<?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-8364869825222648055</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:31:32.186-07:00</updated><category term='Francis Chan'/><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Mission-Minded manifestor of Truth</title><subtitle type='html'>The amazing picture on here was painted by my wonderful friend Emilie Porter LeBlanc!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-5459007813582030581</id><published>2010-09-25T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:39:57.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;who knows the hunger of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        a world starved in media expectation...&lt;br /&gt;       with an intense craving for love and acceptance&lt;br /&gt;      but all there is, is a constant contradiction of what they feel is right and what is "right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who knows the hunger of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a world where a child's mind is no longer marveled at...but mocked&lt;br /&gt;imagination is a fleeting idea&lt;br /&gt;where you can never achieve your worth&lt;br /&gt;because you have none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;who knows the hunger of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        a world where the only way you can make it is by mocking your Creator and being what someone says you need to be.&lt;br /&gt;to paint yourself,&lt;br /&gt;deny yourself,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            hide yourself behind a misanthropic testosterone wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows the hunger of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a world that is emaciated of justice&lt;br /&gt;crying for someone to stand and fight for what is truly right&lt;br /&gt;to fight for the underdog&lt;br /&gt;to fight for the hungry&lt;br /&gt;to fight for the judgment&lt;br /&gt;the bigotry&lt;br /&gt;the violence&lt;br /&gt;the narrow-minded ideas of a scorned society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows the hunger of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;simple.&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows the hunger of the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Never again will they hunger; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;      never again will they thirst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;   The sun will not beat upon them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;      nor any scorching heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;      he will lead them to springs of living water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;   And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Revelation 7:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-5459007813582030581?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/5459007813582030581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-knows-hunger-of-world-world-starved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/5459007813582030581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/5459007813582030581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-knows-hunger-of-world-world-starved.html' title=''/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-5720988438850393325</id><published>2010-09-01T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:35:04.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's working for the weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Genesis 3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-73"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To Adam he said, "Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, 'You must not eat of it,' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       "Cursed is the ground because of you; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       through painful toil you will eat of it &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       all the days of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Work defined in the dictionary a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;s a verb, noun and an adjective, with well over 40 definitions in each category from the mechanical and physics application; to the use of it as a fermentation term.  The first definition is however the most apt definition to the term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Work-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; exert effort to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;something;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;labor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"&gt;toil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been working a lot.  Hone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;stly, it is for the money.  As a student with a mass of student loans under my belt, I need to learn how to be a good steward of my time and money.  With that, I am trying to pay off my debt and get back into school to continue furthering my mind and my education.  Both of which are "fantastical" things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;While doing so I've found myself caught into the tedious act of work and doing what I must to get by.  By doing that, I am doing exactly what satan want me to do.  God created work as a toil a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; punishment for the fall of man, in hopes that through it He could redeem us back to him.  To toil, to labor, to sweat, all are things that do not sound pleasant to us and because of that we find ourselves in constant battle with the "ground", meaning whatever we are working through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Philippians 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29388"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29389"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29390"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do everything without complaining or arguing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29391"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29392"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as you hold out the word of life—in order that I may boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If we begin to look at work as a true redemption to God then we may look at it differently, in fact maybe we will see that Christ calls us to do it differently then the world.  Do everything with out complaining or arguing.  Then, is Paul saying that we are supposed to suffer, with a smile on our face and joy in our hearts???? YEP!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I truly believe that is what he is saying.  When you get to that point at work where you can snap at a co-worker or clientele, or gossip about a situation you have no right taking part in, or being in-subordinate to your supervisor; maybe we should remember that God has given this to show our true heart to him.  