<?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-8337579799953541577</id><updated>2011-11-04T15:12:33.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Selah.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-103181540360701894</id><published>2009-05-19T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:13:40.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ShNnQQ2KHOI/AAAAAAAAALc/gHelIFADFAw/s1600-h/IMGP0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ShNnQQ2KHOI/AAAAAAAAALc/gHelIFADFAw/s320/IMGP0549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337723512461860066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-103181540360701894?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/103181540360701894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/103181540360701894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/street-heart.html' title='Street Heart'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ShNnQQ2KHOI/AAAAAAAAALc/gHelIFADFAw/s72-c/IMGP0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-3623884412593617960</id><published>2009-03-25T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:35:05.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tone Deaf</title><content type='html'>Dissonance so quickly divides this already grotesque development.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word of truth spoken with so much wrong, as it seems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be a tapestry woven suddenly with anger and passive nature, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pride and comparison riddled between the weaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain falls onto the building in the lot adjacent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trickling into all the seams rusting the points welded for strength,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;causing deterioration and disrepair just as a tree splits a rock face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or a house gutted by fire left with just the wooden frame and copper wire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that no longer conducts anything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a father no longer conducts the symphony of a family of divorce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The maestro has left the children without time, rhythm or tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wreak havoc you fool. Let it pour, cause you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how long you hold back the rain, you only build a storehouse of hail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-3623884412593617960?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/3623884412593617960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/3623884412593617960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2009/03/tone-deaf.html' title='Tone Deaf'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-8695888075600020914</id><published>2009-02-11T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:49:29.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ascribed Beauty</title><content type='html'>Inside there's a spark&lt;div&gt;a hint, a glimpse, a whisper, a foreshadowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of a fire ready to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A forest ready to burn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deep inside of this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have ordained my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filled it with praise and song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed me with voice in heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet...I can never start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What words are left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has been left for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's been left for this son of yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to write such beautiful words for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something worthy of singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I desire to write symphonies for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something deserving of your majesty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what has not been written about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to declare something about you that is true and yet untouched &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in peoples hearts and minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something revolutionary that turns people to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and gives you the glory you deserve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is not what you asked of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wish to give you this because I love you Lord &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-8695888075600020914?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8695888075600020914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8695888075600020914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2009/02/ascribed-beauty.html' title='Ascribed Beauty'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-5924917582260826556</id><published>2009-02-11T00:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:33:56.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 19:1</title><content type='html'>When I'm overwhelmed &lt;div&gt;by this life in my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn my eyes to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and seek your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm drowning in this raging sea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You reach down your hand and rescue me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Lord, how majestic is your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heavens declare your glory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The skies proclaim the work of your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I delight in your ways Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I know they are upright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hold on to your word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I know you are faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your word does not return void.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are worthy of praise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shall give all the glory you are due.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise you Father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise you Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise you Holy Spirit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move in power!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-5924917582260826556?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/5924917582260826556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/5924917582260826556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2009/02/psalm-191.html' title='Psalm 19:1'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-208529361652690221</id><published>2009-02-11T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:29:59.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Aloud In The Streets</title><content type='html'>My tongue is swelling up &lt;div&gt;For you are filling my mouth with laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lips are swelling up and about to burst! With shouts of joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have ordained my voice for song and praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sing aloud in the streets and burst into laughter fits at even the thought of your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How marvelous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What words are there left for me to praise you with! It's all been said and it's all true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet you have ordained my mouth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I burst with laughter and praise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-208529361652690221?