<?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-5391686384215009796</id><updated>2012-03-19T11:47:17.135-07:00</updated><category term='overview'/><category term='Prepared'/><category term='the poor'/><category term='SOCIAL SECURITY'/><category term='greg'/><category term='class warefare'/><category term='writer'/><category term='ewert'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Emergency'/><category term='video'/><category term='Greg Ewert Jesus Face Book'/><category term='change'/><category term='Dancer'/><category term='eugene'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Piercy'/><title type='text'>Gregers Place</title><subtitle type='html'>Our lives begin to end
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MLK</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregersplace2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391686384215009796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregersplace2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02199212867529476320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E2nVqV7SvA/Sp7eOnlY9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7f4Z-EnARR4/S220/100_0367.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391686384215009796.post-1418492641089060263</id><published>2012-03-19T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T11:47:17.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Ewert Jesus Face Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the poor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ewert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer'/><title type='text'>Serve Where You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Greg Ewert – March 19, 2012&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I cannot count how many times I’ve written and spoke on this subject. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We are all called into service, but not all of us are called into the fulltime five fold ministries.&amp;nbsp; You would be surprised, at how much you do for God, walking the kids to the bus stop; singing those little worship choruses, as you load the dishwasher; taking that walk in the park.&amp;nbsp; You would be amazed at how much you change, by moving from point A.. to point B.&amp;nbsp; And on the job.. Whoa!&amp;nbsp; if you could see into the spirit realm, you would be shocked at what God is using your presents to do. I hope you enjoy the devotional I placed after this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Thank You For Visiting my blog… Greg&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;This Portion is Reprinted With Permission – &lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was my Morning devotional, I felt compelled to share it with you. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fallacy of Full-Time Christian Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGIF Today God Is First Volume 1 by Os Hillman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Monday, March 19 2012  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving."&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;br&gt;Colossians 3:23-24 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"I didn't know you were in full-time Christian work," said my close friend as we were driving. "I didn't realize that," she went on. I responded, "Every person who has followed the will of God in their life is in full-time Christian work." God calls some to the mission field, others to be accountants, and others to be advertising executives, and still others to be construction workers. God never made a distinction between sacred and secular. In fact, the Hebrew word avodah is the root word having the same meaning of "work" and "worship." God sees our work as worship. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We have incorrectly elevated the role of the Christian worker to be more holy and committed than the person who is serving in a more secular environment. Yet the call to the secular workplace is as important as any other calling. God has to have His people in every sphere of life. Otherwise, many would never come to know Him because they would be separated from society. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I learned this lesson personally when I sought to go into "full-time" service as a pastor in my late twenties, only to have God thrust me back into the business world unwillingly. This turned out to be the best thing He could have done for me, because it was never His will for me to be a pastor. He knew I was more suited for the workplace. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We are all in missions. Some are called to foreign lands. Some are called to the jungles of the workplace. Wherever you are called, serve the Lord in that place. Let Him demonstrate His power through your life so that others might experience Him through you today and see your vocation as worship to His glory.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Thank You !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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If your answer is yes, I relate to your feelings entirely. There was a time in my life when I felt very inferior to everyone else, even though I had no reason to feel this way. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because I was sick for a prolonged period of time when I was in junior high school, I missed a great deal of school. I especially felt the pain of this loss when it came to the subject of mathematics. As a result, I missed all the essential elements of mathematics that my fellow students were learning. When I finally returned to school, I was far behind everyone else. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I started my first algebra class in junior high school, my teacher ridiculed me for not understanding the basic elements of mathematics that everyone else in class seemed to understand. I tried to explain my situation, but she responded by calling me "Stupid." In fact, every day when she called the roll, instead of calling my name, she'd say, "Stupid Renner," and I'd always answer, "Here, Ma'am." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My teacher's words negatively affected my self-image when I was a young junior high student. Other students laughed at me and thought it was funny to call me "Stupid." Outside of class, they started to call me by the same name until, finally, the word "stupid" became my nickname that many of the kids used that school year when they spoke to me. Everywhere I turned at school, people yelled out, "&lt;i&gt;Stupid...hey, Stupid&lt;/i&gt;!" I allowed this petty name-calling to create feelings of inferiority in my life that affected me for several years. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyone remembers feeling unwanted and rejected at some time or another in his or her life. Some people recover from these experiences; however, the devil has used memories of rejection to keep others in an emotional prison for the rest of their lives. These are the people who never feel wanted and accepted, nor do they feel like they can measure up to other people. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It could be that I'm describing something you have experienced in the past. Perhaps it is a recent event that is still very fresh in your memory. &lt;br&gt;Personally, I am thankful that what happened to me had no long-term effect on my life; in fact, today I even laugh about it. However, I know many people who were devastated by rejection at some point in their lives and never recovered from it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've had many other opportunities to feel rejected since my junior high years. For instance, after my family and I moved to the former Soviet Union in 1991, we poured our whole lives into this land. We invested our monies, energies, and nearly every ounce of our strength into establishing churches, broadcasting the Word on television, and enriching the lives of the people in this region of the world. But time and again I've been shocked by the editorials and newspaper articles that accuse me and our ministry of being criminals, cult leaders, a dangerous sect, and so on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Regardless of who we are, we all deal with these issues from time to time. Therefore, it is essential that you and I make a decision about how we are going to react when something occurs that makes us feel &lt;i&gt;unwanted, abandoned&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;rejected&lt;/i&gt;. Personally, I have always turned to First Corinthians 1:28 when I've felt tossed aside by friends, by the world, or even by the Church. This scripture has always been a source of strength to me, for it says, "And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When Paul wrote that verse, he was writing to the Corinthian believers, who were being ostracized and deemed &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt; by the unbelieving community in the city of Corinth. The unbelieving citizens didn't understand the Christian faith. But instead of trying to understand, they just decided that Christians were stupid and out of touch with society. In fact, their disdain for Christians was so intense that Paul said they "despised" the Corinthian church. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The word "despised" is the Greek word &lt;i&gt;exoutheneo&lt;/i&gt;. This Greek word means &lt;i&gt;to make light of, to despise, to treat with contempt, to disregard, and to neglect&lt;/i&gt;. It pictures &lt;i&gt;someone low and detestable whom others perceive as hideous, disgusting, despicable and nauseating&lt;/i&gt;. In fact, this word describes a person who is such an outcast and so low in other people's opinions that they don't even consider him worth recognition. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People just want to shut their eyes and pretend this person isn't there - to ignore him and to go their own way. But notice the end of the above verse: It boldly announces that the people whom the world rejects are the very ones whom God has chosen! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;First Corinthians 1:28 could be translated:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"God has picked out people who are laughable, and through them He is confounding those who think they are high and mighty. Low-class, second-rate, common, average, run-of-the mill people - those so low that the world doesn't even think they're worth the time of day - these are the ones whom God has chosen." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you noticed that the lost and unbelieving world still tries to ignore believers and pretend they're not there? This is nothing new. In the verse above, the Greek tense indicates that the lost world's terrible opinion of Christians will continue to prevail. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In First John 5:19, the Bible explains why the world refuses to acknowledge those of us who are believers: "&lt;i&gt;The whole world lieth in wickedness&lt;/i&gt;." As long as the world lies in the grip of wickedness, we may as well accept the fact that the unbelieving world will mock and make fun of us, no matter what we do to try to change their opinion. &lt;i&gt;It's just the way a lost world is going to act&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rather than let other people affect your self-image and confidence, you need to know who you are in Jesus Christ and hold your head up high. You have no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed. From the beginning of time, the lost world has ridiculed, made fun of, sarcastically accused, and debased the people of God. &lt;i&gt;There is nothing new about this at all&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The devil may try to use your friends, your family, your business associates, or your school teachers to make fun of you and drag you down, but you don't have to let the devil's plan work against you. In times like these, remember that Jesus was also "despised and rejected of men" (Isaiah 53:3). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are in good company with Jesus!&lt;/i&gt; So if the world makes light of you or treats you with contempt - if it disregards, neglects, and overlooks you - take heart! &lt;i&gt;You are exactly the kind of person God wants to use!&lt;/i&gt; He has big plans to use you as a demonstration of His almighty power to your friends, to your family, to your business associates, and to the unbelieving world! &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" border="0" src="http://ih.constantcontact.com/fs038/1100589326261/img/740.jpg" width="430" height="63"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="LETTER.BLOCK12"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Lord, I am so thankful that You chose me! Even though the devil has tried to use people to tell me that I would never be worth anything, You wanted me and sought me out until I finally heard Your voice and surrendered to Your call. I am so grateful that the opinion of the world about me wasn't true. I'm so glad that You pursued me with such a mighty love and that You refused to give up on me. What else can I say to express my heart to You? I can only say, "Thank You, Jesus!"&lt;br&gt;I pray this in Jesus' name!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Renner Ministries | PO Box 702040 | Tulsa | OK | 74170&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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Being prepared isn't about the destructive power of an earthquake, flood, tsunami, or tornado; alone. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Being prepared isn't about a giant emergency, its about a sudden unexpected loss of services (electricity, communications, medical, food, transportation ect..) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its about you and your neighbors being prepared to face the unexpected; things that will affect everyone on your street, building, or cul-de-sac. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is especially true if you live in a community of people on fixed incomes. One persons hardship can quickly become a community event... one can quickly become two, three, four... and so on. Networking and Sharing are the keys to peace of mind. Sadly, some actually think that their landlord will come to their rescue. They are so institutionalized, and dependent on the housing authority and social services, that they have lost the ability to think and/or plan on their own. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their landlords are under no obligation to help them in any way, and their landlords have no plans to assist them in organizing for a disaster or helping them afterwards; I know because I asked them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;When preparing, it is a lot easier to not think about a particular natural disaster. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard these words; "Oh sure, I remember Y2K and its all a bunch of hysteria and propaganda". But we have seen the devastation of the mighty hurricanes and tsunamis over the last decade. We have witnessed, for ourselves, the heartache and even death, brought on by those who were not prepared, and thought Uncle Sam or Big Brother was coming to the rescue. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before Hurricane Katrina, we were told that the mighty FEMA or our military would come to our rescue. We seen it in movies, all over the Internet, and in the news. After Hurricane Katrina, we were told that you need to learn to survive on your own for up to three days. But even that is a stretch. In most cases, federal emergency responders will not arrive for weeks. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In places like the Pacific Northwest, Oregon and Washington, you can't go anywhere without crossing a bridge. And a moderate earthquake will make 90% of the bridges in the Pacific Northwest impassible. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In researching this subject, I asked a lot of people in low income housing, how they were prepared in case of a natural disaster in Oregon. All but a few said they were going to go to a relatives. So I asked them, how many bridges do you cross getting to your relatives? almost everyone had to cross at least three bridges to get to where they think they will be safe. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Odds are, those bridges will not be there after an earthquake. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some of the people I talk to are pretty well-to-do. What will you do after a big earthquake and how have you prepared. I was amazed at how many have property up in the mountains that were fully stocked and ready for an emergency. Yet they had done little to nothing to prepare to stay where they are. I asked him the same question, how many bridges will you have to cross to get up to your cabin, and how many big trees are along the road? Not a single one of them had thought of that. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I questioned local emergency responders about what they were going to be doing after a big earthquake, every single one of them responded with... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I already have a place picked out, where I will take me, my family and my gun, until the chaos is over". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;When planning and preparing, it is best to do so as a community, a neighborhood. &lt;strong&gt;You will be the first responder in your community, and your community will be your first responder.&lt;/strong&gt; As we look at the natural disasters of the last few years, here in the United States; we always hear, my neighbor had to dig me out of my house, apartment, or grocery store. It was always, hours, days, or even a week before emergency responders arrived. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now you consider the amount of damage that will be done over three states, Oregon Washington and California, the responders will be spread really thin. The smaller communities may never see, FEMA or the military come rolling into their community. These people will be told where to go to find emergency help, it's not going to come to them; or you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Get to know your neighbors, and have a potluck.&amp;nbsp; Get to know each others skills, needs, what you have as a community. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank You All For Visiting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Greg Ewert&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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Here is where we establish our relationship with God. However, after years of milk and cookies, the sweeter things that draw us near to Him, we are expected to learn how to feed ourselves. We are expected to learn how to prepare a meal, set the table, and serve it to those around us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Then… There comes the day, when hiding and waiting for God to fight our battle, doesn’t work anymore.&amp;nbsp; There comes a day when we are expected to fight for what has been placed in our custody.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I meet people all the time that are being beaten by the Devils cohorts. They retreat to isolation, and they are even held captive, in the many prisons of our enemy. In our walk as believers we are expected, at some point, to grow up, to strap on the armor, and fight. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put on all of God's armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies and tricks of the Devil. {12} For we are not fighting against people made of flesh and blood, but against the evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against those mighty powers of darkness who rule this world, and against wicked spirits in the heavenly realms. {13} Use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy in the time of evil, so that after the battle you will still be standing firm. (Eph 6:11-13 NLT)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;No… God does not expect us to dive into the mix alone; not always.&amp;nbsp; There are those times we must stand, with our armor and battle face.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I had a dream, years ago:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I was standing on a big rock, overlooking some blank rolling hills of sand.&amp;nbsp; I was a Watchman… standing guard over a territory I was responsible for.&amp;nbsp; Every now and then, something would pop up over one of those little hills, and I would see a fiery dart heading in my direction.&amp;nbsp; Bang… Bang… Bang… those darts hit my shield; sometimes more than one or two at a time.&amp;nbsp; The enemy got really good at disguises, and would get pretty darn close before opening fire; POW! they hit my shield hard and yes, a few got by my shield. My armor saved me, but it hurt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;After a barrage of darts and arrows, I heard something new.&amp;nbsp; Like a storm off in the distance… a faint roar at first… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It got louder and louder.&amp;nbsp; I stood tall, up on my toes, looking out over the rolling hills.&amp;nbsp; With my eyes strained on the horizon, I caught a quick glimpse of something on fire and coming fast.