your head would be smashed in and you would be baking in that stove for our feast." Such is the wonder of God that even a hardened Fijan tribal chief can go from being a murderer and cannibal to a man of peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-44111443542454012?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/44111443542454012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=44111443542454012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/44111443542454012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/44111443542454012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/atheist-and-chief-from-fiji.html' title='The Atheist and the Chief from Fiji'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjlccbcryFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UWg2p8-9k3g/s72-c/Fiji-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-71365965255383824</id><published>2009-06-14T21:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:00:59.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Week #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjXEQ0CjX8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZOa0jdhUqH4/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjXEQ0CjX8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZOa0jdhUqH4/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347395925698633666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; If you could summarize your life goal in one sentence, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-K.P Yohannan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last couple of months that I have been maintaining this blog, I have literally looked at thousands of other blogs. There literally are blog started by people for everything under the sun, from blogs about sports teams to blogs about popular culture to countless blogs about people's families. Each blog that I come across appears to have a specific purpose in mind: some are to entertain, some, to show off the art work that people do, and still some are simply showing off what people are proud of---their families. Just like blogs have a specific purpose, your life should have a specific purpose. The originator of the above quote, K.P. Yohannan, has had a very interesting life. Beginning with very humble beginnings in a remote village in India, he has literally went all over the world preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ to people. He has been very successful at it in part because he summed up in one sentence what he wanted his life mission to be: &lt;strong&gt;to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;/strong&gt; Now, your life mission may not be that noble, and that's okay. But I have some followers who are doing very interesting things that could be summed up in their life missions. &lt;strong&gt;Ivan, who is one of my followers, likes to help people through giving them advice on the stock market&lt;/strong&gt;. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it helps people, provides a community service, or is useful in some fashion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-71365965255383824?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/71365965255383824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=71365965255383824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/71365965255383824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/71365965255383824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-week-9.html' title='Quote of the Week #9'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjXEQ0CjX8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZOa0jdhUqH4/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-729708222854955337</id><published>2009-06-10T20:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:19:04.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Story #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjBrA_w-L7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Tbf4NE3155I/s1600-h/St.+Isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjBrA_w-L7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Tbf4NE3155I/s320/St.+Isaac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345890422549786546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't normally post about the Catholic believers in our Christian religion, St. Isaac Jogues was truly an individual who was dedicated to serving and helping others for the cause of Christianity. Trained as a Jesuit Priest in the early 1600's, St. Isaac was sent to New France in 1636 in what is now Michigan and Minnesota in the United States to minister to the Native Americans there. Unfortunately, Jogues faced many setbacks, trials, and tribulations in his brief ministry to these Indians. In 1642, while on his way by canoe to the country of the Hurons, Jogues was captured by a war party of Mohawk Iroquois, in the company of Guillaume Couture, René Goupil, and several Huron Christians. They were taken back to the Mohawk village where they were gruesomely tortured. It was during this torture that several of Jogues' fingers were cut off by this captors. Jogues survived this torment and went on to live as a slave among the Mohawks for some time, and what is even more admirable about him is that he even attempted to teach his captors the basics of Christianity. Eventually, with the help of some Dutch merchants passing through, he was able to make it to Manhattan and then back to France in 1644. As a "living martyr," Jogues was given a special permission by Pope Urban VIII to say Holy Mass with his mutilated hands, as the Eucharist could not be touched with any fingers but the thumb and forefinger. Yet the missionary of this great man was not dimmed by the unfortunate treatment he received from the Mohawks. Within a few months, he was on his way back to Canada in 1645 to resume ministering to them. After arriving there, a tentative peace was reached, and his ministry continued even he was finally martyred a year later in late 1646. Would to God that there would be more dedicated men and women that even after having their fingers cut off would still have a heart for helping foreign people in a foreign land! There is a statue in Auriesville, NY showing this man teaching two young children, shown here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjCTa0fYhVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/94KgE56Pz_k/s1600-h/Martyrs_Shrine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjCTa0fYhVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/94KgE56Pz_k/s320/Martyrs_Shrine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345934846664934738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-729708222854955337?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/729708222854955337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=729708222854955337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/729708222854955337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/729708222854955337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-story-6.html' title='God Story #6'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjBrA_w-L7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Tbf4NE3155I/s72-c/St.