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/208529361652690221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/208529361652690221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2009/02/sing-aloud-in-streets.html' title='Sing Aloud In The Streets'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-4589602671312867627</id><published>2009-02-11T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:20:37.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lords Lullaby</title><content type='html'>Quiet my soul&lt;div&gt;Find rest and peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be still my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find rest and peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me soak in your holy flood .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father allow me to eat with you in your chambers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me your thoughts about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing for me the songs you have written about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing to my soul a lullaby so that I may find peace and rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-4589602671312867627?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/4589602671312867627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/4589602671312867627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2009/02/lords-lullaby.html' title='The Lords Lullaby'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-4910415338806700398</id><published>2009-02-11T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:44:00.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shepherd</title><content type='html'>You hem me in!&lt;div&gt;Called me to yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Held me fast as I strayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and shepherded me all my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it I truly desire? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it that I choose to stray again and again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-4910415338806700398?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/4910415338806700398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/4910415338806700398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2009/02/shepherd.html' title='Shepherd'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-6641350538471165002</id><published>2009-02-10T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:13:12.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Close To Your Merciful Chest</title><content type='html'>Eternal God&lt;div&gt;Everlasting Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is you that I seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my refuge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the shelter of your grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that protects me from the storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your everlasting arms enfold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hold me close to your merciful chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my stronghold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Fortress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been, still are, and continue to be faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since even before my existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;remember &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How majestic is your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How beautiful you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-6641350538471165002?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/6641350538471165002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/6641350538471165002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2009/02/hold-me-close-to-your-merciful-chest.html' title='Hold Me Close To Your Merciful Chest'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-1862226702963115001</id><published>2009-01-21T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:27:24.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>Breathe &lt;div&gt;Just breathe O Great Author&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just breathe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O won't you breathe and give me life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I thirst &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I set my heart on your presence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lungs are so dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my stomach is weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need is your word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need is that water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need is your word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To fill what I cannot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just breathe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just breathe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-1862226702963115001?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/1862226702963115001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/1862226702963115001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-8757633721317923238</id><published>2008-11-27T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:44:30.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now I'm Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My heart dances in my chest for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You can find joy upon face and my soul reaches for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My mind thinks about you and dreams about you when I'm asleep and while I'm awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I long for the day when I can open my arms to welcome you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To have your cheek placed upon my chest and have your see for yourself how my heart finds no rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But more than that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I would have you stay there and find peace and compassion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And comfort and joy everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I would go to the ends of creation for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I can say that I would even go as far as to die for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not just saying that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In fact I already did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And now...I'm waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-8757633721317923238?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8757633721317923238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8757633721317923238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-now-im-waiting.html' title='And Now I&apos;m Waiting'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-4113397201402606846</id><published>2008-11-23T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:47:18.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Great Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1227.com"&gt;Never Give Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-4113397201402606846?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/4113397201402606846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/4113397201402606846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-great-sermon.html' title='Super Great Sermon'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-3579002388510103795</id><published>2008-11-11T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:56:33.