<?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-37203205</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:13:12.083-08:00</updated><category term='an Egg'/><category term='&quot;Hiding the Light&quot;'/><category term='A Carrot'/><category term='The Weaver&apos;s hand'/><category term='What&apos;s your goal?'/><category term='and a Cup of Coffee...'/><category term='The Foolishness of God'/><category term='God... Hungry?'/><category term='Do I live?'/><category term='My Name is Pride.'/><title type='text'>The Blessed Hope</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-754140023371185649</id><published>2008-03-28T04:03:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:41.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/R-zm39PRA_I/AAAAAAAAABw/4UIJaZGNswk/s1600-h/Feed_My_Sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182771120202384370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/R-zm39PRA_I/AAAAAAAAABw/4UIJaZGNswk/s200/Feed_My_Sheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;That I might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saveded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt; Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bogoni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna my daughter on her fourth birthday, after being asked to "say a prayer" before blowing out her candle said she asked Jesus, &lt;em&gt;"That I might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saveded&lt;/span&gt; this year." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God answered her prayer.&lt;/em&gt; Not only has she given her heart--- weeping before the LORD...Grace and Ethan have too...We've had them all pray the prayer of salvation in the past week! What a wonderful Saviour! I marvel at seeing my children not only going to the altar but really worshipping before God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Psa&lt;/span&gt; 8:2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mightest&lt;/span&gt; still the enemy and the avenger. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mat 21:16 And said unto him, Hearest thou what these say? And Jesus saith unto them, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yea; have ye never read, Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-754140023371185649?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/754140023371185649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=754140023371185649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/754140023371185649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/754140023371185649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-i-might-be-saveded.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/R-zm39PRA_I/AAAAAAAAABw/4UIJaZGNswk/s72-c/Feed_My_Sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-7943720208903423264</id><published>2008-01-18T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:41:03.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To Be A Friend&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pro 18:24) &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A man [that hath] friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend [that] sticketh closer than a brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sharing an email sent to me from a friend. I thought this was an excellent reminder of how one life, sensitive and concerned can greatly affect others. I'm not sure who the original author is. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, when I was a freshman in high school,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.&lt;br /&gt;His name was Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like he was carrying all of his books.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?&lt;br /&gt;He must really be a nerd.'&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.&lt;br /&gt;They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are rude. '&lt;br /&gt;They really should get lives.&lt;br /&gt;' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'&lt;br /&gt;There was a big smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.&lt;br /&gt;He said he had gone to private school before now.&lt;br /&gt;I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.&lt;br /&gt;We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.&lt;br /&gt;He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends&lt;br /&gt;He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle,&lt;br /&gt;the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!&lt;br /&gt;' He just laughed and handed me half the books.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;When we were seniors we began to think about college.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.&lt; ; BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle was valedictorian of our class.&lt;br /&gt;I teased him all the time about being a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;He had to prepare a speech for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day, I saw Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;He looked great.&lt;br /&gt;He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.&lt;br /&gt;He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.&lt;br /&gt;He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, sometimes I was jealous!&lt;br /&gt;today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;I could see that he was nervous about his speech.&lt;br /&gt;So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;' Thanks,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began&lt;br /&gt;'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...&lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you a story.'&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.&lt;br /&gt;He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.&lt;br /&gt;He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.&lt;br /&gt;'Thankfully, I was saved.&lt;br /&gt;My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'&lt;br /&gt;I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.&lt;br /&gt;I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.&lt;br /&gt;Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;With one small gesture you can change a person's life.&lt;br /&gt;For better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.&lt;br /&gt;Look for God in others.&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to your friends .&lt;br /&gt;'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;From JohnWesley's daily list for personal holiness; &lt;em&gt;regarding friends&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Am I making friends for God's glory or for my own blessings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When did I last speak to someone with the object in view of trying to win them to Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Am I proud? Do I thank God that I am not as other people,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;like the Pharisee who despised the publican?