<?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-6370815475199340456</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:03:14.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy in Him alone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-2361932806245516765</id><published>2008-09-12T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:23:48.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pot is bursting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;One thing I know that I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Through all the troubles that surround&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; You are the Rock that never fails, You never fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; One thing I know that I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Through every blessing I receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; You are the only One that stays, You always stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; You never change, You're still the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; You are the Everlasting God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; You will remain after the day is gone and the things of earth have passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Everlasting God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He puts everything together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He is SO big that I cant fathom about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And His love is SO big and somemore everlasting too. W.O.W. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wondered before that how can someone focus on so many people and cared about them so much and know about everyone's life!Then I asked myself then that "how can you be formed?", "how can this whole world be formed?".It can't be Big Bang because Big bang can't possibly put everything ie the world, the sun, everything in place like as in exactly the place where lives can exist! Even Big bang can't possibly bang the small wonderful cell in our body together aint it? He must be a God and i think God sometimes do things that we humans can't fathom. Our humans brain are just limited i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway, in another topic, these few weeks i learnt that God really wants to teach me about humility. He loves His children to be humble. I don't think I like kids with pride also anyway. So does God!I've got to learn alot and I know that the Holy Spirit is guiding me through it. Hope I will not disobey the Spirit and choose to rebel! Though its hard, i know, to slowly take off the pride that has been sticking very effectively in me, but no matter what, i want to reach that point of humility that God wants in my life. He is an awesome God. There's just SO many other things He revealed to me and everything is just so clear now and I really don't want to be a hypocrite anymore! Anyway,I realised that if you want to change eventhough you don't have that strong will too yet, just pray and ask for God's help cuz sometimes somethings we will not be able to clean it without God's cleansing and guidance. Just ask and seek for Him and He shall direct you His way of doing things. But i think before that, you have to be truthful to yourself. Don't lie to yourself even consciously or unconsciously doing it.haha!sometimes i think that i lied to myself so much until i don't really know who am i. im really breaking off from that and i want to seek my trueself which God wants me to be so He can also work effectively in my life! I just pray that every single day my heart is right in Him. I realise how it is to be holy in His eyes. Im not sure whether Daddy'll still can use someone who is not holy, maybe He can cuz He is God and can do anything at all. Well, there are testimonies like this anyway but i just want to be ready and be righteous in His eyes so i can be used more effectively?lol, is that what its called? i want to be ready if He wants me to do something and to serve Him. Let my eyes, my ears and all of my other senses to be sensing for You! Though i know there are a lot of distractions in my life and life will get more bumpy ahead after spm, i don't want myself to be wanting more of the world than You! Help me Lord! Help me to reach the point of absolute intimacy with You! I've got A LOT to learn!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-back to books...i hope!lol!- =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-2361932806245516765?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/2361932806245516765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=2361932806245516765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/2361932806245516765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/2361932806245516765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/09/pot-is-bursting.html' title='The pot is bursting!'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-2653447780572247461</id><published>2008-09-01T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:28:33.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musings - light</title><content type='html'>I have learned some things last few days.&lt;br /&gt;God must be really patient with me these few days!&lt;br /&gt;Im so sorry that I let God down and strayed away from Him one moment of time!&lt;br /&gt;I was really worried of my studies, well, my worrying is to the point that I try to escape it, to diverge my thoughts into somewhere else, telling myself there's still time yet.&lt;br /&gt;In the same time, I was spending a lot of time reading the Bible, to study it, to sing worship, to pray, to think about God. Looking at it now, it's like talking to a father and spending time with Him without really wanting to hear what He tells me to do and that i should do.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that fear that i'll never catch up studying all of the things I've left behind in form 4 and half of form 5. Not adding in the expectation from my parents, relatives and teachers too, me myself also wanting to see that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;Before that crucial point of time, there's just these things in my head, whether conscious or unconscious, stirring and stirring.&lt;br /&gt;First is to serve Him, reading Bible, spending time with Him, thinking about Him, thinking that what's the use of knowing all the knowledge in the world if the Word of God is more useful in later life, and that its just no use, the end of time is very near and i should do something out there instead of sitting here studying about sejarah malaysia. I was really in the point of giving up my studies and imagining myself devoting my life in serving God as a missionary and really wanting to wish it happen. So there goes my mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;But when that crucial point of time came, I started to think, "Hey!I can't be thinking about God and all of that thing all the time!" And at that time, my mind has only two options.&lt;br /&gt;First is to continue doing like this, drawing myself closer and closer to God (i wonder) and second, to put my eyes off Him for a while.&lt;br /&gt;When that second point came into my mind, I was being greatly disturbed about what my parents and my relatives said about me being "paranoid" and taking seriously about my relationship with God eventhough my heart did not admit it, but it sort of registered into my mind( how weak am i eh?). I was also starting to think back about when i was form 3. All the indulgence, as in WHOLE MIND indulgence in studies, thinking about science stuffs, perfectionism in all subjects which had lead me to excellence results. At that time, I still don't know Jesus, well, eventhough I accepted Him but I didn't follow Him after that confession. I had put Him to wait until after pmr at that time. While i was thinking about all of these, I suddenly thought that why should I be so indulged in my relationship with God? Why can't i just follow some other friends, that they are just..normal? I don't have to follow God, I don't have to be close to Him, my parents ain't Christian anyway, so its okay, you should be excused etc. etc. I was also thinking that if I'm not close to Him, I don't have to follow what He says even the ones i don't really want to follow (being rebellious there i see yeethong*shake shake head*), so that i can just have fun outside in the world. That was like , " oh my gosh!" I'm planning to leave Him, going towards the world, wanting to gain the "riches" of the world, wanting to just forget about Him, wanting to just give up. Is this called spiritual laziness? lol! SO yeah, its THHHAAAAT worse k? I was planning for HOLY SPIRIT BREAK!i wonder is there such word again?oh well, just a modification..hehe..okay back to where i was, hmm.yeah!&lt;br /&gt;That option looks sooo much more tempting, and i think i had already wanting to stretch one of my legs there..O.O..but still i was holding back. I thought back and said "I don't wanna leave God, do I?NO WAY!" I was feeling guilty of even thinking of sending my impulse to my brain and the brain has already half way sending the impulse through my efferent neurones to my muscles in my right leg to be contracted!LOl, okay,( iwas studying BIo you see). Really guilty, but i know this feeling, the last time this feeling came and visit me, i think i strayed quite far away from Him. Later on only i know that, if i ask for His forgiveness, He'll forgive me but i HAVE to forgive myself too and leaving what is already the past, to strain for what is forward. Just confess your sin to God, and move forward! Everyone stumbles right? its just the matter of whether after you stumble, u are willing to let God pull you up.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I went over that bump, and im praying that I will be able to overcome all the others bump that i will face next time. Now God even give me the will to study, and to understand the things that i read, that will to study is definitely there, but, but ,,what adds into this bonus is that I'm doing it, going through this studying thingy with God. =)&lt;br /&gt;Bytheway, God is smart!!wonderful things he created in our bodies, just for us, and also the marvellous creations out there.phew!&lt;br /&gt;they are just absolutely creative!&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, currently im taking a course on learning the Bible more. Its under World Bible School.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I can really learn more about the things in the Bible and that the hunger for God's word is always there! Its marvellous to think that the whole Bible is a whole lot of letter from God to us. We're the reader of the letter from Big Daddy! Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthen, gotta go back to marvel on those kidneys God designed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-2653447780572247461?