&amp;nbsp; It was hugging the surface… disappearing behind the hills, only to pop up&amp;nbsp; again, as it got closer, and closer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Suddenly… there it was.&amp;nbsp; I could see it clearly.&amp;nbsp; It wasn’t a dart, an arrow, or a spear.&amp;nbsp; It was a missile, a rocket of some sort. I barely had a second to raise my shield when it hit.&amp;nbsp; The explosion was deafening, and there was fire and smoke; but I was still standing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;One by one… several more rockets hit.&amp;nbsp; They were not hitting my shield every-time. They were hitting the rock I was standing on as well. Then I noticed, just before the rockets hit, the sky filled with arrows. More and more of these arrows and darts were getting past the hills, the rock, and even my armor.&amp;nbsp; After a while I was on my knees, my shield was battered, burnt, and full of holes.&amp;nbsp; My armor was smoldering and I was in pain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The roar was louder than before and I couldn’t tell which direction it was coming from. I stood up, and scanned the horizon.  I spotted one, two, three… There were four rockets coming from four different directions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pulled my shield close and in the back of my mind I thought this was the end.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I closed my eyes and a few seconds later…&amp;nbsp; BOOM!… A giant cloud of fire, smoke, and fragments went everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Stunned, I realized I had not felt the impact.&amp;nbsp; I opened my eyes to see my friends, they were standing all around me, with their shields acting like a wall.&amp;nbsp; One by one they turned to me and winked.&amp;nbsp; As the rockets, exploded and air filled with arrows.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It was only a few minutes, but it seemed like hours, before silence and a cool breeze cleared the air.&amp;nbsp; Hurting, like I never thought possible, my friends tended my wounds.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I tried to keep this story short and have left out a lot of details. One lesson to be learned here is… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Well.. there might be more than one lesson here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greg Ewert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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Why!?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The chains, or prison, of Un-forgiveness can hold both people in bondage. By maintaining Un-forgiveness you could bind God’s hands; if that person is in someway a part of your life; and it will inhibit your prayers. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Look at (Matthew 6: 14-15): "For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.” &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;If You do not release your brothers trespasses, God cannot let go of yours. This takes us to Matthew 18:22-35. Notice that the forgiven servant did not forgive. Because he could not forgive and held another in bondage; in prison; he himself ended up in prison right beside him where he was tortured, until he had forgiven or paid his original debt. The only way he had to pay his debt was to forgive the man that he had not forgiven. The torturer or as some translate it, "the tormentors" are there to discipline us, or even as a punishment to turn us away from our Un-forgiveness. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This does not happen because our heavenly Father is a big bully waiting for His chance to club us. It happens because He loves us. He knows the destructive power of Un-forgiveness and seeks to remove this bondage as quickly as possible. The prison of Un-forgiveness is not a fun place to be; often referred to as Gods Wood Shed. You are constantly tormented by the thoughts of revenge or the uneasiness you must endure every time this person is present, either physically or in thought. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The destructive power of Un-forgiveness is greater than any other violation or sin known to either God or man. When you hold someone in this prison you hold them in bondage to the very thing you seek to see changed in them. You can pray until you are blue in the face and it will not do a bit of good (Mark 11:25). &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Forgiveness is An Action Word&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Be it forgiveness or Un-forgiveness, we are talking about an action word. While praying and seeking God’s wisdom before writing this, the Holy Spirit kept comparing forgiveness to love. Un-forgiveness is the exact opposite of love; practically its mirror image. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Forgiveness is a verb, in relation to one person forgiving another. It comes from the Greek word “hiemi” meaning to let go, suffer or yield up. A paraphrase would be to let go of or release the offense; or cancel the debt. So, to forgive someone would mean you are releasing them from bondage, thus releasing yourself from bondage, or prison. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Our heavenly Father forgives us "as" or after we have forgiven. After we have forgiven then He can deliver us from the evil one; the tormentor. Until we have forgiven, the tormentors have a legal right to torment us. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Love and Un-forgiveness can be compared to nuclear power. Nuclear power’s negative side would be a bomb. Take that same power and apply it positively and it warms homes and families. It supplies lighting and energy that can run many homes. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Love and Un-forgiveness are equal in power and strength. One can utterly destroy and the other can bring healing and warmth. Love can conquer and wipe away Un-forgiveness. Un-forgiveness can conquer and wipe away love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Inhibits Our Prayers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“And whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him, that your Father in heaven may also forgive you your trespasses." Mark 11:25 &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Here we see how and why our prayers are inhibited. Have you been standing in faith for something; and never seem to see any results? King David said it better than anyone has ever said it: "Search me, O God, and know my heart;...see if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting." (Ps. 139:23-24). &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Here we see the heart of David. "Search me..." Have you asked God to search your heart for what might be forgotten or misplaced Un-forgiveness? Could there be a wall between you and the very thing you have been praying for? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sometimes forgiving is harder than giving up your hand. You would much rather loose your dominant hand than forgive his person for what they have done to you. When it comes to an intimate relationships, the littlest things can hurt deep. The hurt goes so deep it strangles the life (love) out of you. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Forgiveness is not a feeling, It is a decision to write off a debt. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Does forgiving mean you have to trust this person? No it does not. Once trust is broken, it must first be repaired and then earned once again. Forgiving someone is very hard and sometimes begins with the willingness to be willing to forgive. Only God can take you to that point. He can help you reach the point of wanting to forgive, if you ask him. Forgiveness is washing his car... not wanting to run over him with it. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The tiniest acts of love can tear down that Un-forgiveness. Your smallest action of love might start with a little prayer for this person. A little "bless them Lord" pulls the tormentors whip back. Then one day you might wrap your arms around them in total love. God reaches down at this point and He personally removes the tormentors from your lives. The healing is well on its way. Now you can work on the trust again. Some get through this process faster than others. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Are you willing? To be willing? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;In Prison Over A Lie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Another point and one that has cropped up more and more is: &lt;em&gt;the person who holds onto Un-forgiveness towards another person for something that was never done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Are you in prison? Holding onto Un-forgiveness on the grounds of a story you made up to bring validity to your testimony or justification? Are there any stories like this in your life? Did you begin to believe the story yourself? Have you been imprisoned over false testimony; your own? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Exaggeration is all a part of the anger and hurt that goes along with separation and depression. Have you exaggerated; do you have anything that you need to make right, so you can enjoy freedom and peace of mind once again? Do you want to be free? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Repeat this little prayer: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Lord, please forgive my Un-forgiveness. &lt;br&gt;Help me to forgive and release me and (_________) &lt;br&gt;from the prison of Un-forgiveness. Bless (_________) &lt;br&gt;and open a door for me to show your love to (_________) &lt;br&gt;Thank You Lord for hearing my prayer. Amen. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Thank You For Visiting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Greg Ewert&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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I did not come to bring peace but a sword. For I have come to 'set a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law'; and 'a man's enemies will be those of his own household. He who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me. And he who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me. And he who does not take his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me." (Mat 10:34-38 NKJV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Earth, is a temporary situation. Even our scientists have proven, at least 4 extinction level events in human history. Does this mean we all head to the mountains and wait for the next event; to wipe out 95% of all humans on earth?&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Of course not !&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; That is just plain weird.