Can we worship and love God while being in "punishment and suffering for him".  I mean Paul preached the Gospel for Christ for his job and I'm pretty sure his suffering was far more worse than a couple extra hours and an annoying co-worker.  Why don't we as a community of believers change the way we work and look at work...I bet through that a lot of people will see God (maybe that is exactly how he intended it!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-5720988438850393325?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/5720988438850393325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2010/09/everybodys-working-for-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/5720988438850393325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/5720988438850393325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2010/09/everybodys-working-for-weekend.html' title='Everybody&apos;s working for the weekend...'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-6864740205094321709</id><published>2010-09-01T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T06:36:01.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for my Edward...</title><content type='html'>Ok so you're probably wondering why my first blog back to the blogspot in almost a year in a half is titled this...you also probably assume this is about Edward Cullen...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;...this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;...this is about true companionship but this Edward isn't a vampire and his bride isn't named Bella.  This Edward is a father, a leader, a preacher; and his wife Tammy is a mother, a teacher, and a mentor and role model.  I'm talking about my second parents Tammy and Ed Glover.  Tammy and Ed have been a part of my life for 2 years and they have been the greatest 2 years of my life.  They together run &lt;a href="http://urbanimpactpittsburgh.org"&gt;Urban Impact Foundation&lt;/a&gt; on the Northside of Pittsburgh. (check out their site...let me tell you some great kingdom work)  I have learned many things from Mama and Papa but one thing I can tell you has been the most impacting thing they have taught me is how to love.  The fact that Ed still dates Tammy and in return Tammy is so saturated with respect for her groom.  The most important thing is that God is the center of their relationship, always and forever.  Mama tells me stories about them dating, trials they have gone through in their marriage and what it is like doing ministry together.  One thing is clear, they still are more in love than ever and that is because they are even more in love with God separately.  Mama said to me once, God wants you to have amazing and satan shows you good...at the time we think good is good enough when really amazing is on the way (this is a paraphrase i honestly dont remember the exact words but you get the picture).  And for a girl who has tried to take life into her hands many times and has failed miserably has decided to give most of it to God...but this part...nope its up to me.  Always.  Now this isn't a passive, "I'm waiting for the perfect guy to fall into my lap and I'm not doing anything about it.", but rather a conscience decision to give this up to God and to leave the idiots alone.  To surround myself with only Godly men who hold me to accountable and Godly standards.  And through that discipline I believe God will find me my Edward...find me the man that challenges me, that courts me, that does ministry with me, that prays with me, that is not only the most amazing father to my children but the children that I decide to just randomly adopt one day (i love you guys and thank you!!!), who isn't afraid to be passionate about God and his calling on our lives, and to lead me truly lead me as a real man of God.  Watching my "parents" these past two years I think God finally has shown me...I deserve nothing less than amazing...and he's out there...why allow these only mediocre dudes have a piece of my heart they don't deserve.  I'M DONE WITH IT.  Girls...who's with me...and guys, who's ready to step up and show us that loving God is sexy (lol yes i said it...ostracize me if you want!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-6864740205094321709?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/6864740205094321709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting-for-my-edward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/6864740205094321709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/6864740205094321709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting-for-my-edward.html' title='Waiting for my Edward...'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-186611913154661535</id><published>2009-02-13T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:42:08.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francis Chan'/><title type='text'>I think we are bordering clinically insane...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I went to Texas for Relevant weekend.  Unbeknown to me, Francis Chan spoke at the conference.  The theme for the weekend was Live Love.  He touched a little bit on his book, Crazy Love.  It was amazing!...Chan talked about the holiness of God, how to pray to God, God as a father...and heart breaking love for others....I know what youre thinking..."WHOA that is a little too much to handle..."  and I would agree that you are right.  But you wouldn't believe how the students really grasped the concept.  WOW...it was beautiful.  My favorite part of all was how Chan lead us into reverent prayer to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLY&lt;/span&gt; God...If youre reading this...stop what youre doing and try it...even if you dont believe...just close your eyes for a second and calm your heart...then...read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Revelation 4: 2-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At once I was in the Spirit, and there before me was a throne in heaven with someone sitting on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30756" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And the one who sat there had the appearance of jasper and carnelian. A rainbow, resembling an emerald, encircled the throne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30757" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Surrounding the throne were twenty-four other thrones, and seated on them were twenty-four elders. They were dressed in white and had crowns of gold on their heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30758" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the throne came flashes of lightning, rumblings and peals of thunder. Before the throne, seven lamps were blazing. These are the seven spirits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="footnote" value="" href="%22#fen-NIV-30758a%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;a]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=revelation4&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-30758a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30759" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Also before the throne there was what looked like a sea of glass, clear as crystal.  