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/2653447780572247461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=2653447780572247461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/2653447780572247461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/2653447780572247461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/09/musings-light.html' title='musings - light'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-5208093655130728906</id><published>2008-08-27T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:50:04.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My heart longs for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My soul thirsts for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My spirit yearns for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Fill me up to the brim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let me to be changed to a brand-new wine skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Just change me from the inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;circumcise my heart, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i just want myself to be filled up completely in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;even if there are stones casted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;spits being spitted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;contempt look everywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mocks and jeers pierced in every direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I still want to follow You, Lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i don't care of what others will say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i don't care of how ugly i looked standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;with my hands raise high to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;because i know You are worthy of all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You are worthy to be praised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You are the love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You are God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Loving Heavenly Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My Father in Heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let my eyes not to be weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let my ears not to be distracted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let my heart be right in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let my mind and thinking to be holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let my mouth to speak righteously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let my everything to be in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So i can continue to look up to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;To turn to You in all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;To seek for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And to bring glory to You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Just use me oh Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Make me to be ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Help me to bring glory to Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let me to be fully willing to do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Even if it costs a lot to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let me to be willing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But i know, if its bringing all of myself to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Help me to continue to trust in You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;to trust that you are always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;behind the picture of the mess i'm currently seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;behind all the impossibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;behind that black veil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;that You are now looking at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sitting and typing on my computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Still loving me so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I want to be brave in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I want to stand strong in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I want to hold onto that shield and sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And just not be afraid or discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let my meekness to be lighted up in Your bravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And that I'll just move forward without looking and dwelling in my past mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;To just grasp on what is forward, running towards it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I love you, Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;How i wait for that one day when i can hear You laugh joyfully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-5208093655130728906?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/5208093655130728906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=5208093655130728906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/5208093655130728906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/5208093655130728906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/08/lord-my-heart-longs-for-you-my-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-6568517254690211360</id><published>2008-06-05T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:44:29.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hard Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best place is often the hardest place of all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;C.S. Lewis wrote, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;How true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm posting some lyrics from Third Day's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Tunnel"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; today because (and for reasons I cannot go into here) Sandy and I find ourselves in a tunnel of sorts. I awoke this day humming this song and grateful for the encouragement in it. Though it does not mention the Lord (much to my dismay), it is understood that the only real hope is found in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the many reasons for trials is the perspective that God allows us to pass through the fire to show His body and the world how His love and Life can come through in vessels that are consumed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy and I found out about 4:30 yesterday afternoon that our faith is on trial &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Peter 1:7-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-30366" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 Peter 4:12 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will be watching and judging along the way. God forbid, they will have their opinions why we face this recent drama. Some, sad to say, just enjoy seeing the calamity in others. Still others are dying to see Jesus in it and our prayer is that we will show them Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pound us into dust, Lord, and consume us until we are no more. We want the Life of Christ to be carried on through our dying!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(2 Corinthians 4:10,11)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In that same chapter, the Apostle Paul speaks of a tight, constricted place. A tunnel, perhaps, that narrows the deeper one descends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; he wrote. Literally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'we are squeezed on every side but we are NOT stuck there...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (v8) How wonderful! In Christ there is always a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, and a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;In conversation this evening, Sandy and I were blessed by the Spirit of God who reminded us: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;often when we find ourselves in a hard place, we give all our attention to the circumstances at hand and forget that all we go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;--is to prepare us for eternity! &lt;/span&gt;This, too, will pass. And in glory, it will not be remembered but the blessing that comes from it will shine on from glory to glory! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Romans 8:18; 2 Corinthians 3:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Those of you who know and love us, lift us to the Lord to remember these things. May your prayer be that the Life of God will come through Sandy, Graham and me. That what we face is undoubtedly a Tunnel of Love; that here is a place with no wriggle room so the Father can once again renew His covenant of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;chesed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Hebrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;, 'loyal love'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;) with His children. Praise Him in the Hard Place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HOPEfully, you too will find His strength through these words to carry on. Indeed, child of God, there is light at the end of your tunnel for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I won't pretend to know what you're thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can't begin to know what you're going through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I won't deny the pain that you're feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm gonna try and give a little hope to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just remember what I told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's so much you're living for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a light at the end of this tunnel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a light at the end of this tunnel for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a light at the end of this tunnel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shining bright at the end of this tunnel for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You got your disappointments and sorrows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You ought to share the weight of that load with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then you will find that the light of tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well it brings new life for your eyes to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So remember what I told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's so much you're living for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a light at the end of this tunnel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a light at the end of this tunnel for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a light at the end of this tunnel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shining bright at the end of this tunnel for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So keep holding on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep holding on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give thanks to God for this Pasture of Peace he has provided for us to lie down upon today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-6568517254690211360?