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Throughout the bible we see how God warned His people, through dreams and the prophets, of upcoming disasters. His people were always told to prepare.&amp;nbsp; God could have waved his hand and &lt;em&gt;POOF!&lt;/em&gt; caused food to fall on his people, but that is not in Gods character on a national level.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;In Genesis 41 we see how God warned Egypt of a severe famine; and told them how to prepare for it.&amp;nbsp; The story of Joseph is one of my all time favorites.&amp;nbsp; And it is only one example of how God, through His Holy Sprit, warns His people of upcoming events that will seem devastating to us humans.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Being prepared is always in Gods plan; and it is His will for His people to be prepared. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I find it amazing how people are more concerned about their image, than they are about people.&amp;nbsp; I am referring to the “faith image”.&amp;nbsp; When it comes to being prepared for disasters or loss of services, I get the these words thrown at me on a regular basis: “ &lt;em&gt;Where is your faith brother”…&amp;nbsp; “what will people think of you and your walk in faith, going around telling people to prepare”.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; And the only ones to push me away and isolate me are… the christians.&amp;nbsp; Or those who go to church and call themselves Christians.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Jesus Followed up the words above with: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;He who receives a prophet in the name of a prophet shall receive a prophet's reward. And he who receives a righteous man in the name of a righteous man shall receive a righteous man's reward. And whoever gives one of these little ones only a cup of cold water in the name of a disciple, assuredly, I say to you, he shall by no means lose his reward. (Mat 10:41-42 NKJV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And for all you Lovie Dovie people getting your hate mail started.&amp;nbsp; When was the last time your preacher preached from Matthew 11.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Then He (Jesus) began to rebuke the cities in which most of His mighty works had been done, because they did not repent: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty works which were done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes. But I say to you, it will be more tolerable for Tyre and Sidon in the day of judgment than for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you, Capernaum, who are exalted to heaven, will be brought down to Hades; for if the mighty works which were done in you had been done in Sodom, it would have remained until this day. But I say to you that it shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom in the day of judgment than for you. (Mat 11:20-24 NKJV) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Now that didn’t sound to lovie dovie, did it? &lt;br&gt;Something to think about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Thank You for Joining me Here&lt;br&gt;Greg Ewert&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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It totaled 15% of your income before taxes. If you averaged only $30K over your working life, that's close to $220,500.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you calculate the future value of $4,500 per year (yours &amp;amp; your employer's contribution) at a simple 5% (less than what the govt. pays on the money that it borrows), after 49 years of working you'd have $892,919.98.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you took out only 3% per year, you'd receive $26,787.60 per year and it would last better than 30 years (until you're 95 if you retire at age 65) and that's with no interest paid on that final amount on deposit! If you bought an annuity and it paid 4% per year, you'd have a lifetime income of $2,976.40 per month.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The folks in Washington have pulled off a bigger Ponzi scheme than Bernie Madhoff ever had.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;ntitlement my ass, I paid cash for my social security insurance!!!! Just because they borrowed the money, doesn't make my benefits some kind of charity or handout!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Congressional benefits ---- free healthcare, outrageous retirement packages, 67 paid holidays, three weeks paid vacation, unlimited paid sick days, now that's welfare, and they have the nerve to call my social security retirement entitlements?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We're "broke" and can't help our own Seniors, Veterans, Orphans, Homeless&lt;br&gt;In the last months we have provided aid to Haiti, Chile, and Turkey.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And now Pakistan......home of bin Laden. Literally, BILLIONS of DOLLARS!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our retired seniors living on a 'fixed income' receive no aid nor do they get any breaks while our government and religious organizations pour Hundreds of Billions of $$$$$$'s and Tons of Food to Foreign Countries!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They call Social Security and Medicare an entitlement even though most of us have been paying for it all our working lives and now when it's time for us to collect, the government is running out of money. Why did the government borrow from it in the first place?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine if the *GOVERNMENT* gave 'US' the same support they give to other countries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#c0504d" size="6"&gt;Sad isn't it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;99% of people won't have the guts to forward this.&lt;br&gt;I'm one of the 1% -- I Just Did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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So much so, that I believe the more affluent just get pissed off and with-hold helping people they see in need.&amp;nbsp; I have personally witnessed this in many forms at so many levels.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Its just the way it is... some have, some have more, and some don't have much at all; when the social ladder is in play.&amp;nbsp; What’s the big deal ?&amp;nbsp; It is what it is, and there isn’t anything wrong with the way it is.&amp;nbsp; Some say its all about greed. I beg to differ.&amp;nbsp; I have sat at every level of society and from what I can see it is about power.&amp;nbsp; And power can be achieved at any level of society.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Most of the money, allocated to the safety net is spent on administration and pensions; not on food stamps or housing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The ones that do not have a whole lot, run into the wall of wannabes;&amp;nbsp; when they try to access the programs set up to help them become self sufficient, and make that self sufficiency sustainable. If they are not playing the game right, a power wannabe looses their file; or pushes the wrong button.&amp;nbsp; It would seem that, only a chosen few are allowed up and out of the net.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;If the ones that have, want to know where all that tax money is going, they need to look at those that are managing the social service safety net; not the people in it; or the people that need it.&amp;nbsp; They, the ones pouring money into the system, and/or complaining about how much it costs to keep the safety net open, need to check out both the governmental, and non-profit players in this game. I use the word game, because I have been told countless times, to get with the game or game plan, when I would ask the tough questions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I interviewed a few that managed to get free of the net and they offered the following summary, and I’m going to leave out the more horrific things:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Game:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Knowing the right things to say… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Heaping praise, publically, on the right people or organization.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Learning to take a hint, as to when praise would be a good idea… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Learn the nonprofit language to self sufficiency and sustainability. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;NEVER EVER appear like you will exceed anyone in the process, on your way up and out of the net. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You must be willing to get dirty. Be willing to be the eyes, ears, and hands, for those who do not want to get dirty.&amp;nbsp; You could be asked to spy on your neighbors or co-workers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Once out of the net, leave the area as soon as possible; you will be reminded on a regular basis, to offer up praise and worship to those who may have helped you or gave you a break. There will be someone… who will not let you forget that you owe them. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Unfortunately, we have an element of society here in Lane County, that loves the class warfare; and they are not who you think. They are not the ones protesting or writing the editor.&amp;nbsp; The more the poor cry out from the net, the more powerful they feel.&amp;nbsp; How very sad… very sad indeed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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Someone has to be there to replace those who have gone home, retired, or had to move on.&amp;nbsp; Yes, God moves people after they are trained and mature enough to stand on there own two feet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;At some point, believers grow up.&amp;nbsp; They learn to feed themselves, and even prepare meals for others. Some are not called into the five fold ministries and are there to support the body.&amp;nbsp; Then there are those who are separated, called out, to walk away from the safety of the church community; climb into the boat, and in faith, carry the anointing and good-news out into the world that they occupy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;As in Jesus day, these are the ones who are often called rebellious, or troublemakers; by the leaders that stopped calling their church a ministry and started calling it a business.&amp;nbsp; They actually say: "I am more than a pastor, I am a CEO of a million dollar business".