+Isaac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3354975716364808075</id><published>2009-06-10T20:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:17:18.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare Book (joke)</title><content type='html'>I came across this joke and I thought it was priceless! So I'll share with you all on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjBo2wFzT3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GLAFwF3s-kw/s1600-h/gutenberg_detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjBo2wFzT3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GLAFwF3s-kw/s320/gutenberg_detail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345888047520239474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collector of rare books ran into an acquaintance who told him he had just thrown away an old Bible that he found in a dusty, old box. He happened to mention that Guten-somebody-or-other had printed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not Gutenberg?" Gasped the collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that was it!""You idiot! You've thrown away one of the first books ever printed. A copy recently sold at an auction for half a million dollars!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't think this book would have been worth anything close to that much," replied the man. "It was scribbled all over in the margins by some guy named Martin Luther."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3354975716364808075?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3354975716364808075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3354975716364808075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3354975716364808075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3354975716364808075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/rare-book-joke.html' title='Rare Book (joke)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SjBo2wFzT3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GLAFwF3s-kw/s72-c/gutenberg_detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-2112772738368502817</id><published>2009-06-08T13:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:56:28.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A selective mute child at the Orlando Magic game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Si1s1o_1gbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/10Fetz2AfWI/s1600-h/abc_Rodriguez_090604_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Si1s1o_1gbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/10Fetz2AfWI/s320/abc_Rodriguez_090604_mn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345048001552679346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes miracles can happen in the most unusual places. An NBA basketball game in April is not the first place a person would think of for something really important and significant to happen, but in this case it did. By all accounts Ryan Rodriguez is now your average 4 year-old child, chattering away and playing, but that wasn't always the case. You see, young Ryan was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder called Selective Mutism, and for the great majority of his first four years of life he would only say maybe one or two words at a time, even while all of the other preschoolers would chat away. Thankfully, that all changed one day while he and his father Izzy were watching an Orlando Magic game. "He sat there and kept going, 'Me, me, play, play," Izzy Rodriguez told "Good Morning America. "So I turn around and I do crazy things." Those crazy things were spending the 641.00 for two tickets to the next Orlando Magic game. Although it was either that or pay the mortgage, he knew that his son was more important and they usually "don't yell at you until after 30 days anyway." So this man, who with his meager auto mechanic salary has supported expensive speech therapy for his son, decided to go the next Orlando Magic game. When they got there and began getting settled in, something remarkable happened. "When we get there, he says, 'Me, play basketball, here?'" Rodriguez said. "So I look down and dropped to my knees and said 'What did you say?' He said, 'Me play basketball here?' I said, Yeah." After that little exchange between father and son that many take for so granted, the floodgates were opened and the little boy who before would only say one word at a time and NEVER say anything to his peers was talking almost non-stop through the whole game. "I'm thinking, OK, I'm dreaming. Or something happened, or maybe this is what he needed. [He] talked to me all the way home," Rodriguez said. "I talked to Karen on the cell phone crying all the way home." After the game, Izzy sent an email to the Orlando Magic staff telling them about his son. They were so impressed that they decided to buy him and his family tickets for the rest of the season and the one after that. Thanks be to God, The Orlando Magic, and this wonderful parent for helping this young boy come out of his shell and start communicating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-2112772738368502817?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/2112772738368502817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=2112772738368502817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2112772738368502817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2112772738368502817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/selective-mute-child-at-orlando-magic.html' title='A selective mute child at the Orlando Magic game...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Si1s1o_1gbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/10Fetz2AfWI/s72-c/abc_Rodriguez_090604_mn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-1615431521132058370</id><published>2009-06-08T00:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:16:36.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with an Ex-Satanist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/4lUBhIDdUtg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4lUBhIDdUtg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a pretty interesting youtube video...this man was a former satanist who is now discussing what it was like for him to live in that worldview. He is now a born-again Christian. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-1615431521132058370?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/1615431521132058370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=1615431521132058370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1615431521132058370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/1615431521132058370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/interview-with-ex-satanist.html' title='Interview with an Ex-Satanist'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-506318670198786717</id><published>2009-06-08T00:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:13:54.