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Is there ANYBODY&lt;/em&gt; I dislike (&lt;em&gt;other than the devil&lt;/em&gt;) disown,criticize, or disregard? If so, what am I doing about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone else wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You tell on yourself by the friends you seek&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the very manner in which you speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the way you employ your leisure time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the use you make of dollar and dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You tell what you are by the things you wear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the spirit in which you burdens bear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the kind of things at which you laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the records you play on the phonograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You tell what you are by the way you walk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the things of which you delight to talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the manner in which you bear defeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By so simple a thing as how you eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By the books you choose from the well-filled shelf:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In these ways and more, you tell on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;---Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-7943720208903423264?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/7943720208903423264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=7943720208903423264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/7943720208903423264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/7943720208903423264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-be-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-8231783579184634531</id><published>2007-12-04T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:36:42.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Our God is a "Glorious Intruder" ---I read the following and thought I'd share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Glorious Intruder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;by Joni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Earekson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God is an intruder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He encroaches, presumes,invades, and infringes. He crashes the party. Tears aside curtains. Throws open locked doors. Hits the light switch in a dark room.God pulls the fire alarm in stuffy sacrosanct hallways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He intruded primeval chaos and brought forth light, beauty, order, and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He presumed upon the life of a middle aged man in the town of Ur, and brought forth a nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He trespassed on the cozy security of the Canaanites, smug behind their walls of stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He advanced upon the lofty chambers of Kings with finger wagging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; old Prophets who called down judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unwelcome&lt;/span&gt; guest at Belshazzar's feast, writing doom on the wall while the revelers gagged on their wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God intruded the Womb of a virgin. He stormed Satan's kingdom on a Christmas night in Bethlehem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He talked out of turn in Galilee with words "...that no man spoke before." He crashed temple courtyards, overturning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tables and&lt;/span&gt; kicking commerce out the door with a strong arm and a whip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God overstepped the realm of death itself, stealing it's banner and crushing it's lord. And in the most Holy place of the temple, He audaciously tore the veil from top to bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end He, will once again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intervene&lt;/span&gt; in history, judging the nations, banishing sin and death, setting His throne upon earth as He rules in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is a glorious intruder in my life, my thoughts, my pain, sorrow and brokenness. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do but marvel in speechless wonder at our powerful and Almighty God--who, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;incidentally&lt;/span&gt;, has every right to intrude?&lt;br /&gt;After all, can the owner of the house really "intrude" when He sets his foot inside His own&lt;br /&gt;door? Can a King be tabbed "interfering" when he visits the subjects of His own realm? Can a craftsman be thought a "Trespasser"when He wraps His fingers around His own stick of wood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, an intruder? From His perspective, NEVER! From our point of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt;? It happens all the time. Whether He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;encroaches&lt;/span&gt; with a gentle, subtle reminder or in sudden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; judgement. .. .&lt;br /&gt;We dare not think that God is absent or daydreaming. The do-nothing God. He's not tucked away in some far corner of the universe, uncaring, unfeeling, unthinking. . .uninvolved. Count on it---God intrudes in glorious and myriad ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank His Holy Name He does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you have a blessed Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with the presence of The Glorious Intruder!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bogoni&lt;/span&gt; Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-8231783579184634531?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/8231783579184634531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=8231783579184634531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/8231783579184634531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/8231783579184634531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-our-god-is-glorious.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-752619402991488698</id><published>2007-11-26T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:41.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/R0u2zrGnqxI/AAAAAAAAABk/HbJRJPQQyd0/s1600-h/iphead1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137400798806256402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/R0u2zrGnqxI/AAAAAAAAABk/HbJRJPQQyd0/s200/iphead1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Ch 7:14 &lt;em&gt;If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 23:12 &lt;em&gt;And whosoever shall exalt himself shall be abased; and he that shall humble himself shall be exalted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 4:6 But he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;giveth&lt;/span&gt; more grace. Wherefore he saith, God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resisteth&lt;/span&gt; the proud, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;giveth&lt;/span&gt; grace unto the humble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 4:10 Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'After crosses and losses, men grow humbler and wiser.' -- Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The opposite of humility is pride. Pride is an irreverence of God, and His grace, it is the root of original sin--First in Lucifer and then in mankind.  