&amp;nbsp; The conferences are no longer a place for county wide church leaders to strategize&amp;nbsp; how to bring Jesus to the community. Its a brag fest, where numbers are compared. So sad, so very very sad... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I hate saying such things, but they are things that need to be said.&amp;nbsp; I still believe the church has a very important part in the growing process.&amp;nbsp; A child left in the wilderness to fend for themselves grows up wild... but an adult can go into the wilderness alone, and build a sanctuary for those who have become lost, and have taken refuge in the dark places; where they become instinct driven, instead of faith driven. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I believe God is sending people out to minister to those who are lost in the wilderness; to guide those who have become confused and wondered out of the light into the darkness; and got lost.&amp;nbsp; He has raised up a group of people that will search the caves, the bushes, and the grave yards of the mind. To be a fresh anointing in their lives. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; Fewer and fewer people are going to their church leaders and asking to be anointed and sent out.&amp;nbsp; Even if the leaders got weird along the way, there in much power, anointing, in being prayed over publicly, anointed, and sent out by the church leaders; even if the leaders themselves do not understand it, its what Jesus said to do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That does not mean one cannot leave the church building and go out.&amp;nbsp; The Grace, and Mercy of God is amazing... and one should look deep into their heart and motives when they venture out, beyond the boundaries of the church parking lot. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Just say'n ... ;-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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Being prepared isn't about the destructive power of an earthquake, flood, tsunami, or tornado; alone. Its about you and your neighbors being prepared to face the unexpected; things that will affect everyone on your street, building, or cul-de-sac. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is especially true if you live in a community of people on fixed incomes. One persons hardship can quickly become a community event... one can quickly become two, three, four... and so on. Networking and Sharing are the keys to peace of mind. Sadly, some actually think that their landlord will come to their rescue. They are so institutionalized, and dependent on the housing authority and social services, that they have lost the ability to think and/or plan on their own. Their landlords are under no obligation to help them in any way, and their landlords have no plans to assist them in organizing for a disaster or helping them afterwards; I asked them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When preparing, it is a lot easier to not think about a particular natural disaster. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard these words; "Oh sure, I remember Y2K and its all a bunch of hysteria and propaganda". But we have seen the devastation of the mighty hurricanes and tsunamis over the last decade. We have witnessed, for ourselves, the heartache and even death, brought on by those who were not prepared, and thought Uncle Sam or Big Brother was coming to the rescue. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before Hurricane Katrina, we were told that the mighty FEMA or our military would come to our rescue. We seen it in movies, all over the Internet, and in the news. After Hurricane Katrina, we were told that you need to learn to survive on your own for up to three days. But even that is a stretch. In most cases, federal emergency responders will not arrive for weeks. In places like the Pacific Northwest, Oregon and Washington, you can't go anywhere without crossing a bridge. And a moderate earthquake will make 90% of the bridges in the Pacific Northwest impassible. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In researching this subject, I asked a lot of people in low income housing, how they were prepared in case of a natural disaster in Oregon. All but a few said they were going to go to a relatives. So I asked them, how many bridges do you cross getting to your relatives? almost everyone had to cross at least three bridges to get to where they think they will be safe. Odds are, those bridges will not be there after an earthquake. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some of the people I talk to are pretty well-to-do. What will you do after a big earthquake and how have you prepared. I was amazed at how many have property up in the mountains that were fully stocked and ready for an emergency. Yet they had done little to nothing to prepare to stay where they are. I asked him the same question, how many bridges will you have to cross to get up to your cabin, and how many big trees are along the road? Not a single one of them had thought of that. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I questioned local emergency responders about what they were going to be doing after a big earthquake, every single one of them responded with... "I already have a place picked out, where I will take me, my family and my gun, until the chaos is over". &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When planning and preparing, it is best to do so as a community, a neighborhood. You will be the first responder in your community, and your community will be your first responder. As we look at the natural disasters of the last few years, here in the United States; we always hear, my neighbor had to dig me out of my house, apartment, or grocery store. It was always, hours, days, or even a week before emergency responders arrived. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now you consider the amount of damage that will be done over three states, Oregon Washington and California, the responders will be spread really thin. The smaller communities may never see, FEMA or the military come rolling into their community. These people will be told where to go to find emergency help, it's not going to come to them; or you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Get to know your neighbors, and have a potluck.&amp;nbsp; Get to know each others skills, needs, what you have as a community.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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Knowing that every twinge, tear, or heartache is suffered for a reason; in season; at just the right time; to help us grow from one level to the next. Maybe in preparation for one great moment in time; in all eternity; from glory to glory. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why does the Bible repeatedly tell us to count our sufferings as joy?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because living a dedicated servants life is hard...&amp;nbsp; Faith alone goes against anything human.&amp;nbsp; AND... we have an enemy, the devil, that prowls around like a lion; looking for every possible opportunity to destroy us.&amp;nbsp; And it really sucks sometimes... no... actually…&amp;nbsp; it sucks all the time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not everyone is called into the five fold ministries; given a label; branded.&amp;nbsp; And this message may not be for you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe your purpose is to love and support someone that is called, and has answered that call.&amp;nbsp; Remember John the Baptist?&amp;nbsp; He wore animal skins and lived off the land.&amp;nbsp; He didn’t have … anything…&amp;nbsp; but what he knew in his heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;(Mat 19:29-30 NLT)&amp;nbsp; "And everyone who has given up houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or property, for my sake, will receive a hundred times as much in return and will have eternal life. {30} But many who seem to be important now will be the least important then, and those who are considered least here will be the greatest then."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;There is nothing wrong with being happy, or having things… not at all.&amp;nbsp; However, just because someone does not “have”, does not mean they are evil. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;To those who have found the faith, liberty, and freedoms we have in Christ:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rom 14:21-22 NLT)&amp;nbsp; {21} Don't eat meat or drink wine or do anything else if it might cause another Christian to stumble. {22} You may have the faith to believe that there is nothing wrong with what you are doing, but keep it between yourself and God. Blessed are those who do not condemn themselves by doing something they know is all right. “&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Then:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rom 15:1-7 NLT)&amp;nbsp; "We may know that these things make no difference, but we cannot just go ahead and do them to please ourselves. We must be considerate of the doubts and fears of those who think these things are wrong. {2} We should please others. If we do what helps them, we will build them up in the Lord. {3} For even Christ didn't please himself. As the Scriptures say, "Those who insult you are also insulting me." {4} Such things were written in the Scriptures long ago to teach us. They give us hope and encouragement as we wait patiently for God's promises. {5} May God, who gives this patience and encouragement, help you live in complete harmony with each other--each with the attitude of Christ Jesus toward the other. {6} Then all of you can join together with one voice, giving praise and glory to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. {7} So accept each other just as Christ has accepted you; then God will be glorified."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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Absolutely nothing we do will change that. No matter how hard we work at it, no matter how hard we try to extend our life here on this earth; when that day comes; it comes.  &lt;p&gt;A healthy survival instinct is good; since we have and enemy that prowls around like a lion, seeking to destroy us. But we can be blessed in knowing that if we fall in the fight, we will awaken in a place where there is no death;&amp;nbsp; where there is no disease, suffering, or injury… not just for 50, 80, or even 100 years… but for all eternity; forever and always.  &lt;p&gt;Isn’t it wonderful, that death is not an option for those of us that believe.  &lt;p&gt;Do we compromise our eternity to please this dying flesh; do we give in to the longing of living; giving it sweet names, like the bucket list. Just to satisfy those final few years we have left in our earthly freedoms, or lives; in this capsule of flesh and bone?  &lt;p&gt;Or do we start storing up our treasures in heaven, where we will always have them.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day Death Didn’t Matter Anymore&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;After a lifetime in church, we come to that day when we find or recognize our freedoms in Christ (The Anointing) . We look in the mirror, or someone happens by with one, and for the first time we actually see the man, or woman, God has been creating for the last 40 to 50 years.&amp;nbsp; Gradually we…&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; start feeling a stir inside, a longing to leave the nest.  &lt;p&gt;Completely against the laws of organized religion; against everything you learned and believed; you step out of the nest. Or maybe, just maybe, something happened to push you out of the nest.&amp;nbsp; And maybe, for the first time in your life, you feel your own air under your wings; we come to know as Gods Love, Mercy and Grace; like we have never known it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;Suddenly the grass seems green’er, and the sky seems blue’er . You realize how free we are in the anointing and grace of God; under the blood Jesus shed for us.  &lt;p&gt;But as Paul wrote, our freedoms may not be the same as others, and we should be very careful, as to not cause a brother or sister to fall… I believe that God, in His love and maybe even extended mercy, is bringing us old warriors and watchmen together; to see each other and connect; outside the usual organized religious forums. He is pressing us to carry His anointing, out of the confines of the church building; to the coffee shops, bike paths, and places our imagination has not even dreamed of yet.  &lt;p&gt;If you are the sort that needs labels. I’m talking about the old fashion disciples, missionaries, prophets and the like… Men and women God has anointed and risen up, and sent out, into the world… into places they could never hope to enter wearing that Sunday suit, Smile, Haircut, and attitude.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;Some will step out of the nest and crash. Some will survive the initial flight, and others will be lifted back into the nest. If you think being a labeled Christian in church is hard, wait until you are out here, a labeled Believer. &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now don’t get all weird with all the semantics, because I’m doing my best to keep this short, a blog, not a book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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I can remember  it like it was yesterday. &amp;nbsp;Mom  was dressed in a peach colored Easter  dress with a little 1960s  matching hat. &amp;nbsp;Of course I was wearing my  Easter suit and tie. &amp;nbsp;my dad  always insisted that us boys should be  wearing our slacks sport-coat  and tie when in public, with school being  the only exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="photo_right" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="photo_img img" src="https://fbcdn-photos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/40272_417779562004_604227004_4901979_6212660_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We  were in a little Baptist Church in Tacoma, Washington, and we were  sitting third row center. &amp;nbsp;It was the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;amazing  morning in the  history of the world, as far as I was concerned. It was  like something  had taken hold of my insides and was pulling me to my  feet. The preacher was preaching in a soft voice, and his words floated  around my head.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't help myself, when I started to stand up, mid  service. I felt like I was floating up and out of my body, and if I  didn't get my feet under me, I would surely fall over. Mom grabbed me  and told me to sit down; but the lady next to her grabbed her arm and  pointed to the isle. &amp;nbsp; As I stood,  about five other people stood up and  we just started walking toward the  front. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The  preacher just stopped... he said, "who are we to mess with  God's  timing". He then asked if there was anyone else that felt the  tug...  three more people made their way forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Choir scrambled to get into place...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;They started singing about the old rugged Cross;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and I broke down to my knees crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;An  old man I had never met, knelt beside me and we cried together.&amp;nbsp; I   wasn't quite 10 years old yet, and I already had the weight of the   world, on my shoulders. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't quite 10 years old and yet and I was   thoroughly educated in the many ways that pain can be inflicted upon the   human body. I honestly could not feel my feet on the floor when that  old guy took me to the back room where they kept all the choir robs. The  release of all that pressure/weight on me was overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; He stayed  right there with me and let me destroy his suit jacket.&amp;nbsp; I do not know  where the hours went, but suddenly it was evening service and I was  standing in the baptism tank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I   was pretty sure, even at that age, that I was going to die soon; and I   wanted to be sure to go to heaven when I did. As that preacher layed  be back in the water I felt something else; a warmth filling me from the  inside out.&amp;nbsp; I thought I was on my way to heaven that very moment.&amp;nbsp; I  thought Jesus had rescued me from my life.&amp;nbsp; It felt like I was under  that water forever, but alas I came back up.&amp;nbsp; I looked at the preacher  and he had a very strange look on his face... he started shaking and he  followed me out of the tank.&amp;nbsp; For the life of me cannot remember the  words he said.&amp;nbsp; I can see his lips moving, I remember the scene to this  day, but I do not hear the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It has been my Hope... The one thing I look forward to... The day I feel Jesus hug me and welcome me home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;That  was 45 years ago... and again this morning I caught myself praying... "Jesus,  do you remember that day?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I guess I just wanted to do feel nine years  old again. To feel that one moment in my life when there was no fear or  pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes all we need to do is remember... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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Do you think:  What you say, what you wear, music you  blare from your vehicle or  places you frequent reflect the real you?   What is your opinion on this  one folks?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well... There is this verse in the bible where Jesus addresses an issue likened to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Mat  11:17-19 NLT)&amp;nbsp; "'We played wedding songs, and you weren't happy, so we  played funeral songs, but you weren't sad.' {18} For John the Baptist  didn't drink wine and he often fasted, and you say, 'He's demon  possessed.' {19} And I, the Son of Man, feast and drink, and you say,  'He's a glutton and a drunkard, and a friend of the worst sort of  sinners!' But wisdom is shown to be right by what results from it.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of 2001&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I  was standing on a foot bridge overlooking a popular park here in  Eugene... and whoa!&amp;nbsp; There was a boom-box blaring and the whole scene  looked like a hippie commune from 1970.&amp;nbsp; Nekked girls and all...&amp;nbsp; I was  disgusted and said, "Dear Lord, get me out of here (Eugene)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I  was leaning on the rail and the Holy Spirit barked at me like a Drill  Sergent and said, "Stand up straight and look out there" referring to  the whole park; "I love everyone of those people; I died for them; and I  expect you to do the same".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A week later I was out of  food and looking around for something to pawn. When this ragged  individual knocked on my door... She smelled like a brewery, she looked  like something you would find behind a dumpster... "Here she said, God  told me and my friends to bring you food" They carried in 5 bags of  groceries. Since then, I have been 100% dependent on God for everything.  AND... He never sends me anything via the churches around here. You  have never been humbled until a single mom, with a cigarette hanging out  of her mouth, knocks on your door and hands you her last $5.00 ... I  had to learn the hard way... to not judge a person by what they look  like or where they are... I have a million stories about that ... I go  by... the fruits...&amp;nbsp; What happened.. what changed.. what magnificent  thing is God doing in the wake of that persons life ? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matt 7 is a good chapter to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Mat  7:17-23 NLT)&amp;nbsp; "A healthy tree produces good fruit, and an unhealthy  tree produces bad fruit. {18} A good tree can't produce bad fruit, and a  bad tree can't produce good fruit. {19} So every tree that does not  produce good fruit is chopped down and thrown into the fire. {20} Yes,  the way to identify a tree or a person is by the kind of fruit that is  produced. {21} "Not all people who sound religious are really godly.  They may refer to me as 'Lord,' but they still won't enter the Kingdom  of Heaven. The decisive issue is whether they obey my Father in heaven.  {22} On judgment day many will tell me, 'Lord, Lord, we prophesied in  your name and cast out demons in your name and performed many miracles  in your name.' {23} But I will reply, 'I never knew you. Go away; the  things you did were unauthorized.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sheesh, I should blog on this issue... LOL.. I could really go on this subject..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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It hit me in a very personal place. To be looked upon differently; to be judged differently; to wake up one day and find myself on the other side of that glass wall; unable to get around without a mobility scooter 90% of the time; and remembering the days when I was a athlete; sportsman; and even considered a candidate to run for public office.