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 29 today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Siyr3ftssaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/21CSBxEcz48/s1600-h/631770-R1-14-13A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Siyr3ftssaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/21CSBxEcz48/s320/631770-R1-14-13A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344835827676262818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-506318670198786717?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/506318670198786717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=506318670198786717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/506318670198786717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/506318670198786717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-29-today.html' title='I&apos;m 29 today...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Siyr3ftssaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/21CSBxEcz48/s72-c/631770-R1-14-13A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-682194857507777586</id><published>2009-06-05T15:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:21:28.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel Music - The Rising Of The Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/785r42D_RdY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/785r42D_RdY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is some excellent Gospel music! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-682194857507777586?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/682194857507777586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=682194857507777586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/682194857507777586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/682194857507777586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/gospel-music-rising-of-son.html' title='Gospel Music - The Rising Of The Son'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-375481712259841443</id><published>2009-06-04T21:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:36:45.485-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Atheism Cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiiSJzZRlMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4CwCjTJycOU/s1600-h/bizarro-atheists-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiiSJzZRlMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4CwCjTJycOU/s320/bizarro-atheists-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343681654987789506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-375481712259841443?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/375481712259841443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=375481712259841443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/375481712259841443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/375481712259841443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/atheism-cartoon.html' title='Atheism Cartoon'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiiSJzZRlMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4CwCjTJycOU/s72-c/bizarro-atheists-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-7743348306896210751</id><published>2009-06-02T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:38:17.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping others'/><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiXqpFJTdkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LnOFslAGJmw/s1600-h/bted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiXqpFJTdkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LnOFslAGJmw/s320/bted.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342934524421699138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted Britain&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted Britain is not a world-renowned speaker or pastor, but he is a pastor with a very important message to share: that of the power of forgiveness. He is the head of Ted Britain ministries, and he has written several books that everyone, Christian or non-Christian, should read. In one of his books, entitled "Healing the Wounds of Life" He discusses the importance of forgiveness on our health, spiritual walk, and other areas of our lives. He often uses the example of Jesus in his teachings as well. When Christ was asked how often one should forgive another, He said "not just 7times, but seventy times seven." Now He didn't mean that we should just stop at 490 times, he meant we must continually forgive others, just like we must "love our enemies, and bless those that persecute you." This is the message of hope that Pastor Ted gives to those churches that he visits. For more information on this exceptional Christian leader and his ministry, you can visit http://www.tedbritainministries.com/Ted_Britain_Ministries.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-7743348306896210751?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/7743348306896210751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=7743348306896210751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7743348306896210751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/7743348306896210751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-could-learn-lot-from.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From......'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiXqpFJTdkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LnOFslAGJmw/s72-c/bted.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-2865212047086020716</id><published>2009-06-01T15:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:24:14.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping others'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Week #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiRD1revAHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/biZv9Y5Vq2U/s1600-h/AKimng.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiRD1revAHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/biZv9Y5Vq2U/s320/AKimng.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342469647452012658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Martin Luther King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next QotW touches on something that is very hard for a lot of people to be able to do. However, the act of forgiveness, in many aspects, is one of the most important things that you can do for not only other people but for yourself. Forgiveness is not only important, but it is also much healthier than unforgiveness, and it is scientifically proven fact that holding unforgiveness and bitterness in your heart is not healthy for you and can possibly lead to any number of ailments. It is also dangerous. Unforgiveness can lead to bitterness; bitterness to contempt; and contempt to hate; and hate can lead someone to take another's life. So, even though it is hard for someone to do, and it is even hard for myself to do at times, we must forgive others for us to be completely whole individuals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-2865212047086020716?