Here are some more thoughts from which the sin of pride can be revealed. Again from one of my favorite books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calvary Love&lt;br /&gt;by Amy Carmichael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I belittle those whom I am called to serve, talk of their weak points in contrast perhaps with what I think of as my strong points; if I adopt a superior attitude, forgetting "Who made thee to differ? And what hast thou that thou hast not received?" then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can enjoy a joke at the expense of another; if I can in any way slight another in conversation, or even in thought, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can write an unkind letter, speak an unkind word, think an unkind thought without grief and shame, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do not feel far more for the grieved Savior than for my worried self when troublesome things occur, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can rebuke without a pang, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am afraid to speak the truth, lest I lose affection, or lest the one concerned should say, "You do not understand," or because I fear to lose my reputation for kindness; if I put my own good name before the other's highest good, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am content to heal a hurt slightly, saying "Peace, peace," where there is no peace; if I forget the poignant word "Let love be without dissimulation" and blunt the edge of truth, speaking not right things but smooth things, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hold on to choices of any kind, just because they are my choice, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I myself dominate myself, if my thoughts revolve round myself, if I am so occupied with myself I rarely have "a heart at leisure from itself," then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, the moment I am conscious of the shadow of self crossing my threshold, I do not shut the door, and keep that door shut, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot in honest happiness take the second place (or the twentieth); if I cannot take the first without making a fuss about my unworthiness, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take offense easily, if I am content to continue in a cool unfriendliness, though friendship be possible, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel injured when another lays to my charge things that I know not, forgetting that my sinless Savior trod this path to the end, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel bitter toward those who condemn me, as it seems to me, unjustly, forgetting that if they knew me as I know myself they would condemn me much more, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the praise of others elates me and their blame depresses me; if I cannot rest under misunderstanding without defending myself; if I love to be loved more than to love, to be served more than to serve, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I crave hungrily to be used to show the way of liberty to a soul in bondage, instead of caring only that it be delivered; if I nurse my disappointment when I fail, instead of asking that to another the word of release may be given, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do not forget about such a trifle as personal success, so that it never crosses my mind, or if it does, is never given room there; if the cup of flattery tastes sweet to me, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in the fellowship of service I seek to attach a friend to myself, so that others are caused to feel unwanted; if my friendships do not draw others deeper in, but are ungenerous (to myself, for myself), then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I slip into the place that can be filled by Christ alone, making myself the first necessity to a soul instead of leading it to fasten upon Him, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my interest in the work of others is cool; if I think in terms of my own special work; if the burdens of others are not my burdens too, and their joys mine, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wonder why something trying is allowed, and press for prayer that it may be removed; if I cannot be trusted with any disappointment, and cannot go on in peace under any mystery, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I covet any place on earth but the dust at the foot of the Cross, then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which I know not, teach Thou me, O Lord, my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Carmichael, "Calvary Love," from If, by Dohnavur Fellowship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-752619402991488698?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/752619402991488698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=752619402991488698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/752619402991488698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/752619402991488698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/11/2ch-714-if-my-people-which-are-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/R0u2zrGnqxI/AAAAAAAAABk/HbJRJPQQyd0/s72-c/iphead1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-2775888561591293006</id><published>2007-11-02T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:41.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/RysIxghmjqI/AAAAAAAAABM/YgDedWJMB1M/s1600-h/faithful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128202247328927394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/RysIxghmjqI/AAAAAAAAABM/YgDedWJMB1M/s200/faithful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lord, let my life be one of example that others can follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;leading in the footsteps of Christ my Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;that I may say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; things that you have both learned, and received, and heard and seen in me do: and the God of truth shall be with you" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Philippians 4:9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let my life reflect thy word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my countenance be always heaven turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hold me fast by loves' strong cord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tune my heart to hear and to learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-2775888561591293006?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/2775888561591293006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=2775888561591293006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/2775888561591293006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/2775888561591293006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/11/lord-let-my-life-be-one-of-example-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/RysIxghmjqI/AAAAAAAAABM/YgDedWJMB1M/s72-c/faithful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-3451278991292804748</id><published>2007-10-23T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:41.