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="singlePageTitle" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="singlePageTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;It can happen to anyone... FLASH ! BANG! ... in minutes everything about you and your life can change.&amp;nbsp; NEVER think, it couldn't happen to you. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="singlePageTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="singlePageTitle"&gt;I Tossed and Turned: Look Me In The Eye   &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story Courtesy of Rick Dancer Media Services&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fancybox" href="http://rickdancer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/IMG_3045.jpg" style="clear: left; color: #1fa2e1; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-6752 alignright" height="225" src="http://rickdancer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/IMG_3045-300x225.jpg" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px;" title="IMG_3045" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;I didn’t sleep much last  night. I tossed and turned, rocked and rolled. Moments of my day found  their way from my memory into my consciousness and I couldn’t shake  them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;I started my day with my favorite people, the clients of Full Access, Oregon Supported Living Program and&lt;b&gt; Look Me In The Eye&lt;/b&gt;. We kicked off the month of September by proclaiming it “Look Me In The Eye” month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Almost every city in Lane County made the proclamation. As did, Coos Bay, North Bend, Sutherlin, Roseburg and Albany.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;Even many of our local school districts joined in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;We held a press  conference to tell the world but only one radio station showed up. It  doesn’t matter because our message is still loud, it’s clear and it’s so  important it will spread through people like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a class="fancybox" href="http://rickdancer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/IMG_3035.jpg" style="clear: right; color: #1fa2e1; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-top: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-6753" height="225" src="http://rickdancer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/IMG_3035-300x225.jpg" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 10px;" title="IMG_3035" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As  I looked out over the crowd of clients, staff, chamber members,  politicians and interested community members I thought back three years  ago when none of this existed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;I watched clients smile as we also dedicated a new elevator we put on our building. &lt;b&gt;Not many people get excited over an elevator but we do because access is in our name and it’s what we are all about.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;I watched my brother in  law Chip Diehm as he saw people paying attention to him. He, and those  like him were the focus of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;I was thinking to  myself, this is probably the best thing I’ve ever been involved with. I  was getting a little choked up as I thought of the importance of our  message and those it aims to free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;All of the sudden I hear  Eugene Mayor Kitty Piercy say: “I’d also like to thank Rick Dancer for  all his hard work and passion on this campaign.” She looked at me in the  eye and smiled and I nearly lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a class="fancybox" href="http://rickdancer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/DSC_6035.jpg" style="clear: left; color: #1fa2e1; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-6755 alignright" height="199" src="http://rickdancer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/DSC_6035-300x199.jpg" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px;" title="DSC_6035" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her  thank you was genuine. It wasn’t scripted. No one told the mayor to say  it she just understands my heart for this issue and my passion for  these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thank you  Mayor Piercy for your kind words. I thank you and the other mayors and  school districts for seeing value in those we represent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;The day ended in front  of the 4j school board where Amelia Abel joined me to explain Look Me In  The Eye to the board. I watched my friend Amelia as she took her pain  from behind a face that hides her ability and instead reveals her  disability. &lt;b&gt;I saw tears in the eyes of a few board members as she talked of her loneliness and her inability to change that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl class="wp-caption alignleft" id="attachment_6756" style="width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;dt class="wp-caption-dt" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a class="fancybox" href="http://rickdancer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/IMG_3055.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-6756" height="225" src="http://rickdancer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/IMG_3055-300x225.jpg" style="border-color: rgb(187, 187, 187) rgb(255, 255, 255) rgb(255, 255, 255) rgb(187, 187, 187); border-style: solid; border-width: 1px; margin: 0px 1em 1em 0px; padding: 0px;" title="IMG_3055" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="wp-caption-dd"&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;We have the power to  open doors for Amelia and others like her. There is a glass wall  separating us and it is ours to open and folks we really must shatter  the glass now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;Before the sun came up  this morning I was driving to my usual running place when a song came on  about a lonely girl. I started to cry, not just tears but cries with  actual noise attached. I needed to let that out. I needed to remind  myself that this is so important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;As I ran around the  Walterville Pond I started shouting out loud. I was just cheering. Don’t  worry there are no people around at that hour of day so I’m not wearing  a straight jacket as I write this. &amp;nbsp;I think I’m finding my purpose  hidden in the heart of the people around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you see  someone you don’t understand whether disabled, a person of color or  someone who is gay or lesbian, take the time to simply look them in the  eye and you will discover the only thing you see is that they are human  and that they matter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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And in a lot of situations He does just that; steps in and takes a loving place in our circumstances. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But then there are those times He steps up and declares His father place in our lives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As we have seen throughout history and in every written manuscript about Him; He deals with us according to our faith, or maturity. Stanley Tam wrote a great and somewhat scary book called Gods Wood Shed. It explains the wood shed very well; How you got there, and how to get out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Questions to Consider: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So... Have we ever awaken, to find ourselves in the wood shed; and maybe not alone?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How often does He catch us walking the line, testing and testing just how far we could go ?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have we allowed Philosophy; Doctrine; Economics; Business 101; Psychology 101; Greed; The Moment; to replace the written word in our hearts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Reposted with Permission)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dying for Lack of Knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGIF Today God Is First Volume 1 by Os Hillman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wednesday, September 07 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The  Lord's anger burned against Uzzah, and He struck him down because he  had put his hand on the ark. So he died there before God."&lt;/em&gt; 1 Chronicles 13:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A business friend of mine confessed that he did not like to read. He  found it a difficult discipline. I replied, "If you do not commit  yourself to knowing what is in God's Word and following it, you will  fail to know and experience God. God's Word is life to our souls. It  provides knowledge that leads to life." The prophet Hosea tells us, "My  people are destroyed from lack of knowledge. Because you have rejected  knowledge, I also reject you as My priests; because you have ignored the  law of your God, I also will ignore your children" (Hos. 4:6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God has given us His Word that has specific laws and principles that  must be followed if we expect His blessing. King David forgot to follow  one of those laws related to the ark. "...But they must not touch the  holy things or they will die..." (Num. 4:15). When they were  transporting the ark, Uzzah innocently reached to steady the ark but was  immediately stricken dead when his hands touched the ark of God.  Did  David know this law or did he simply forget? Did Uzzah know this law? If  so, did he really believe it? David thought it was okay to carry the  ark the way Uzzah did. A man lost his life for his presumption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Many workplace believers I know take God's Word lightly. They believe  they can violate His Word without consequence. This is not true; the  Lord stands by to uphold His Word. It can be life, or it can bring  death. When God provides instructions, we need to follow them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Knowing this about God brings a healthy fear of the Lord. "David was  afraid of God that day and asked, 'How can I ever bring the ark of God  to me?' " (1 Chron. 13:12) We must all have a fearful respect of God's  Word. For truly, it is life or death. Do you take God's Word seriously? Is it life or death for you? Do you  feed upon His Word daily so that you might know Him and know His  precepts? Feed upon this knowledge and be blessed of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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I instantly felt that I should  repost it to FB. Decades ago God called me to stand in a place that was  unknown to me, at the time. Young, full of faith and power, I answered  the call.