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Of Those Nights- Bradley Hathaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So weary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And leary…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And dreary…&lt;br /&gt;Stop this mind from racing all the time&lt;br /&gt;Restful peace, come hither, be mine&lt;br /&gt;It was here earlier, but now it’s long gone and out of sight!&lt;br /&gt;On this restless, sleepless, clogged up left nostril night&lt;br /&gt;I remember sleep&lt;br /&gt;And what a comfort it was&lt;br /&gt;But now all it does is leave me lacking&lt;br /&gt;Because even there these thoughts just won’t stop yacking&lt;br /&gt;So I, I hit the floor and on bruised knees start banging down your door.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit manifest your being&lt;br /&gt;Comfort this soul,&lt;br /&gt;So that I can start singing of that peaceful feeling that any minute now you’ll be bringing&lt;br /&gt;Grace grows in winter I am told&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what I want to hear right now, truth be known&lt;br /&gt;It’s you Father that I desire&lt;br /&gt;So put out this unholy fire&lt;br /&gt;And set ablaze me anew&lt;br /&gt;With a peace that comes only from you&lt;br /&gt;Where else can I turn and what else may I do? &lt;br /&gt;Here I am…&lt;br /&gt;Yours!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am…&lt;br /&gt;Yours!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am…&lt;br /&gt;Yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8337579799953541577-3579002388510103795?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/3579002388510103795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/3579002388510103795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-one-of-those-nights-bradley.html' title='Another One Of Those Nights- Bradley Hathaway'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-4005710881567306953</id><published>2008-10-30T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:58:59.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Am A Manly Man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was talking to Caitlyn the other day as she was listening to one of her favorite poets, Bradley Hathaway, and she told me about a poem he wrote called "I Am A Manly Man" and said it reminded her of me. At first I laughed and was like "Thaaaanks" and she defended herself against this sarcasm with "It's about how he can't grow a beard" and then it became "Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks." We had a good laugh and well it sat with me and I looked it up and listened to it and I'm not going to lie It reminds me of me. I thought it was worth posting. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don’t want my long hair, pretty green eyes, with ( no! I do not have on mascara. ) eyelashes, skinny figure, undersized t-shirt, hip shake too much when I walk confuse anybody. I am a manly man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this sissy frame, obviously rib laden chest lies a heart that beats to the drum of a native American ritual dancing wildness. It pumps an ever cascading supply of untamedness that a herd of wild mustangs have yet to grasp. If danger lurks about, I will seek it out. If adventure abounds, there I will be found. If a damsel be in distress, I will show her who is best. I am a manly man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t flush, and I leave the lid up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive a 1988 Ford Pick-up truck. Girls don’t break up with me, I break up with them first. ( Except the last time, it didn’t really work out like that… ) I don’t shave the hair on my face ( Because I still can’t grow facial hair yet… ) But when I can, I won’t, because beards are tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fart, burp, and spit when I want, not caring who’s nearby. Disrespect my momma, and I will punch you in the eye. I am a manly man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I? I tell my guy friends that I love ‘em. And sometimes, sometimes I even hug ‘em. Not because I’m gay, but because I love ‘em. And when I watched Bambi, I cried. And when my Mema gets mad, I still run and hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like David, I wanna be a man after God’s own heart. And I’m not there yet, but I’m past the start. And when people talk, I try to listen. A spirit of compassion, that’s my vision. Surely I am a manly man. I want to be loved and have love and give love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just that romantic kind either. Although I am looking for that beauty. &lt;br /&gt;Not helpless, but wants to be rescued. The damsel in distress, man, woman, myth, true. I will fight for her, climb the highest tower for her, love her, share with her, delight in her, be her warrior, her protector. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be my crown and I will be hers. My masculinity will be passed down and affirmed to my sons. And each of my daughters will know they are lovely, and deserving of authentic romance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society tells me all day long that I’ve defined manhood completely wrong. But you ask any honest man, and he will agree. You ask any honest woman, and she too will see, that I am a manly man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8337579799953541577-4005710881567306953?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/4005710881567306953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/4005710881567306953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-manly-man.html' title='&quot;I Am A Manly Man&quot;'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-806293739754733339</id><published>2008-10-29T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:21:11.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Sword I Was Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my God hold me fast this time&lt;div&gt;I fear I'm beginning to fall again&lt;div&gt;And now I'm looking (but never seeing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a Baal the shape of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hole in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever fitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never filling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always searching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never finding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was in front of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time is now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So grab a hold of this key &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And unlock this gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk the path &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh so narrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the tree on which my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was hung and torn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three nails and a crown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;held it there through the dark of day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and through the Sword I was born &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/8337579799953541577-806293739754733339?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/806293739754733339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/806293739754733339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/10/through-sword-i-was-born.html' title='Through The Sword I Was Born'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-8851624108460866166</id><published>2008-10-28T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:02:26.