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/6568517254690211360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=6568517254690211360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/6568517254690211360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/6568517254690211360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/06/hard-place.html' title='The Hard Place'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-2932509555623671232</id><published>2008-05-18T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:45:02.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;I know God speaks today as I have learned to listen for and hear His voice. I opine(express an opinion) that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do not hear it more readily or clearly but that can be easily explained by a failure to do His bidding or when I seek my own way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He will not talk to people who are too busy talking themselves, or, worse, walking out of ear-shot of Him! No, the ones who hear His still, small voice are those who pay the extra wad of cash (alert: metaphor) for a pair of ear buds that can tune into the still, small stuff—His hidden strains and quiet refrains and the delicate tinklings of a higher frequency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, &lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My teaching is not Mine but His who sent Me. If anyone is willing to do His will, he will know of the teaching, whether it is of God or whether I speak from Myself." (John 7:16,17)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;A friend of mine says of this passage: "those who hear the Lord are the ones willing to put the 'amen' in front of their prayers as well as at the end." In other words,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;when we surrender our need to know and give up our 'right' to choose whether what He says is for us or not, then the Lord will speak with great clarity(clearness) and frequency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus also said,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"My sheep hear and distinguish My Voice." (John 10:27)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How does a Shepherd speak to his lambs? "This is the way" or "Follow Me!" and He even calls them by their pet names. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When Saul was converted and blinded, God spoke to Ananias and gave him specific instructions as to where to find him, even giving him the address (see Acts 9:11)! &lt;/span&gt;You just have to have cleaned-out ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Spurgeon said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Note well that we must hear Jesus speak if we expect Him to hear us speak. If we have no ear for Christ, He will have no ear for us. In proportion as we hear, we shall be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"Moreover, what is heard must remain, must live in us, and must abide in our character as a force and a power. We must receive the truths which Jesus taught, the precepts which He issued, and the movements of His Spirit within us; or we shall have no power at the Mercy Seat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; (Spurgeon, The Cheque-Book of the Bank of Faith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Did you know that God sings? Imagine what that sounds like? To paraphrase, "He that hath ears to hear" let him listen through the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Zephaniah 3:17 tells us that He "rejoices over us with singing."costly means of obedience and sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;  With a duddy pair of earphones ('nother metaphor), you'll miss some of the most beautiful music God has to offer you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, spend the extra. You'll NEVER regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-2932509555623671232?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/2932509555623671232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=2932509555623671232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/2932509555623671232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/2932509555623671232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/05/hearing-god.html' title='Hearing God'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-6664450928701687321</id><published>2008-05-13T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:37:55.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Hair Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SC2OGNwQsWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/A1GmbSFBBVo/s1600-h/Hair_by_smilingatstrangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SC2OGNwQsWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/A1GmbSFBBVo/s320/Hair_by_smilingatstrangers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200969382105231714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of years ago I heard a sermon relating to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Samson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the after-effects of his departure from the Lord. Though a tragic figure, there is a scriptural gem that shines against the bleak(depressing) background of Samson's life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There he was in the threshing house,&lt;br /&gt;now with hollowed sockets where proud eyes once dwelt,&lt;br /&gt;chained to a post and trudging in infinite circles,&lt;br /&gt;grinding out the wheat for his captors(a person who has captured a person).&lt;br /&gt;Each day he heard the laughter and endured the scorn. "Praise our gods!" they bellowed.&lt;br /&gt;"Yours is dead but our gods have triumphed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each laborious step from the humiliated hero sounded the woeful(unhappy) cadence(rhythmic flow) of failure, shame and regret. His scalp, chopped unmercifully, ragged and butchered and running with blood boasted precious few sprouts of hair here and there. The glory had departed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The crown had fallen from his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Each day he wished they would just kill him and get it over with. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each day brought more humiliation and reminders of what he had and what now was lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, with arms powerless to break loose of his bands and ghastly sockets running with ooze, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;his broken heart began to seek the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The merciful One looked upon His exiled(expelled) servant with pity as He heard the symphonic strains of that penitent(feeling sorrow for sin) soul. Wiped away in one glorious infinitesimal(indefinitely small) speck of time were the years of rebellion and the miles of philandering(carry on a sexual affair). &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ledgers(account book), once filled with the horrific smudges of sins, were erased with a mighty swipe of God's righteous Hand!&lt;br /&gt;And then, just to shut the mouths of the accusers, the most amazing thing happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"...and the hair of his head began to grow again..."[Judges 16:22]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;We know that his hair did not give him strength but it surely symbolized God's powerful Hand upon him.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the hair was shorn(cut), it indicated that the Spirit of the Lord had withdrawn Himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah, but when the hair began to grow back–oh yes! When sprigs(small branch) of hair pushed through the surface of that barren scalp–the Philistines must have sensed a change of order was forthcoming! And indeed it was. This tortured soul became victor once again as God raised the roof and brought the house down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weeks ago I had begun to notice that I was drifting from the Lord. My "wood was wet" so to speak.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew that I was permanently indwelt by the Spirit of God and that He does not come and go at will,&lt;br /&gt;but I also knew that I was capable of drifting away from the warming coals of God and toward the shadows of self-will and deceit(act of deceiving). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed I had. But as I look back now, with joy, I have seen that my "hair" has begun to grow again! A fire has returned, spiritual eyes have refocused and my heart palpitates(shake) with the very Life of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you have detected a cold front heading in your direction. Or perhaps a cooling in your heart. That mournful breeze can feel like an arctic blast across a baldened head! Hey, we've all been members of God's Hair Club from time to time! And, I would suspect, we'll rejoin again sooner or later (let's pray later!). Why not let the grace of God massage life back into that dome(head) of yours. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pray for spiritual sight restoration.&lt;/span&gt; Are you tired yet of trudging on and getting nowhere? Sick of the crunch of failure beneath your feet? The mocking laughter of the enemy all around you? Do what Samson did. Turn to your Deliverer and be free. Get rid of the toupee(a man's wig). It looks silly on you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those hair plugs I see coming through your scalp? Praise God! Before long you'll be needing a comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pasturescott.blogspot.com]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-6664450928701687321?