&amp;nbsp; My peers thought I had gone insane, and attributed my  physical disabilities to being out of Gods will. It didn't take long for  me to figure out that if not for the injuries, and the place they took  me, I could not get to where God really wanted me. Is it tough at times,  you better believe it is.&amp;nbsp; But it was the only way I could safely get  outside the box and touch the forgotten. Anyway, here is the morning  devotional from Os ... can you relate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Going Against the Flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGIF Today God Is First Volume 1 by Os Hillman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Monday, August 29 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But the whole assembly talked about stoning them."&lt;/em&gt; Numbers 14:10a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have  you ever had to stand up against the majority for a cause that  wasn't  popular? God brought the Israelites out of Egypt and promised He  would  lead them into a land of milk and honey. The process of moving out  of  Egypt was difficult. They could no longer do things the old way, for   the old ways didn't work in the desert. God provided for them during   this journey. But there came a point in which the people forgot what God   had said. Their discomfort changed their belief about God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whenever  God is slow to answer our prayers, what we believe about God is   revealed. Do we change our plans and move in a different direction when   pressure mounts? Or do we continue on the path God has directed for us?   Four men believed what God said and were willing to stand; however,  the  crowd wanted to stone them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then Moses and Aaron fell  face-down in front of the whole Israelite  assembly gathered there.  Joshua son of Nun and Caleb son of Jephunneh,  who were among those who  had explored the land, tore their clothes and  said to the entire  Israelite assembly, "The land we passed through and  explored is  exceedingly good. If the Lord is pleased with us, He will  lead us into  that land, a land flowing with milk and honey, and will  give it to us.  Only do not rebel against the Lord. And do not be afraid  of the people  of the land, because we will swallow them up. Their  protection is gone,  but the Lord is with us. Do not be afraid of them."  But the whole  assembly talked about stoning them. Then the glory of the  Lord appeared  at the Tent of Meeting to all the Israelites (Numbers  14:5-10).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Notice  Joshua and Caleb's response to the situation. They had spied the  land.  They believed God. They challenged the crowd. They seemed to know  that  if the Lord was not pleased with them they would not enter into the   Promised Land. Those who grumbled did not enter the Promised Land. Only   Joshua and Caleb and a new generation saw the fulfillment of God's   promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Has God called you to stand for a cause bigger  than yourself? You will  have opposition to His call; sometimes it even  comes from those in your  own camp. But if God has called you, then you  can be sure He will make a  way. He has already opened the way before  you. But you must walk in  faith, joined with Him to take the land.  "...Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be   discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go"   (Joshua 1:9).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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        style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391686384215009796-6829794846700072323?l=gregersplace2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregersplace2.blogspot.com/feeds/6829794846700072323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gregersplace2.blogspot.com/2011/08/going-against-flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391686384215009796/posts/default/6829794846700072323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391686384215009796/posts/default/6829794846700072323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregersplace2.blogspot.com/2011/08/going-against-flow.html' title='Going Against the Flow'/><author><name>Greger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02199212867529476320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E2nVqV7SvA/Sp7eOnlY9CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7f4Z-EnARR4/S220/100_0367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391686384215009796.post-836391968894395474</id><published>2011-08-23T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:24:55.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ewert'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit About Greg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, I will put it in writing, though I have always said I wouldn't... But It will be easier to point at this blog than to tell it over and over again.&amp;nbsp; I'll be 55 in a few days... and hopes of ever being in a relationship have faded away.&amp;nbsp; I've been told over and over to not post or tell anyone I'm disabled as long as I can cover it up... especially if I ever hoped I would date again. But what the heck... here is a brief overview.&amp;nbsp; So I will just let it flow out... here we go!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Over and over, my entire life, I begged God for a single profession. So I could establish an identity. So when people asked I could say.. I'm a carpenter... or a program coordinator... But no, every time I tried to lock into a profession, something would happen and I was into something new. Maintenance and remodeling worked good because I could use a multitude of gifts and talents all at once... then the accident... and bingo !&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.... I'm into the computer and the internet. Just as my web business started taking off... BINGO!&amp;nbsp; Heart attack... then infection... boom.. another heart attack... open heart surgery... another infection... just as I'm starting to feel better BINGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cut cut cut ... I loose half my colon to what they thought was cancer. And something happened to my leg along the way, and I now need a mobility scooter. All this since 2007... and the kids club is now gone, the computer lab gone, my website business.. POOF! gone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Here we go again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not even counting the 9 surgeries I had before 2006... and the unidentifiable auto immune disorder. Yet, the CAT scans and tests, say I'm doing pretty darn good; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not even on any heart meds anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never did have high blood presure, or any of the usual heart stuff that tends to bring on an attack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I live it pain everyday. My skeletal structure, by bones, do not look real good on xrays. After I had put on 40lbs from the RA treatments I finally get into see a&lt;/span&gt; rheumatologist and I do not have RA... but I have Fibromyalgia and Polymyalgia ... Sucks Hey ! &amp;nbsp; I still think the doctors just reach into a bag and pull out a name when they just don't know why your SED rate hovers between 60 and 90... and life hurts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;My life has been more like living four different lives in 10 year increments.&amp;nbsp; When change would come, it did so in a big way, completely changing everything.&amp;nbsp; Keeping me 100% dependent on God and his provisions.&amp;nbsp; Now it seems my creative side, poems, photography, writing... ect... just turned off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;When I pray and ask God why I have to know so many things, he replies, "For a day that has not come yet..."&amp;nbsp; Thats it.. no details...&amp;nbsp; 100% faith... in a day that has not come yet.&amp;nbsp; LOL.. Never imagine that God does not have a sense of humor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It feels really weird posting this...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Greg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We walk alone, my muse and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the twilight of any day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The night birds keep their distance,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; honoring my time to pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So alone am I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more human love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Only my muse and I,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and visions from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My muse, my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My only true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hear my heart, my Words;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am lonely again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Silent is my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The children's laughter has died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was another season in my life,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; another season I cried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My hope is in another day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A season ... brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another season to fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; another season with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We walk alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the twilight of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The night birds brought me comfort,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as I walked this path and prayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Comfort me my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the darkness of this night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This old warrior is tired;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the birds have taken flight... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="https://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=YOUR_URL"
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