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Blessing</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about second blessing. I've been having conflicting thoughts about whether it's something I'm going to just receive, or if I'm supposed to be asking for it, or the scary thought of did I already receive it and just not know it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Commissioner Francis was speaking she touched on how she had been asking for it and bee told to wait and wait and wait. Until finally she went to the mercy seat and received it. She said she didn't have any noticeable change right away but the next morning when she awoke &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which is funny because often in scripture when there is a positive change it normally begins with early in the morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and knew she had been filled with the Holy Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I'm yet to receive cause I'm very excited about it. Pray for me that I would receive wisdom and revelation on the matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-8851624108460866166?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8851624108460866166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8851624108460866166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/10/second-blessing.html' title='Second Blessing'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-8569660425966396145</id><published>2008-10-12T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:42:07.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Peter 4 (The Message)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-12851" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1-2&lt;/span&gt;Since Jesus went through everything you're going through and more, learn to think like him. Think of your sufferings as a weaning from that old sinful habit of always expecting to get your own way. Then you'll be able to live out your days free to pursue what God wants instead of being tyrannized by what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-12852" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3-5&lt;/span&gt;You've already put in your time in that God-ignorant way of life, partying night after night, a drunken and profligate life. Now it's time to be done with it for good. Of course, your old friends don't understand why you don't join in with the old gang anymore. But you don't have to give an account to them. They're the ones who will be called on the carpet—and before God himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-12853" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;Listen to the Message. It was preached to those believers who are now dead, and yet even though they died (just as all people must), they will still get in on the life that God has given in Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-12854" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7-11&lt;/span&gt;Everything in the world is about to be wrapped up, so take nothing for granted. Stay wide-awake in prayer. Most of all, love each other as if your life depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything. Be quick to give a meal to the hungry, a bed to the homeless—cheerfully. Be generous with the different things God gave you, passing them around so all get in on it: if words, let it be God's words; if help, let it be God's hearty help. That way, God's bright presence will be evident in everything through Jesus, and he'll get all the credit as the One mighty in everything—encores to the end of time. Oh, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-12855" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12-13&lt;/span&gt;Friends, when life gets really difficult, don't jump to the conclusion that God isn't on the job. Instead, be glad that you are in the very thick of what Christ experienced. This is a spiritual refining process, with glory just around the corner.&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-12856" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;14-16&lt;/span&gt;If you're abused because of Christ, count yourself fortunate. It's the Spirit of God and his glory in you that brought you to the notice of others. If they're on you because you broke the law or disturbed the peace, that's a different matter. But if it's because you're a Christian, don't give it a second thought. Be proud of the distinguished status reflected in that name!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-12857" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;17-19&lt;/span&gt;It's judgment time for God's own family. We're first in line. If it starts with us, think what it's going to be like for those who refuse God's Message! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If good people barely make it, &lt;br /&gt;   What's in store for the bad?&lt;br /&gt;So if you find life difficult because you're doing what God said, take it in stride. Trust him. He knows what he's doing, and he'll keep on doing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am going to begin a fast quite soon so I would much appreciate support through prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-8569660425966396145?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8569660425966396145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8569660425966396145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-peter-4-message.html' title='1 Peter 4 (The Message)'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-3021370859802958547</id><published>2008-10-09T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:04:41.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion Of The Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Kill Sin While It's Pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Outward sin is only the manifestation of an inward oppression. Sin is developed within your heart and within your mind, and your mind is subject to whatever your eyes attach themselves to. Simply put, your mind goes where your eyes go, and your body goes where you mind goes. So if you'll let me I'm going to attempt to relate sin and abortion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sin is conceived much like a child. It begins small and you at first don't even acknowledge it's existence. But it slowly grows and develops and the more you stay within the sin the more you nurture it and allow it to grow. And over time it becomes this bump that everyone can clearly see. Eventually if you live in this continual sin you will birth this child and unfortunately will become attached to it (addictive pattern of continual sin) and feel the burden and weight of this new manifestation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So for once &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abortion&lt;/span&gt; is a positive solution. You need to stop sin at the root where it is conceived and pass the burden over to God. Through taking your thoughts captive and confession to God you can cleanse yourself of the filth that separates you from the love of the Father. Also be encouraged to confess to a brother or sister in Christ so you can pray off this burden and be in support for one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The covenant between you and the Father is eternal and it was fulfilled through the death of Christ who now sits at the right hand of the Lord and intercedes  for your sake. So don't feel held back when confessing and passing the burden because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is the only one who could ever take it in the first place&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holiness Is Abstinence.&lt;/span&gt; So be encouraged seek the Lord and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be born again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-3021370859802958547?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/3021370859802958547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/3021370859802958547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/10/abortion-of-mind.html' title='Abortion Of The Mind'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-8446807710494205139</id><published>2008-09-06T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:02:11.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Begin</title><content type='html'>Well this is it. I move out tomorrow and begin my life in Vancouver as a Conqueror for Christ. Pray for me that I won't lose the joy of the lord while I am in such a sad environment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-8446807710494205139?