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/6664450928701687321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=6664450928701687321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/6664450928701687321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/6664450928701687321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/05/gods-hair-club.html' title='God&apos;s Hair Club'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SC2OGNwQsWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/A1GmbSFBBVo/s72-c/Hair_by_smilingatstrangers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-6009845797784073096</id><published>2008-05-09T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:48:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The nth Degree : A Passover Meditation (reflection)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SCRHrMChSXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/toU0irm6NNk/s1600-h/Dusk_by_AndyMumford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SCRHrMChSXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/toU0irm6NNk/s320/Dusk_by_AndyMumford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198358677184137586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A warm Palestine breeze fluttered through the open windows of the upper room. The torches glowing from the plastered walls danced and played in cadence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(rhythmic pattern)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; at the onset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(start) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of dusk-light. Outside, in the lonely avenues, all was quiet as the swelled Jerusalem populace observed this most sacred of Jewish holy days within their homes and tents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He must have had something on His mind as He sat there watching His disciples engage over the Passover meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of things, in the dim wash of early evening, the Savior's face was etched with unclarified emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deep springs of passion rose to meet His eyes and His accepting countenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(appearance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; fairly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (honestly) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;depicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(described) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a fatherly tenderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(softness).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say there weren't conflicting themes within. Yeshua could see the long night ahead. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was Peter–brave Peter–chuckling at some inside joke, stealing a wondering glance at the Rabbi, then going back to his innocent revelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(into the party) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;with deep-chested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(broad chest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(keen enjoyment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This hard-edged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(realistic, rigid) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, soft-hearted fisherman, who had made no bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (no problems)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; about his allegiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(loyalty) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to Messiah, would lie, curse and deny in just a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;innocent John Mark, in whose home they now reposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(rest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, quietly listening to several conversations at once.&lt;br /&gt;He was the youngest and most impressionable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(easily impressed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, not long from hence, this future gospeler would run scared into the night, leaving his outer cloak in the hands of a Roman guard.&lt;br /&gt;A casualty of war.&lt;br /&gt;A scattered sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' eyes took it all in.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas' pensiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dreamily thoughtful - usually with some sadness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philip's wariness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon and Matthew engaging in their nightly verbal fisticuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(fight with fists)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;John, beloved John, unsuccessfully imploring them to take the high road of brotherly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Savior smiled, seeing His ragtag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (mixed up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;band, knowing each of their weaknesses and marveling that these were the men who would joyfully choose the narrow road and carry their crosses without apology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But first they would fall away before returning for good. He softly chuckled to Himself, "Baby steps. A lot of baby steps…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rousted from His own revelry, His eyes fastened on &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas, and Yeshua was instantly transported back to the matter at hand.&lt;br /&gt;They exchanged piercing glances and Mary's Son could already see satan enter into the heart of the only disciple from Judah.&lt;br /&gt;With eyes locked, the Father showed Him flashes of what was about to transpire and the only begotten could not help but wince in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The isolation in the garden. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The betrayal. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The blows. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The scattering of His closest friends. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The tearing of flesh. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The horror in His mother's eyes. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The hardest walk of His life. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Becoming sin. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The scapegoat. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The turning of His Father's back…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, raised voices from nearby dissipated these haunting images and He wondered at the interruption. Snapping back to the present, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Son of Man could hear that His men were once again at odds over their ranking in the future Kingdom.&lt;/span&gt; Each was brandishing their resume. He called me first…I was in the room when the little girl was raised from the dead…how could you be ahead of me? You couldn't even heal that man's son!…surely you remember that I cast thirty-seven demons out of that old woman in Nain! No one at this table can say that!…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here He was, the sin-Substitue of the world and His men were not even sympathetic to His impending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(about to happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; plight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(condition).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Judas was licking his chops and lining his wallet. They were indifferent, insensitive and prideful. And something else: they were selfish and inconsiderate. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Already well into the evening's festivities, not one of these guys even thought about the dirty feet in that circle. Except for the Son of Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yet, knowing what He was facing, and worse still having to put up with such tomfoolery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(foolish behaviour) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;from friends, Messiah could not shake a deeper feeling that kept rising to the surface: He loved these guys to the nth degree! John must have been a keen observer for it was he that wrote the amazing words found in his gospel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Having loved His own which were in the world, He loved them to the end…" (13:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the utmost. To the max. The nth degree. Can you imagine? With all that was churning in His fragile psyche&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(human soul) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on that night, He was most concerned for His men. He, the Passover Lamb, slotted for execution, the just for the unjust, innocent blood, unblemished&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lacking faults)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nature. What was on His mind? Would these men know how much I loved them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He not only taught the "second mile", He was the Second Mile! Check that: He was the nth mile! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go the second mile and you will still be eternally behind the Christ you follow!&lt;br /&gt;No way you can outlive, outlove, outgive and outserve this One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Not a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is well documented in scripture. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus rose from the supper, took a towel and basin and washed each of the disciples' feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even wicked Judas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each splash of water resounded with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every wipe of the towel on newly bathed feet carried with it the proclamation, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"I forgive you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As he restored the sandals to their rightful owners, His unspoken word was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"I will never leave you, nor forsake you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He showed us how, in this tender example and supremest of illustrations, that no matter how bad things may be for us, we can still take time to serve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also demonstrated that when evil is present, our love can overshadow the wickedest of situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nd lastly (this is challenging, I know), there is no ministry so low and degrading when the Father calls us to rise from our place and serve— even the most undeserving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by, who says we aren't the most undeserving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[pasturescott.blogspot.com]&lt;br /&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/6370815475199340456-6009845797784073096?