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/2865212047086020716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=2865212047086020716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2865212047086020716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2865212047086020716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-week-8.html' title='Quote of the Week #8'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiRD1revAHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/biZv9Y5Vq2U/s72-c/AKimng.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8917834715096292720</id><published>2009-05-30T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:31:04.940-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where I am at'/><title type='text'>I was accepted into Liberty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiH5ZIq6s9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/sDKoXRphfcs/s1600-h/New+Bitmap+Image.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiH5ZIq6s9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/sDKoXRphfcs/s320/New+Bitmap+Image.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341824843257656274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a non-degree seeking Master of Divinity student with Liberty University Online in Virginia. I don't usually mention things about myself like this on this blog but I am very excited about the doors that God has opened for me so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8917834715096292720?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8917834715096292720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8917834715096292720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8917834715096292720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8917834715096292720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-accepted-into-liberty.html' title='I was accepted into Liberty!'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiH5ZIq6s9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/sDKoXRphfcs/s72-c/New+Bitmap+Image.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-4205174543572512158</id><published>2009-05-30T12:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:00:35.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>I am Napoleon! (joke)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiGCQxCxR_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/gRif26gtLJ0/s1600-h/Napoleon-Bonaparte-1769-1821-in-his-Study-at-the-Tuileries-1812-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiGCQxCxR_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/gRif26gtLJ0/s320/Napoleon-Bonaparte-1769-1821-in-his-Study-at-the-Tuileries-1812-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341693857592592370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night at the insane asylum, one inmate shouted, "I am Napoleon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another patient asked, "How do you know?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first inmate said, "Because God told me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a voice from another room shouted, "I did NOT!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-4205174543572512158?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/4205174543572512158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=4205174543572512158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4205174543572512158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/4205174543572512158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-napoleon-joke.html' title='I am Napoleon! (joke)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SiGCQxCxR_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/gRif26gtLJ0/s72-c/Napoleon-Bonaparte-1769-1821-in-his-Study-at-the-Tuileries-1812-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-8157983992783942971</id><published>2009-05-28T16:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:29:27.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping others'/><title type='text'>The Woman at the Denver Bus Terminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sh8U0E3FEgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SzpL5HfeQt0/s1600-h/bus+terminal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sh8U0E3FEgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SzpL5HfeQt0/s320/bus+terminal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341010567975211522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met an interesting woman when I was at the Denver Bus Terminal taking a bus back to my hometown last April. She was a very excitable elderly woman, namely because she couldn't figure out why her boyfriend hadn't made it to pick her up. She wanted to borrow my cell phone, which I let her do several times. While I was doing this, I couldn't help but look at some of the other customers in the bus terminal. They were looking at her like some would look at someone in a mental health hospital, but I wasn't there to pass judgment on her, I was there to help since I had a five-hour layover anyway. She was there for almost the whole entire time that I was there. Finally, at about 11:00, 3 hours after I had first encountered her, her boyfriend finally came to pick her up. After I helped her with her luggage, I thought she wouldn't even tell me so much as a thank you, but she said in her thick Boston accent, "God bless you, sir! God bless you! I should get you some coffee or something!" I tell you, the feeling I had was like a million dollars! And that, my friends, would be part of the reason why I would go into the ministry. Other than the most important reason, which is to spread the Gospel of Jesus Christ and to help people in their spiritual walk, I also want to model for others how we are to treat other people. For it was Jesus who said, "even if you do unto the least of them, you have done it unto me." (Matthew 25:40)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-8157983992783942971?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/8157983992783942971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=8157983992783942971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8157983992783942971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/8157983992783942971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/woman-at-denver-bus-terminal.html' title='The Woman at the Denver Bus Terminal'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sh8U0E3FEgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SzpL5HfeQt0/s72-c/bus+terminal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5461662440625903208</id><published>2009-05-26T16:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:58:42.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MC Hammer - Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7xNSgBkum7o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7xNSgBkum7o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has always been one of my favorite MC Hammer songs...a good message to about how necessary prayer is as well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5461662440625903208?