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8446807710494205139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8446807710494205139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-it-begin.html' title='Let It Begin'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-6122768975390965066</id><published>2008-08-29T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:26:32.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So Evangeline and I were talking and she and I decided it's time I took a minute to slow down and listen to God. So I'm writing down the Questions And The Answers so you can be included and encouraged to do the same. Feel free to use these questions, I didn't come up with them so go wild...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What's grieving you these days? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That the shortage of rice in the world is suddenly a big deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's enough food to feed the world and you've known that for a long time give my people more than rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What's exciting you these days? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The youth are catching on to what I'm saying at a young age all over the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They are going to make great changes in the world you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What do you like about me? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your passion and excitement for getting the people that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;surround you excited and passionate for me. You inspire them to go deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What do you see when you look at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A mighty warrior, in a timid demeanor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When was the last time you wept over me? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The night when 8 boys turned to me because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you showed them who I am. I am proud of you my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When was the last time you laughed over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The fashion show at camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If you could meet me anywhere face-to-face, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The fort in the Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If my heart is your home, what does that home look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;An underground tunnel, with candles for light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are many corridors and dark hallways but they all lead to the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If you could play a game with me, what would it be? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gallon Challenge, "CIRCLE BANG!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-6122768975390965066?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/6122768975390965066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/6122768975390965066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/08/slowing-down.html' title='Slowing Down'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-6002270920475706934</id><published>2008-07-09T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:34:21.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joy Once Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In reference to July 8th/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Monday's are there to make Tuesday better..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Andy West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So on Tuesday afternoon during debriefing of VBS, we talked about how amazing the day went. It was much smoother and the kids responded way better, it was organized but we still had wiggle room to fit everything in without feeling rushed. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;best VBS day I have ever experienced. I started out the day with a soccer camp and I got to know the kids a lot better through that and then we went inside and I played the character of "Crush". A surfing instructor that says "dude!" a lot and it was great. I got to goof around and act silly and come up with things for the kids to do and then we went right into some great songs from camp which the kids love. After I got changed out of my costume I played guitar for the worship songs which was super fun! And then from there we split into groups and 3 times that day I got to hang out with different age groups and teach them about JESUS which is a feeling you can't describe. It's the most energetic and joyful feeling when you have their attention and are telling them just how amazing he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so glad that God really put it on my heart to take on bible this year because I don't think I would be enjoying myself as much if I were a group leader. He really has taken some unwelcome feelings and turned them into something great. I thank the Lord for his Joy and Peace that I am feeling now which I haven't for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-6002270920475706934?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/6002270920475706934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/6002270920475706934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/07/joy-once-forgotten.html' title='A Joy Once Forgotten'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-1794207583945405713</id><published>2008-06-16T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:34:06.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday//June//16th//08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;So it has been a really long time since my last blog and in all honesty it's because I lack the self discipline to sit down and write (that is so pathetic, I hate it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is going to be a different blog than usual just because it's late, i'm sick, my allergies are going nuts, and I haven't slept very well or much lately, so this is just going to be a sum up of my life lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I had a wizard time in xlr8 and I love that community so much and I look forward to my future with them. During that weekend Jevans informed me that I am invited to TWC and so my next year will be devoted there and I'm really excited about that. I don't know how I'll handle it but God spoke to me through Tom Freeman and I was instructed to Never Loose Joy. So that'll be my focus going in and this blog will help me to remember it. I also have now be enrolled as a senior soldier of the Salvation Army and I'm humbled to be serving God in that way. Pray that he will guide me and never let me out of his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So ya that's my life spiritually so far. In the secular world I am pleased to inform you all that tomorrow will officially be my last full day of school and then I will have one exam the day after and that is the end for me. I don't know how I feel about it to be honest...I'm in a way just excepting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So friday I will be heading up to camp with Ethan and I plan on being in a constant state of bliss from that point on until the summer ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the business world I am making some big steps with the shirt business and I am soon to speak with Ethan and then we will be globally available through a website called DistrictLines.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So ya that's my life in a nutshell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Blessings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-1794207583945405713?