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/6009845797784073096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=6009845797784073096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/6009845797784073096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/6009845797784073096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/05/nth-degree-passover-meditation.html' title='The nth Degree : A Passover Meditation (reflection)'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SCRHrMChSXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/toU0irm6NNk/s72-c/Dusk_by_AndyMumford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-8659020846138280777</id><published>2008-05-07T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:42:23.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prodigal Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SCFdMppbfOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KdMF0RJQfuk/s1600-h/Avant_Garde_by_p_h_o_e_n_y_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SCFdMppbfOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KdMF0RJQfuk/s320/Avant_Garde_by_p_h_o_e_n_y_x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197537916881698018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      Not Qetsatsah        &lt;/h3&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;For such effrontery &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(shameless boldness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he should have been slapped and shown the door. The unmitigated&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (not lessened) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gall&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (shameless boldness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Such gumption &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aggresiveness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rich&lt;/span&gt; kid, wanting to see the world, asked for, nay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and not only so but)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;, demanded his share of the family fortune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;His slice of the pie. His cut of the cake. Trouble was, that was not the way things were done in his culture. To ask for an inheritance while the patriarch&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (the male head of a family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was still alive was tantamount&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(equivalent) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to wishing him dead. It was unthinkable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So begins the age-old story of the prodigal&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (wasteful) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;son as told by the Master storyteller Himself. From its very outset &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(start) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jesus had hooked His audience and they were sitting on the edge of their seats to hear what this good Jewish father–whoever he was–would do in response to such an insolent&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(disrespectful) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lad&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What He said next must have raised the ire&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(intense anger) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;meter in the room to mercurial levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father gave the son what he wanted, not what he deserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was entitled to a third of the family estate and this enigmatic &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mysterious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; father, who should have disowned the ingrate&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (ungrateful person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the spot, signed over the deed to him. Not wasting any time, the boy sold the land and left kindred&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (kin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and kind for the gaming tables, lusty vixens&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (female fox) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and great lights of Vanity Fair. As the father grieved over the son of his loins&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(reproductive organs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final sounds of his son's presence in the home were the harsh slamming of the door and the plaintive song of heavy coins clinking and slapping in all the degenerate's pockets as the prodigal disappeared over the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands curled into fists and casual breathing turned into snorts of disapproval as the listeners got caught up in the story. Who is this kid, they thought. Let's drag him outside the city wall and rock him to sleep! To add insult to injured egos, the story takes a pathetic twist. The son, it turns out, blew his fortune while he was away in a presumably&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (probably)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gentile&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(christian) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;district. Far from home, friendless and penniless now, the kid looks for employment. Anywhere. Anything. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As Jesus spills this refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (saying something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, you can just imagine the smugness that begins to loosen their strained expressions and censuring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (strong expression of disapproval)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; smiles curving on the faces of this elitist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (pride in belonging to a certain group) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gaggle of Pharisees. &lt;/span&gt;Serves the punk right. Okay, now we're gonna hear about some justice, you just wait and see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qetsatsah!&lt;/em&gt;  Oh yes, the very thought of it rallied the room!  Surely the boy had to undergo the painful lesson of &lt;em&gt;qetsatsah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' time, there was a law on the books that stated if any Jew were to sell any part of Jewish land to a gentile, said person would experience a ceremony in which they would be banned and cut off from their people. Exiled with no contact with their kith or kin ever again! In a sense, that's what this kid had done. He had taken the money from the sale of his section of land and hawked it all in gentile dives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the whispers of qetsatsah sliced through the gathering like flashes from a harvester's scythe &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(curving blade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; they pictured it all in their greedy little minds. &lt;/span&gt;An angry village, headlined by the shamed father, meet the boy at the town limits with a jar of burned nuts and corn in hand. The jar or jars are smashed at his feet with shouts of "You are no longer accepted! You are cut off from your family and your people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These PhD's of law were licking their chops, expecting the story to climax and end on this point. But were they in for a surprise! The father in the story, hero rather than victim, defied&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(resisted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all convention&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(meeting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with his outlandish&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (freakishly strange) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;behavior. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He gave the son what he wanted not what he deserved and then he waited longingly for his son to return home! &lt;/span&gt;Then, when the son does gather his wits and turns toward the porch light of mercy (actually, he thought it would be the humiliation of qetsatsah) what does he see come flying toward him on two feet but a rejoicing father who falls on his neck and kisses the skin off his face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son expected retribution &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(punishment),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but the father wanted reconciliation. This unconventional father who bit his lip when the son demanded the unthinkable. This eccentric Dad who waited and watched toward the horizon for the puff of dust he hoped would be a returning son, day after blessed day when he should have bid him riddance. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This unflappable father who raced an angry village on unsteady legs, running for all he was worth, beating a path to his astonished son, making dead sure that the boy's first sights and sounds of home would be the joyous sobs and relieved cries of a father who wouldn't let the memory of his son fade, rather than bear him facing a hostile crowd, smashed jars of hateful harvest at his feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, I deserve &lt;em&gt;qetsatsah&lt;/em&gt;…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, my son.  Not &lt;em&gt;qetsatsah&lt;/em&gt;.  Smell the prize beef, my lad, the best of the herd!  Here is my robe…my ring…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Dad, what I did…you just don't know all I've–"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What you did, son, was come home. It was my love that drew you back. You may have left our home, but you never left my sight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I owe you, father. Make me one of your slaves! Work me double and triple-shifts. Seven days a week! I will work the rest of my life kissing your feet and the ground you walk upon to repay what I've taken from you–and the shame I've caused…oh, dear God, the shame…!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nonsense! You could never repay me and I would never ask you to, my son. I am rich already with the return of my child! Come, let us celebrate…the wasted years have been redeemed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my imagining, I see Jesus stopping here and eyeing his audience. Do you see it, His eyes plead. Do you? Can you see yourselves as the insolent lad…? Oh, how I wish you could…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?  Okayyyyy…well then (ahem), let me move on to the next act of the drama…let's talk about the other brother…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pasturescott.blogspot.com]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-8659020846138280777?