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5461662440625903208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5461662440625903208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5461662440625903208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5461662440625903208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/mc-hammer-pray.html' title='MC Hammer - Pray'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-5908575710572384214</id><published>2009-05-26T00:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:44:34.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping others'/><title type='text'>Christian Appalachian Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShuM5qVQEvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZsdmChzTnBI/s1600-h/cap_sliced_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShuM5qVQEvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZsdmChzTnBI/s320/cap_sliced_07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340016705421710066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christian Appalachian Project is another excellent organization that exists to serve the needs of others. This organization, located deep in the Appalachian area of the United States, they are "committed to serving people in need in Appalachia by providing physical, spiritual and emotional support through a wide variety of programs and services." Among the wonderful good works they provide for people include providing low income parents with clothes, food, and/or school supplies; hosting summer camps; offering transportation, companionship, and socialization to the elderly; and providing respite services for caregivers of elderly and disabled people. For more information on this excellent organization, go to http://www.christianapp.org/index.shtml!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-5908575710572384214?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/5908575710572384214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=5908575710572384214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5908575710572384214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/5908575710572384214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/christian-appalachian-project.html' title='Christian Appalachian Project'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShuM5qVQEvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZsdmChzTnBI/s72-c/cap_sliced_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-6600222727585288161</id><published>2009-05-24T00:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:00:00.645-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>If There is no God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShhjxqkcUGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aLRqG4QIJxU/s1600-h/god_all_narrowweb__300x617,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShhjxqkcUGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aLRqG4QIJxU/s320/god_all_narrowweb__300x617,0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339127063139602530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is no God then it makes every child born retarded, every person who dies before their time, everyone murdered, and every miscarriage less important, because it is all just chance. It makes the Enron folks, Bernard Madoff, Charles Manson, The BTK Killer, Adolf Hitler, and others seem to be justified in their actions. It makes the humanitarian and dedicated actions of Martin Luther King, Mother Teresa, Billy Graham, Nate Saint, Gandhi and many others seem pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-6600222727585288161?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/6600222727585288161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=6600222727585288161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6600222727585288161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/6600222727585288161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-there-is-no-god.html' title='If There is no God...'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShhjxqkcUGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aLRqG4QIJxU/s72-c/god_all_narrowweb__300x617,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-2669523935174538847</id><published>2009-05-23T02:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:59:50.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s power'/><title type='text'>God Story #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/She3oTignwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B8iM1ccrRlw/s1600-h/praying-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/She3oTignwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B8iM1ccrRlw/s320/praying-hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338937786338680578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William J. Murray is the current leader of the Religious Freedom Coalition, a socially conservative organization in Washington D.C. Although he is also noted for being very supportive and helpful in his activism for aiding Christians in Islamic and Communist countries, he is perhaps most well-known for being the son of Madalyn Murray O'Hair, who was known as the "most hated woman in America" because of her controversial personality and atheism. In his book "My Life Without God", Mr. Murray mentions that his mother very much despised her father, and has propagated the theory that many atheists have a defective relationship with their own human fathers. Mr. Murray is definitely an example of the power of God to influence and convict! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/She6sdOCHTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NmlA4-vjCqo/s1600-h/mylifewithoutGod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/She6sdOCHTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NmlA4-vjCqo/s320/mylifewithoutGod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338941156191509810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-2669523935174538847?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/2669523935174538847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=2669523935174538847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2669523935174538847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2669523935174538847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-story-5.html' title='God Story #5'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/She3oTignwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B8iM1ccrRlw/s72-c/praying-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-2570705227978792773</id><published>2009-05-22T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:00:00.596-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping others'/><title type='text'>We Could Learn a Lot From......