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/1794207583945405713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/1794207583945405713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/06/mondayjune16th08.html' title='Monday//June//16th//08'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-8657265341133021652</id><published>2008-04-09T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:35:34.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take These Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take these lips and free this tongue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mute no more I will empty these lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We will sing to you a new song O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Silent no more we will sing as One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Raise the banner on a bare hilltop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blast the trumpets! Shake the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shout aloud children of Zion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For He has come down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We will cry out to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Until the sound becomes hoarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The joy of the Lord replaces remorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-8657265341133021652?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8657265341133021652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/8657265341133021652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-these-lips.html' title='Take These Lips'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-2987905344312558474</id><published>2008-04-06T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:36:12.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Society Or Sanctity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"We have lost sight... of the relationship... and we've made church a practice instead of a relationship, when out of this relationship comes power to change... to operate in miracles and to operate in wonders... and everyone in this building tonight is called to demonstrate heaven on earth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Leeland Mooring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are a people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; with the freedom to do as we wish and practice what we believe without any real danger. I pity us because of this choice, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we have chosen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; from God and we've made him something we do when it's convenient. I also pity pastors, teachers, mentors, and leaders because they have the difficult job of trying to stir up hearts into a movement each week, and it only gets harder as time goes on. There really is only this choice that they can leave you with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Disciple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do-gooder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe that we have stopped striving for holiness in this generation because we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; the fear of the Lord. He created us and he has the power to take away our lives at any second that he wills it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To fear the Lord is wisdom and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. It says it right in the scriptures Google it! There are rewards to righteousness and we should be watching our steps because God is always watching and he knows what we are capable of in comparison to what were actually doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so sick of living the life of a do-gooder. I'm so tired of living a half life between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;society and sanctity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. I don't want to put holiness as a side project, I don't want to put education before salvation. I want to live as a full time disciple of Christ.  I want to walk in holiness, breath righteousness, speak in honesty and conviction. I want to be filled with zealousness and pour it over others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God has given us all gifts and we have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to do miraculous things. But we are not concentrated enough on God or listening enough to hear what he has to say. When we open ourselves up to a relationship with God he moves in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and we grow closer to him. But the thing is that this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; be a choice because as soon as you can comprehend that Jesus died for you and that you can now freely speak to God directly that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;calls upon us to demonstrate heaven on earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So make a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-2987905344312558474?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/2987905344312558474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/2987905344312558474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/04/society-or-sanctity.html' title='Society Or Sanctity'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-3282046363533890018</id><published>2008-04-03T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:37:26.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight! Fight. Fight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"If when slaves find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and tradesmen make fortunes, and kindred, or friends or neighbours are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; from some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;threatened calamity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, it is allowable to go mad with joy and to express it by hiring music, and beating drums, and letting off fireworks, and shouting till hoarse, and everybody says that is all right, then by the same rule, if you please, and whether please or no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are the slaves who now have our freedom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; who have made our fortune, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; are the men who have seen our kindred and friends and neighbours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; from damnation; and therefore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we have a right to be merry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;General William Booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wake Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! How is it that we find ourselves so asleep? Our eyes are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so focused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; on the problems of society and how we should be attacking them that we forget to rejoice of the miracles of everyday! As a Salvationist I find it disturbing that we have lost sight of the Joy of Salvation for the lost! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We started out with a great idea! Head first with the proclomation of War! Fighting for God full strength and hitting Satan hard with relentless blows! But we have calloused ourselves into Soldiers that fight because that was merely the command we were given. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgotten is our true mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I do not claim this as truth for all Salvationists but in all honesty, as a perceptive young disciple of Christ I desire something more and I don't feel support from my corps, in fact I feel resistance. We have become to comfortable with where we are and we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to be disturbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You need to ask yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(and ask God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; if you fight out of love for Jesus? Out of heartbreak for the lost? For the coming kingdom? or do you fight out of a feeling of duty? Responsibility? or even because that was your up bringing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just because your heart is not in the right place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; mean you shouldn't stop fighting. You have the spirit of God in you and he will use you regardless but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you need a reality check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Maybe step back for a while, straighten yourself out, rest, and then rejoin the fight. But make sure that you are 100% honest with yourself and be alert and aware to what God is telling you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wait on God. Be Still. Listen. Let God Talk To You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remind yourself that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a playful God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. He rejoices when his son or daughter has turned back to him and come home. His heart leaps when we talk to him. He is filled joy when we listen to Him and say we love Him. He loves us more than we can comprehend, and we need to remember that and tap into the Joy of our Father! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you worship really concentrate on connecting yourself with the heart of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;refilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;renewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;refreshed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; by his spirit so you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;rejoin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; the fight at full strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-3282046363533890018?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/3282046363533890018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/3282046363533890018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/04/fight-fight-fight.html' title='Fight! Fight. Fight?'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-2040497806933890233</id><published>2008-03-02T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:37:45.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/R8tZcwIFPpI/AAAAAAAAABg/uu29e3RUt_Y/s1600-h/TWLOHA_by_Lady_Luck13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/R8tZcwIFPpI/AAAAAAAAABg/uu29e3RUt_Y/s200/TWLOHA_by_Lady_Luck13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173326947455155858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-indent:.5in;line-height:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-indent:.5in;line-height:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God has been beating me over the head, so to speak, with the fact that I need to put my faith in him and trust that he will provide for me. The things I'm looking for will never last or ever be found at all. Things like love can never last because we are always looking for it in the wrong places. Things like lust cloud our judgment and make us feel as though that's what love is supposed to feel like. So what is love? How do you even begin explain the concept of love? And how do you find it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-indent:.5in;line-height:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know how. But what I did was ask myself how can I truly love someone if I don't even know what love is? The only way to know love is to be loved. And God loved us first so I went to scripture.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-indent:.5in;line-height:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails..." 1 Corinthians 13:4-8  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-indent:.5in;line-height:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To put this into context, I am going to compare the way I have loved people to what the bible says I should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-When it comes to love I am often impatient.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I have found that when it comes to kindness, I have been lacking. My words are definitely a weapon and I am practicing on keeping my thoughts captive and holding my tongue.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I envy the things my friends have that I do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - I have not boasted or have worn love with pride. If anything I'm shy and embarrassed about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Without a doubt I have been rude. The things I have done, thought about, and said have been mean and degrading and I apologize to anyone I've hurt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*- This is the biggest problem I face. Love for me has always been self-seeking. "How can it benefit me?" Not once have I thought about others when facing a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- As far as easily angered I would I'm more frustrated than angry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Keeping record of wrongs. Also a huge problem, I have trouble letting things go (thankfully I'm working on it). I can remember things done to me and still get upset about it. It is not a good thing.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I am going to make an exchange. All of my heart for all of His glory. But for this to happen, for Him to fill me up to the point of overflowing, I have to get rid of all the things in my life that are bringing me down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"How can you fill a glass up with water if its already half full of orange juice?"- Michael Collins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; From this point I am going to make a conscious effort to stay away from the things that aren't helping me get closer to God so that I can know His love. I'm going to put my faith in Him and trust that he will find love for me. If he knows me better than I know myself than it will be easy for Him to find love for me and I will be able to recognize it because I know what love is because I know his love for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-2040497806933890233?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/2040497806933890233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/2040497806933890233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-love_02.html' title='What Is Love?'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/R8tZcwIFPpI/AAAAAAAAABg/uu29e3RUt_Y/s72-c/TWLOHA_by_Lady_Luck13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-1102536856204641410</id><published>2008-01-21T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:38:08.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XXXChurch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As of late I have been battling the temptation of pornography more and more. For a time it was pretty bad, but I have definitely been harsh convicted to stop. How can I even possibly come to fighting against sex trafficking if I fuel it in my secret shame? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thankfully God gave me a way out. He managed to direct me to this website called www.xxxchurch.com where the people running this site are all dedicated to stopping the pornography trade. They go to porn shows and conventions and hand out bibles and set up booths and just straight up evangelize face to face with people. I think that what they're doing is really cool because it's fighting against human trafficking in a different way. By stopping people from their porn addiction it eradicates all the desires to get caught up in buying and selling people. This is not what I wanted to talk about though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So as I was browsing this website I came across a program called X3 Watch. X3 Watch recognizes and records on your computer every porn site you have visited within the week, 2 weeks, or 3 weeks and then sends that information to your accountability partners email address. What a great way to keep accountable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After downloading this program I went to my church and asked to speak with all the the guys in my class after listening prayer, and I told them all about this program and that it's a great way to hold me accountable as well as them if they have an addiction too without feeling embarrassed because as a body of christ if one of us is suffering we all need to take hold of what's going on and build each other up. And to my surprise I know have 8 or 9 guys holding me accountable as well as me being there for them, and even more of a surprise....they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;excited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't even describe how impressed I am with the guys in my younger aged friends group at my church. They are getting a great head start on hearing God's voice and being there for one another as a body of Christ. They don't even realize how great of friends they are yet or how much stronger there relationships will be after this. I am so excited for the future. Youth inspired youth! How freaking rad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-1102536856204641410?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/1102536856204641410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/1102536856204641410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/01/xxxchurch.html' title='XXXChurch'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-1837930155771075007</id><published>2008-01-14T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:38:29.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of The Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mission from my mentor Michael Collins this week was to go out and tell three people about the coming of the kingdom. People who don't know about Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's actually not as easy as it seems to just go out and simply tell people about the end of what we know and the coming of something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is something greater awaiting. This age is coming to an end and there is no denying it. There is going to be a war like no other. A war in the physical and spiritual side of things. In the physical side there is going to be blood spilt and nuclear missiles devastating families, towns, cities, regions, countries; It goes on and on. No one knows the time at which point this will happen not even the angels in heaven. But when all this happens Jesus is going to return to us at a time when we don't expect and he shall return in such amazing power that all nations will know that he is King and that God alone is Judge. But this isn't going to stop the fighting, when Jesus returns man and his army will try to fight against him physically. And when all this is finished God will come to us and reign on his throne over all peoples and nations will stream to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This makes our job very important. We need to fight for Justice, Truth, Hope, Love, Peace, and Salvation for the lost souls in this world. The kingdom is coming for them, the one who loves them is coming for them and we need to proclaim this to everyone because there is coming a time of Peace.  There will be a new heaven and a new earth and there will be love stronger than you can possibly imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We need to FIGHT!! For Every Soul!! As Long As There Is Darkness In The World We Need To Be Out Searching Equipped With The Light Of The World To Find And Save The Lost!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-1837930155771075007?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/1837930155771075007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/1837930155771075007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-age.html' title='The End Of The Age'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-739381862959766434</id><published>2008-01-03T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:38:57.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/juno-poster2-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/juno-poster2-big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So tonight I went to see the movie Juno and I loved it. A great movie all around easily one of my favourites of all time. Witty, Funny, Smart, Sad, Happy, Awkward at times, and an excellent message in the end. Love Never Fails. No matter how things look there's always a way to work things out if you Truly love someone. No one ever said that love is easy and in no way am I saying that I understand love and can give advice. But there is also a difference between being IN love and loving someone.  If you want to understand what love is just read 1 Corinthians 13 and let the One who loved us first unconditionally teach you and just ask the Holy Spirit to speak to your heart about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-739381862959766434?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/739381862959766434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/739381862959766434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/01/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337579799953541577.post-9164016489332610624</id><published>2008-01-02T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:39:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabloids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/R3yRvpk7-yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c9mEDiKH6-M/s1600-h/__Jesus_Is_Not_A_Lie_by_JohnnyMayhem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/R3yRvpk7-yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c9mEDiKH6-M/s320/__Jesus_Is_Not_A_Lie_by_JohnnyMayhem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151152321605663522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today as I was in the grocery store I noticed a tabloid on the shelf with a picture of a statue of Jesus Christ and the caption said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2008 Is the Final Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the End is Coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Curious. I wondered to myself, "I wonder who this supposed prophet is who proclaims this message of the end?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mark 13 vs 32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"No one knows about the day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Be on guard! Be Alert! You do not know when that time will come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The person that has proclaimed this message sends out false messages of the end of the final age of man. He is not wrong of the message but it IS really misinterpreted. The TRUTH is that the end is coming and nation will rise against nation but that does not signify the end. The end of the age is nearing but there is a new kingdom rising. A kingdom of new youth. A kingdom of Peace and Justice and Love. There will be one Judge, one Ruler, one Kingdom, and only one Worthy of All Love and Praise. And there is but One Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He Came. He Died. He Rose. He's Coming Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8337579799953541577-9164016489332610624?l=deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/9164016489332610624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337579799953541577/posts/default/9164016489332610624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathisnotwelcomehere.blogspot.com/2008/01/tabloids.html' title='Tabloids'/><author><name>The Lord's Arrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859164831765002201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/ScWSDVNgrKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_yrBBlnkVB8/S220/raw+1+059-vert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J8UnHQhF940/R3yRvpk7-yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c9mEDiKH6-M/s72-c/__Jesus_Is_Not_A_Lie_by_JohnnyMayhem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