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/8659020846138280777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=8659020846138280777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/8659020846138280777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/8659020846138280777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/05/prodigal-son.html' title='The Prodigal Son'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SCFdMppbfOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KdMF0RJQfuk/s72-c/Avant_Garde_by_p_h_o_e_n_y_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-6422564895346339937</id><published>2008-05-05T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:46:32.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonders of names in Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;–           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt;–&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;              Appointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enosh&lt;/span&gt;–           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;–           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahalalel&lt;/span&gt;–&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;   The blessed God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt;–&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;            Shall come down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enoch&lt;/span&gt;–&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;           Teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Methuselah&lt;/span&gt;–&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;His death shall bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamech&lt;/span&gt;–&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;       The despairing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;–            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still need a hint? Okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The names, put together, tell the story of stories. Let's write it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Man [was] appointed mortal sorrow but the Blessed God shall come down teaching and His death shall bring the despairing [His] Rest." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story of stories, to be sure. And that's not all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it wonderful that he put YOUR name in His story? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-6422564895346339937?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/6422564895346339937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=6422564895346339937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/6422564895346339937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/6422564895346339937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonders-of-names-in-bible.html' title='The wonders of names in Bible'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-5882199637746410609</id><published>2008-05-04T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T04:49:57.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visitation of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SB2io5pbfNI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2LGsPuM2f1U/s1600-h/Beauty_of_the_morning_forest_by_tiposrichie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SB2io5pbfNI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2LGsPuM2f1U/s320/Beauty_of_the_morning_forest_by_tiposrichie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196488368608476370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men…" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(Titus 2:11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Graham and I talked through it together afterward.&lt;br /&gt;He asked&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;if people can truly be possessed with the devil by making covenants with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;are such covenants permanent?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the story of the demoniac that greeted our Savior at the dark end of the Sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep gashes and oozing wounds covered this shell of a man who no doubt was emaciated by the host of demons that sucked the life from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We are legion(very great in number)," &lt;/span&gt;an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;otherworldly voice &lt;/span&gt;piped through the pitiful creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Messiah ordered the host of demons out of the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, a legion of soldiers in the Roman army (the occupying force in Palestine in that day) consisted of 6000 men!&lt;br /&gt;No doubt for this man to have hosted such a plague of evil, covenants and agreements had to be made,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;but with a word from Christ, the destructive force pillaging the man's spirit was sent packing and he became a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day (verily, in the same HOUR!) that this man was howling in a cemetary and cursing God, the tables were turned upright and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"…the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; former &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;demoniac begged Him (Jesus) that he might be with Him." (Mark 5:18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch that? "Former" demoniac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Grace in living Flesh visited his lair, the liar was dispelled and the Son of Life moved in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a glorious visitation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point Graham and I uncovered was simply that, yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;covenants may be made with the enemy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT they do not have to be permanent when Grace draws nigh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son said, "I wish I lived in Jesus' day…" and when I asked why, he adroitly responded, "so that I could see Him do cool stuff so I can always believe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explaining that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;miracles were not designed to make us believe but to prove the deity of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Graham that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;there were&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;CROWDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of people who witnessed His miracles and yet walked away from Jesus, shaking their heads with disdain (see John 6:26; 12:37).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No, dear son, we do not believe through the means of natural sight but by the word of Christ that visits our heart. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Faith comes by HEARING and hearing by the Word of God…" (Rom. 10:17).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing, not seeing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God says. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We do not believe by what our sight translates for us naturally but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;by what God speaks into our heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we activate that through the faith that is given to us by God.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham sat on the edge of the couch considering this for a few moments, then he left the room, muttering the words, "but that's so hard…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the pangs of youth! Who need to see, touch, feel and handle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[pasturescott.blogspot.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6370815475199340456-5882199637746410609?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/5882199637746410609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=5882199637746410609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/5882199637746410609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/5882199637746410609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/05/visitation-of-grace.html' title='The Visitation of Grace'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SB2io5pbfNI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2LGsPuM2f1U/s72-c/Beauty_of_the_morning_forest_by_tiposrichie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-1463936263415316851</id><published>2008-05-01T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:03:50.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying the Price</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s : I stumbled upon this pastor's blog one day and i decided to read his every posts starting from his May 2006 posts. Hope that these posts can help me in my walk with Jesus Christ! There's just so many to know about which I didn't realise or know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SBm_fZpbfMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/lnMyffpRSdQ/s1600-h/I_Surrender_by_SnowHunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SBm_fZpbfMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/lnMyffpRSdQ/s320/I_Surrender_by_SnowHunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195394191330081986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Paying the Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lord came to Adam and told him that he was going to create another human being for companionship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She will be female and beautiful, the most gorgeous creature your eyes have ever seen,” the Lord explained. “She will meet you at the door with a kiss when you come home from work and will have a cold beverage in hand for your refreshment.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam leaned in, getting more interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord continued, “And that’s not all. She will have the sweetest scent and will guide you to your chair where she will give you your newspaper and massage your achy feet. Then she will call you to a table where she has prepared all your favorite foods—every single night of your life!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Wonderful!”&lt;/span&gt; Adam exclaimed, jumping to his feet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“but what will all this cost me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“An arm and a leg,”&lt;/span&gt; the Lord replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam thought for a moment then asked, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“What could I get for a rib?