In the center, around the throne, were four living creatures, and they were covered with eyes, in front and in back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30760" class="versenum" value="7"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The first living creature was like a lion, the second was like an ox, the third had a face like a man, the fourth was like a flying eagle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30761" class="versenum" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Each of the four living creatures had six wings and was covered with eyes all around, even under his wings. Day and night they never stop saying: "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30762" class="versenum" value="9"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whenever the living creatures give glory, honor and thanks to him who sits on the throne and who lives for ever and ever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30763" class="versenum" value="10"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the twenty-four elders fall down before him who sits on the throne, and worship him who lives for ever and ever. They lay their crowns before the throne and say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30764" class="versenum" value="11"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;"You are worthy, our Lord and God,&lt;br /&gt;  to receive glory and honor and power,&lt;br /&gt;  for you created all things,&lt;br /&gt;     and by your will they were created&lt;br /&gt;     and have their being."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A God that big...that Holy...that mighty...allows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; to come to him...let us remember this when we pray to him...that everything in heaven bows down to him in worship and even the highest angels, which are creatures with 6 wings covered in eyes (scary huh) never cease to praise... We should be more fervant in our prayer life.  I think if we stopped praying really...and just fell in awe of God's Holiness and just praised in all ways...we would be begining to show God the love he deserves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-186611913154661535?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/186611913154661535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-we-are-bordering-clinically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/186611913154661535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/186611913154661535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-we-are-bordering-clinically.html' title='I think we are bordering clinically insane...'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-7698551193758654430</id><published>2009-02-04T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:02:36.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS MAN!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2oi6y292kE&amp;amp;eurl=http://francischansblog.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crazylovebook.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-7698551193758654430?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/7698551193758654430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-this-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/7698551193758654430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/7698551193758654430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-this-man.html' title='I LOVE THIS MAN!'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-2838353420227935637</id><published>2009-01-20T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:21:53.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-8SYA6rfbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-8SYA6rfbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week at church we talked about Slow Fading.  Based off of Ephesians 5:1-7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this video...I love the lyrics, People never crumble in a day...Daddies never crumble in a day...Families never crumble in a day.  It is so true.  The things that happen to you don't happen over night...they happen because of the decisions you make...conscientiously...maybe it is the people you have come to associate with...maybe its that one drink too much that ruined a friendship or the idea to find yourself slipping into a slope of lust and pornography.  I dont know what it is that you are slow fading with...but I do know for me every decision I make will effect me...however small it is...maybe its that one IM I decide to return to someone who may only use me for something in the end, or it could be masking my femininity with coarse words and joking so that I do not give my heart a chance, but I end up giving it away...Slow Fading is dangerous...black and white will end up fading to grey....and you will give yourself away...and your heart that is set upon God will be nothing left but a battered idolizer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-2838353420227935637?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/2838353420227935637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-fade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/2838353420227935637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/2838353420227935637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-fade.html' title='Slow Fade'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-1835138577239480896</id><published>2009-01-04T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:12:12.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity the "other" path...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   To where it bent in the undergrowth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Though as for that the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Had worn them really about the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   And that has made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-23331" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jesus (Matthew 7:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost made it simple, there are two roads.  The first one, the one that everyone takes; the one that is worn and tattered and walked upon daily.  Then there is the second one.  The one that needed wear.  It was beautiful just the same, but people would not walk it.  Could it be they were afraid of what was ahead? Could it be because there were very few footprints they could see?  Maybe it could be that their friends took the other path, and said how much fun it was and since it was worn it was easier to tread.  But Frost knew the other path would bring great joy, excitement and beauty!  He says that at the end of his poem, because he traveled this way, he is now a different person.  