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShYGZ0JdWWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GjgjgO3A38Q/s1600-h/map_belarus_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShYGZ0JdWWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GjgjgO3A38Q/s320/map_belarus_flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338461448859113826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edith Auello&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;There was an interesting story which appeared in Today's Pentecostal Evangel about a woman named Edith Auello. Ms. Auello, who attends Glad Tidings Assembly of God Church in New Jersey, had a son who had a rare form of cancer in his chest. The cancer progressed rapidly, and unfortunately her son, who was named Michael, did not survive. Edith, like any other mother, was devastated. She gave away most of Michael's possessions except for a coat that she had gotten for him that past Christmas, which she just simply couldn't part with. Oh, how he had loved that coat! However, this is not the end of this story. Ms. Auello's church was planning a missions trip that fall to Belarus and one of her friends recounted a very interesting story to her. A relative of hers who lived in that country had been praying very intently for a coat, and God had even given this individual a dream as to what the coat looked like. This person drew a picture of the coat and gave to her friend who then showed it to Edith. The picture looked exactly look her son's coat! Ms. Auello knew what she needed to do. She gave her son's coat to her friend to give to her relative in Belarus. Later on, during the missions trip to that same country, she had the unlikely encounter of meeting the man that she gave her son's coat to. Although she had struggled with the loss of her son, seeing how someone was being blessed with her generosity and God's provision spoke to her heart and greatly aided her in the healing process!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-2570705227978792773?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/2570705227978792773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=2570705227978792773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2570705227978792773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/2570705227978792773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-could-learn-lot-from_21.html' title='We Could Learn a Lot From......'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShYGZ0JdWWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GjgjgO3A38Q/s72-c/map_belarus_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3917746931672086603</id><published>2009-05-21T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:03:00.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShTH5F5VqUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ydD1LkrYt24/s1600-h/moody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShTH5F5VqUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ydD1LkrYt24/s320/moody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338111241990023490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The preaching that this world needs most is sermons in shoes that are walking with the Lord Jesus Christ."&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;-D.L. Moody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we had a very interesting speaker at a church service that I attended. His name was Shawn Harper, an ex-NFL player for the Indianapolis Colts. He drove home a point very similar to the quote above. He said that "the world is tired of hearing about Jesus. We have books, we have Christian radio, we even have Christian television...what the world wants is to &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; Jesus." You see, the best way to sum it up in the book of James: "faith without action is dead." Whether we are Baptist, Pentecostal, Church of Christ, Lutheran, or Catholic we need to demonstrate Christ by serving others. Delivering meals to shut-ins, helping out where needed, volunteering at your Salvation Army or soup kitchen, and any other number of things that provide for the common good is all a good place to start. Like I said many posts prior, even giving an ear to listen can be beneficial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3917746931672086603?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3917746931672086603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3917746931672086603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3917746931672086603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3917746931672086603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-week-7_21.html' title='Quote of the Week #7'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/ShTH5F5VqUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ydD1LkrYt24/s72-c/moody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14175580.post-3264121152945982407</id><published>2009-05-20T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:01:00.702-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Another oldie but a goodie (Joke)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sg8kqUp6-GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0Ym_D13s-ek/s1600-h/baptistbats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sg8kqUp6-GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0Ym_D13s-ek/s320/baptistbats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524392974973026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three pastors were having lunch in a diner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One said, "You know, since summer started I've been having trouble with bats in my loft and attic at church. I’ve tried everything--noise, spray, cats--nothing seems to scare them away."Another said, "Me too. I've got hundreds living in my belfry and in the attic. I've even had the place fumigated, and they won't go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third said, "I baptized all mine, and made them members of the church. Haven't seen one back since!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14175580-3264121152945982407?l=ordinary80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/feeds/3264121152945982407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14175580&amp;postID=3264121152945982407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3264121152945982407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14175580/posts/default/3264121152945982407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinary80.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-oldie-but-goodie-joke.html' title='Another oldie but a goodie (Joke)'/><author><name>history145</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01427093136069183680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/SlB1jbbTKwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ASi-oleaGpo/S220/0629091631%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sBWYm1uzB0/Sg8kqUp6-GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0Ym_D13s-ek/s72-c/baptistbats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