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That apocryphal(being questionable) story underlines a malady(any disease of the body) that many of us live with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We just aren’t willing to pay the price for God’s best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We often settle for the good when the Lord is holding out His very best with an invitation to anyone who dares come after it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moses forsook Egypt and all its treasures that he might become a Friend of God. &lt;/span&gt;Rather than staying at the base of the mountain with the congregation, he dared climb all the way to the top and disappeared within the fire and smoke. The Lord invited him and he came and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That’s paying the price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently I was pouting to the Lord about why I didn’t have certain “abilities” in ministry like some others and I heard His loving yet firm reply: “Because they pay the price and you don’t.” Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Abandon your nets and I will make you fishers of men, He tells us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take up your cross daily and follow me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sell all you have and you will have treasure in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love not the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Paying the price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How far will you go for the Savior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for my high school’s varsity football team my junior year and the first day of practice the coach instructed everyone seeking a skill position to run thirty laps around the track. He told the rest to run fifteen. Now, I was a strong runner with powerful legs along with some illusive moves that could have benefited the backfield, but I chose to run the fifteen laps because it was a hot August morning and I hated to run! I spent my high school career on the line instead of in the backfield because I wasn’t willing to pay the price. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with playing on the line, but there is if you are made for the backfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; the apostle paid the price. He left nothing on the field. In some ways, he is the Moses of the New Testament for he forsook prominence in the world for the preeminence of Christ and became God’s messenger of a new covenant. Through shipwrecks, beatings, imprisonments, persecutions and ultimately martyrdom, he was spent for the cause Christ called him to. He said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; “I will gladly spend and be spent for you…” (2 Cor.12:15).&lt;/span&gt; He would not be deterred with namby-pamby half-heartedness but gave every last drop of his existence for the Lord and His church. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That’s the meaning of the word “spend” in that verse: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be drained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul let God squeeze every single ounce out of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I call the ‘currency of the committed’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my life, Lord;&lt;br /&gt;take it and spend it as you wish&lt;br /&gt;for it is not mine to decide where or how or how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but my whole life is a tithe to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Use me, spend me, drain me…for your glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not too much to ask of us, is it?&lt;br /&gt;May we be known as those who are willing&lt;br /&gt;to pay the price for the One&lt;br /&gt;who spent an eternal sum to capture us for His pleasure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if it costs us an arm and a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;credit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[http://pasturescott.blogspot.com]&lt;/span&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/6370815475199340456-1463936263415316851?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/1463936263415316851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=1463936263415316851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/1463936263415316851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/1463936263415316851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/05/paying-price.html' title='Paying the Price'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/SBm_fZpbfMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/lnMyffpRSdQ/s72-c/I_Surrender_by_SnowHunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-5564886478544545604</id><published>2008-04-02T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T07:25:07.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/R_eLn5li1YI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ABVlGY64sRE/s1600-h/_____Petite_Fee______by_poupee_schizo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/R_eLn5li1YI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ABVlGY64sRE/s320/_____Petite_Fee______by_poupee_schizo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185767013529867650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;BEING HURT&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;    &lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt; by Dr. R.L. Shaw&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"  align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman" align="left"&gt;        &lt;b&gt;People often ask the question, "What do you do when    you are hurt by a church member? Why did they hurt me? Will I ever stop being    hurt?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Hurt. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What is hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        We get hurt in the world and get over it. We get hurt    in the church and expect it not to happen. Why? Who comes to church. Who    sings in the choir? Who ushers on the usher board. People who have come from    the world.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we think that people who go to church are perfect? They    are striving for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, hurt is a part of life, not just    the Christian life.&lt;br /&gt;Remember what Paul went through &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(2 Corinthians 4:8-12;    6:4-6)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus is our greatest example of hurt in the church (Isaiah    53:3-5).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Is there supposed to be no hurt? What about the Pastor?    Does he ever get hurt? What about the dedicated Pastor who preaches Sunday    after Sunday and continues to see people doing the opposite of what he's    preaching. Does that hurt?&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when any parent wants the best for his    child and doesn't see it manifest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" face="times new roman" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does that mean he or she should stop    preaching?&lt;br /&gt;No, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;it means he must function past the hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hurt is a part of    life, but we must learn how to take advantage of the hurt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is some    lesson to be learned in every hurt we encounter. There are some lessons we    would never even acknowledge without going through certain things that demand    us to acknowledge them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;We learn what we want and we learn what we don't    want in the midst of hurt. &lt;/span&gt;We learn what is right and we learn what is wrong    in the midst of our hurt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we are blind and deaf until hurt knocks    on our door and all of a sudden we wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="times new roman" style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurt is an alarm clock that in    many cases brings us back to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must learn how to benefit from the    hurt. We, most of all, must function past the hurt. The last time you were    hurt, did you feel like you would never get over it? But guess what? You    did. The last time you were hurt, did you feel like the hurt would never    end? But guess what? It did.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        We must teach people how to get over hurts because hurts    are a part of life, whether it's with a friend, relative or in a relationship.    The hurts that we go through try to prevent us from being able to function    effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hurt is one of the number one killers of effectiveness, because    it controls the correct functioning of the emotions, which perverts ones    thinking process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We think about all the wrong things when we are hurt, because    we allow the hurt to wreck our emotions. Hurts cause us to say things that    we shouldn't say. Hurts cause us to do things that we shouldn't do. Hurts    cause to react in ways that we regret later. All of this is because our emotions    have been affected and infected. We must learn how to not let the hurt penetrate    and permeate our souls. Anything that controls your emotions, at that time,    controls your thought process. The worst decisions were made during times    of hurt - decisions that we sometimes spend the rest of our lives trying    to correct. Yes, hurt is real and it's real in the church.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;        Sometimes God even allows the hurts to come in our lives    to see where our commitment lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; For instance, if God calls you to a church,    and because you get hurt you leave. Did God change his mind about the call?    No. Every hurt that transpires in the church, is not intentional. Mainly    because everybody, and I do mean everybody, is growing and developing into    what is ordained for them to become (predestined and preordained).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Our focus    must not be on the hurt, but what the hurt does for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Galations 5:22-23]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-29169" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, &lt;span id="en-NIV-29170" class="sup"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and talk about the fruit of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;But in actuality    the fruit of the spirit is not manifest in ones life without a negative    experience first.