Jesus says that we have two paths as well.  The one that is worn and comfortable and vast.  And the other is hidden in the woods and when it is found it is a beautiful path full of joy, excitement and beauty.  The awful thing is, how do we know what path we are on.  One day could we be on the beautiful path making &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOOTPRINTS &lt;/span&gt;, we could then be diverged and end up on the path that is broad and worn.  I think it is a conscience decision everyday to make sure that we end on that path!  I have found myself these past few weeks struggling to stay on the narrow path.  The broad path has enticed me, with it's comfortability and it's false hope.  But I know that if I take the road less traveled, the road of life, then that will make all the difference in me, my family and the world.  I just have to make sure I have the things I need to help me make it through, just like a good trip outdoors (which I love!!!)  My map (The Bible), my compass (accountablilty) and good shoes to press on (my faith in the Joy that only Christ can give).  Getting back on the path is going to be hard, I will need to cut away weeds and walk through brush, but once I get back on the path...I can not wait to say with a sigh..."I took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-1835138577239480896?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/1835138577239480896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/01/christianity-other-path.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/1835138577239480896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/1835138577239480896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/01/christianity-other-path.html' title='Christianity the &quot;other&quot; path...'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-5833583939712962207</id><published>2009-01-01T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:47:25.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>Next year, things are gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Gonna drink less beer, and start all over again&lt;br /&gt;Gonna read more books, gonna keep up with the news&lt;br /&gt;Gonna learn how to cook, spend less money on shoes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pay my bills on time,and file my mail away, everyday&lt;br /&gt;Only drink the finest wine,and call my Gran every Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions, baby they come and go&lt;br /&gt;Will I do any of these things? The answers probably no&lt;br /&gt;~ Jamie Cullum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we always set lofty aspirations for us to acheive on our own every year.  Last night my childhood friend Niki said that she was going to give up swearing.  I love my Kiyaboo but lets be honest, if you knew Kiya you know thats gonna be a tough one.  Every year we say that we are going to change something about ourselves to better fit this mold of who we want to be.  I say this year my new years resolution isn't surface...its simple.  Live each day a little better, a little wiser with a lot of love.  I can't do it alone, which is why I am reminded of Hab. 3:19...with God's strength I just want to live a little better each day for him...in worship...simply and candidly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-5833583939712962207?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/5833583939712962207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/5833583939712962207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/5833583939712962207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-6407156895160716421</id><published>2008-11-18T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:20:13.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let everything that...let everything that...let everything that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAS BREATH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRAISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THE LORD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Worship...as defined by Jeff Colleen...God initiates worship...and we respond...by remembering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;WHO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAS DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We feel like when we worship we are putting in all the work...that we are calling on God.  Have you ever noticed that God is the one who calls on us...its up to us to find him.  God has to initiate us to worship him, why else would He be a jealous God.  Jealousy only happens when what you feel and give is not reciprocated to you, but given to another.  We cheat on God...and he becomes jealous...and if you think God's love is great...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; his jealousy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cheat on God...DAILY...we take the beauty of what God has made worship and we give it to another.  We allow money, sex, the world initiate our heart...then we respond...by remembering what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; is and what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; has done for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I remember an amazing sermon I once heard by Chuck Sackett.  He said he even finds himself cheating on God during corporate worship.  He finds himself with his hands in his pockets holding his money clip.  His vulnerability and honestly made me think...what false idols do I hold onto when I worship...it doesn't have to be physically...it could be emotionally or spiritually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Be joyful always; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God wants to be our only love...He wants to be our companion.  He is initiating our heart and loving us...are we continually loving him like He asks...or are we blatantly cheating on him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Father will You come and open up our eyes....fill us with Your heart, renew us with Your life...consume us with Your majesty, consume us with your majesty..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;--Unhindered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Are we willing to respond that openly???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-6407156895160716421?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/6407156895160716421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-everything-thatlet-everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/6407156895160716421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/6407156895160716421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-everything-thatlet-everything.html' title='let everything that...let everything that...let everything that...'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-3418463171984215270</id><published>2008-11-17T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:43:57.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>general revelation with a special message...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"...we are not only to renounce evil, but to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;manifest the truth&lt;/span&gt;. Bring it to the front; speak the Truth; live the Truth. We tell this people the world is vain; let our lives manifest that it is so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Does our dwelling look like it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh to live consistent lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;-Hudson Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am working on my paper for my Life of Christ class and I had everything planned out, down to a detailed outline.  But, God didn't like that idea I guess.  I read that quote and it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is truth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John 14:6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-26664" class="sup"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus answered, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; the way and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-26665" class="sup"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you really knew me, you would know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 17:16-18&lt;span id="en-NIV-26765" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26766" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sanctify them by the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your word is truth&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26767" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 John 1:2-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you, even as your soul is getting along well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30646" class="sup"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It gave me great joy to have some brothers come and tell about your faithfulness to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; and how you continue to walk in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30647" class="sup"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To manifest truth is to cause something...to verb.  Jesus is truth, the noun...we are "truthing"...the verb...  Jesus is the cause, we are the effect.  Truth is work.  To work is toil.  If it isn't hard for us to "truth" are we doing it right? What are we doing to "truth?"  Are we pursuing Truth (Christ himself [John 14:8])  are we unveiling Truth (the word of God [John 17:17])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To pursue truth and to walk in the truth brings Joy to others...when we begin to "truth"..."truthing" becomes contagious...begin to "truth" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and maybe, just maybe, we can make "Truth" manifest in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;  We can live a consistent life.  A life that brings joy!  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A life that MAKES HIM FAMOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;James Hudson Taylor was one of the greatest missionaries during the Student Volunteer Movement.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;was a British Protestant Missionary to&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; China, and founder of the China Inland Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;. Taylor spent 51 years in China. China Inland Mission was responsible for bringing over 800 missionaries to the country and baptized over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; 18,000 Chinese People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Talk about making God famous in your life!!! WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-3418463171984215270?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/3418463171984215270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2008/11/general-revelation-with-special-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/3418463171984215270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/3418463171984215270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2008/11/general-revelation-with-special-message.html' title='general revelation with a special message...'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8364869825222648055.post-7870094677050716053</id><published>2008-11-16T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:10:16.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Dirrty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.b5z.net/i/u/2073223/i/08_artworkposter_2_ezr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 361px;" src="http://i.b5z.net/i/u/2073223/i/08_artworkposter_2_ezr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting your hands dirty;  What does that mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;When you were a kid, were you the kid that loved mud pies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the National Missionary Convention.  The convention center in Tulsa, OK will be filled with people who took this idea seriously, and are making their lives a direct portrait of Christ's love made action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-24519" class="sup"&gt;Mark 8:22-24a&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;They came to Bethsaida, and some people brought a blind man and begged Jesus to touch him. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24520" class="sup"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village. When he had spit on the man's eyes and put his hands on him, Jesus asked, "Do you see anything?"  &lt;span id="en-NIV-24521" class="sup"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;He looked up and said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"I see people.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christ takes you outside of the world and walks with you by hand...and touches your eyes...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you see people????  Do you get dirty???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8364869825222648055-7870094677050716053?l=rubu8287.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/feeds/7870094677050716053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-dirrty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/7870094677050716053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8364869825222648055/posts/default/7870094677050716053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubu8287.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-dirrty.html' title='Getting Dirrty...'/><author><name>ru.bu.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843754671461647564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXYzJkkxLxM/SSCD8mDHgjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iak7m1mX5Zc/S220/n104300019_30197688_6559.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