&lt;/span&gt; Look at hurt as something that if you respond to it incorrectly    it will become a barrier on the road that you are traveling on. All of us    are traveling on a road that is leading to our destiny. But there are things    that happen that try to get us out of our lane. Only what is destined for    you can be achieved by remaining on your road. This is why our focus must    not be on the hurt, but what the hurt does for you. What we fail to realize    is that so many things we never really appreciate until we experience the    opposite reaction. We appreciate people that are time conscious after meeting    people who are late all the time. We appreciate being up after we experience    being down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;        Everyone gets over hurt if they continue to move on.    What hinders is when you stop in the hurt and meditate on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is why    the Word tells us what to meditate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Phil. 4:8)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess if we    compare ourselves to Christ, we have nothing to complain about. We should    almost say, "Bring it on." Because it's coming any way.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;     It is impossible to keep moving forward if you meditate    on your hurt. Whatever you meditate is the determining factor for what you    will do or say next. Hurt usually amplifies itself in our thought process    because of our own meditation. We make the mole hills become mountains, even    when they are not. Hurt is a process to go through; an experience to get    over. It's not a stopping point. It's not a period, but a comma.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;        The next time you are hurt, first stop and ask yourself,    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What could the person who hurt you possibly be going through that caused    them to do whatever they did?&lt;br /&gt;People, in many cases, hurt others because    they are hurt.&lt;br /&gt;If you are hurt in a relationship, you must realize what they    are missing out on that is causing them to act the way they are acting.&lt;br /&gt;The    next time you are hurt, ask yourself, "What problem do they have?"&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself    "Is this situation or person important enough to destroy me emotionally?"  &lt;br /&gt;When anything can stop you and cause you to alter your personality, that    thing has become too important.&lt;br /&gt;The next time you get hurt, say to yourself    not why did it happen, but "I'm getting over this."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-5564886478544545604?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/5564886478544545604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=5564886478544545604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/5564886478544545604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/5564886478544545604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-hurt.html' title='Being Hurt'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/R_eLn5li1YI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ABVlGY64sRE/s72-c/_____Petite_Fee______by_poupee_schizo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370815475199340456.post-8576198408033368291</id><published>2008-03-31T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:02:52.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/R_D8r5li1XI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oUKHnUXQHew/s1600-h/Silence_by_Solkku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/R_D8r5li1XI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oUKHnUXQHew/s320/Silence_by_Solkku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183921002226308466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being silent in the presence of God (and others) in order to hear what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I tend to say that 'the Lord is not speaking to me', but i refuse to stop and listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe when I am silent before God, its when I can receive His love. Because I am doing nothing or expecting nothing, it is easy to receive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being silent is a discipline that God's been teaching. There are a lot of noise from normal noise to virtual noise. There are a lot of aspects to the practice of silence!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;If we learn the secret of carrying a living silence in the center of our being,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;we can listen (to God) on the run. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The listening silence can become intertwined with all our inward prayers. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;A few moments of relaxed silence, alone, everyday are desperately important &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Thomas Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is a needed ingredient of our lives if we hope to deepen our intimacy with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Psalm 46:10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still and know I am God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;[Isaiah 30:15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;[Exodus 14:14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We long for silence and yet we are afraid of silence. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;For when the outer world is quiet, we begin to hear our inner noise. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Our heads are filled with chatter; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;in the silence we begin to realize that we are everywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;- J. Vennard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The noise of our world has become a way of separating us from ourselves and from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continual noise does not let us hear what is going on deep within.&lt;br /&gt;As a result &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we live unexamined lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We live lives where there is no depth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about these questions and explore with God your attitude toward silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of being silent what feelings, thoughts, images arise within you?&lt;br /&gt;What has been your experience of silence as a child, adolescent, adult?&lt;br /&gt;How do you use silence with others?&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever used his or her silence to punish you? What was that like for you?&lt;br /&gt;When has silence deepened a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;How does being silent in a group affect you?&lt;br /&gt;Was there ever a time in your life when you experience silence as a gift…what was that like? What were the positive results that came from that time?&lt;br /&gt;Do you long for more silence (be honest with yourself)?&lt;br /&gt;If not, why are you resistant to silence?&lt;br /&gt;What frightens you about being silent with yourself…being silent with God?&lt;br /&gt;If so, where and when do you long for more silence in your life?&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference for you between silence alone and silence in a group?&lt;br /&gt;What can be the benefits of being silent with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Silence is difficult for most people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It can make us feel helpless, fearful, and vulnerable. We rely on words to manage, control, manipulate and protect, and in silence that is all taken away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we make room for silence we make rooms for ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Silence invites the unknown, the untamed, the wild, the shy, the unfathomable –&lt;br /&gt;that which rarely has a chance to surface within us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Gunilla Norris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Your internal silence will be a place of peace, a place of being with God and yourself…a place where you experience the grace, mercy, faithfulness, compassion and power of God in a personally transforming way no matter what may surround you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence helps to&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; create an empty space in your busy life for God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;prepares you to hear the words of God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thus silence is not the end but a vehicle for paying attention to God.&lt;br /&gt;It calls you to be present in the moment…to show up and place yourself in the way of God. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;God is always present but you are not always present to God…silence enables you to be present to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is so hard to be silent, silent with my mouth, but even more, silent with my heart&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much talking going on within me.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I am always involved in inner debates with my friends, my enemies, my supporters, my opponents my colleagues, my rivals, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;But this inner debate reveals how far my heart is from You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Henri Nouwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Psalm 37 :7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;[Psalm46:10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still and know I am God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;True silence is the rest of the mind;&lt;br /&gt;it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;- William Penn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;( Source from www.abidinginthevine.com )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370815475199340456-8576198408033368291?l=burst-in-joy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/feeds/8576198408033368291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370815475199340456&amp;postID=8576198408033368291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/8576198408033368291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370815475199340456/posts/default/8576198408033368291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burst-in-joy.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>~~yeethong~~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336954555441674759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O4Xl9z8ujyg/R_D8r5li1XI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oUKHnUXQHew/s72-c/Silence_by_Solkku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