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I live?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Esse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vederi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The other day while helping my daughter on a school project I learned the Motto for the State of North Carolina. It provoked and inspired me in regards to the importance of my t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/Rx695oiWdYI/AAAAAAAAABE/2gFbNM53KZI/s1600-h/pictures_of_jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124742223825892738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="143" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/Rx695oiWdYI/AAAAAAAAABE/2gFbNM53KZI/s200/pictures_of_jesus.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;estimony and the impact that each real Christian &lt;strong&gt;should have&lt;/strong&gt; on the world around them. I know the Lord Jesus as my personal Saviour today-- because God sent real Christians into my life many years ago; &lt;em&gt;Christians who lived what they professed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem in memory of the woman instrumental in leading me to the Lord called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If my mom or sisters read this: This is the poem I wrote about Mrs. Stiles )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Reflection of His Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When I first met you&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I knew&lt;br /&gt;There was something different about you&lt;br /&gt;Something that radiated from deep within&lt;br /&gt;You didn't waste your words&lt;br /&gt;As you gratefully confided,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Because my Lord has saved me from my sins --&lt;br /&gt;I have great joy and peace inside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Astonished at your boldness&lt;br /&gt;I knew not what to say&lt;br /&gt;But Oh, why did my heart tug so--&lt;br /&gt;When I heard you pray&lt;br /&gt;As I grew to know you&lt;br /&gt;I could plainly see&lt;br /&gt;You lived your life to please&lt;br /&gt;Him who'd made you free&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with Him so real&lt;br /&gt;His Awesome presence I'd always feel&lt;br /&gt;when time with you I spent&lt;br /&gt;Your shining example&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of Our Saviour's Face&lt;br /&gt;Was the ray of light that was shone&lt;br /&gt;To bring me to His grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I have wondered, &lt;em&gt;"Lord, do I reflect you to others as she did to me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;The North&lt;/span&gt; Carolina State motto is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Esse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Quam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vederi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(To be rather than to seem)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather BE a dedicated christian--than to SEEM like one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather BE a godly wife and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;help-meet&lt;/span&gt; to my husband than to SEEM like one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather BE a godly mother than to seem like one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather BE concerned for the lost, the hurting, the dying--than to seem to care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The list could go on! It all stems from the two commands that Jesus said, ". . . &lt;em&gt;on these two hang all the law and the prophets... To Love the Lord Thy God with all thy heart(not in word only but in deed and truth). . . and thy neighbor as thyself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The missionary Hudson Taylor in concern for souls said,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inconsistencies&lt;/span&gt; of Christian people who while professing to believe their Bibles were yet content to live just as they would if there were no such Book, had been one of the strongest arguments of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt; companions."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good question to ask myself is, &lt;em&gt;"Do I live what I profess?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a difference between profession and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;em&gt;"Oh, Lord let my life be totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;possessed&lt;/span&gt; by You!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our lives affect (good or bad) many more people than we realize. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mat 5:20 For I say unto you, That except your righteousness shall exceed [the righteousness] of the scribes and Pharisees, ye shall in no case enter into the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat 23:1 -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then spake Jesus to the multitude, and to his disciples, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The scribes and the Pharisees sit in Moses' seat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All therefore whatsoever they bid you observe, [that] observe and do; but do not ye after their works: for they say, and do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 Microsoft Encarta Encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-3451278991292804748?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/3451278991292804748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=3451278991292804748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/3451278991292804748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/3451278991292804748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/10/esse-quam-vederi-other-day-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/Rx695oiWdYI/AAAAAAAAABE/2gFbNM53KZI/s72-c/pictures_of_jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-1284137338246403787</id><published>2007-10-18T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:16:00.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-1284137338246403787?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/1284137338246403787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=1284137338246403787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/1284137338246403787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/1284137338246403787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-to-sonific-amy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-7269753702536778116</id><published>2007-10-10T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T04:33:28.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a few quotes from one of my favorite books. "IF" by Amy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charmichael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the praise of men elates me and his blame depresses me; if I cannot rest under misunderstanding without defending myself;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;If I love to be loved more than to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be served more than to serve,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then I know nothing of Calvary love." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a sudden jar can cause me to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;an impatient, unloving word,&lt;br /&gt;then I know nothing of Calvary Love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For a cup full of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted. James 1:26 3:2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say, "Yes, I forgive, but I cannot forget,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as though the God,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who twice a day washes all the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sands on all the shores &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of all the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could not wash such memories from my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then I know nothing of Calvary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-7269753702536778116?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/7269753702536778116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=7269753702536778116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/7269753702536778116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/7269753702536778116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/10/heres-few-quotes-from-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-6953524377205163645</id><published>2007-09-20T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:03:42.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord, keep my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and my lips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and I many years ago memorized the following scripture together. I still pray this word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Psa 19:14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other thoughts on the tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro 16:1&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The preparations of the heart in man, and the answer of the tongue, [is] from the LORD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro 18:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Death and life [are] in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pro 31:26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue [is] the law of kindness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pro 21:23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoso keepeth his mouth and his tongue keepeth his soul from troubles&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you are tempted to reveal&lt;br /&gt;A tale to you someone has told&lt;br /&gt;About another, make it pass,&lt;br /&gt;Before you speak, three gates of gold.&lt;br /&gt;These narrow gates: First, "Is it true?"&lt;br /&gt;Then, "Is it needful?"&lt;br /&gt;In your mind&lt;br /&gt;Give a truthful answer.&lt;br /&gt;And the next&lt;br /&gt;Is last and narrowest, "Is it kind?"&lt;br /&gt;And if to reach your lips at last&lt;br /&gt;It passes through these gateways three,&lt;br /&gt;Then you may tell the tale,&lt;br /&gt;nor fear&lt;br /&gt;What the result of speech may be.&lt;br /&gt;---Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-6953524377205163645?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/6953524377205163645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=6953524377205163645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/6953524377205163645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/6953524377205163645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/09/lord-keep-my-heart-and-my-lips-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-8810000447982479300</id><published>2007-09-15T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:20:26.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear friends who read this blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please pray for my son, Nathanial. Our youngest  child is really sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks, Sis. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-8810000447982479300?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/8810000447982479300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=8810000447982479300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/8810000447982479300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/8810000447982479300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/09/please-pray-dear-friends-who-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-8667255603670004177</id><published>2007-09-14T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:41.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/Rup80tLh1CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cfArx4KTrM4/s1600-h/loving_sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110033972128240674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/Rup80tLh1CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cfArx4KTrM4/s320/loving_sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture reminds me of my girls.  :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-8667255603670004177?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/8667255603670004177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=8667255603670004177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/8667255603670004177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/8667255603670004177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-picture-reminds-me-of-my-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/Rup80tLh1CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cfArx4KTrM4/s72-c/loving_sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-1591052378135987534</id><published>2007-09-03T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T03:30:42.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s your goal?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;My Goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pastor, a few weeks ago shared with me " a thought" that keeps coming to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;He who stands before GOD&lt;/strong&gt;, is not afraid to stand before men." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It reminded me of Joseph, Daniel, Elijah, Esther...and many other Biblical examples of men and women who loved God and served HIM --&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at any cost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 8:13 Sanctify the Lord of hosts himself; and [let] him [be] your fear, and [let] him [be] your dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jer 5:22 Fear ye not me? saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand [for] the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 59:19 So shall they fear the name of the LORD from the west, and his glory from the rising of the sun. When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the LORD shall lift up a standard against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro 29:25 &lt;strong&gt;The fear of man&lt;/strong&gt; bringeth a snare: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but whoso putteth his trust in the LORD shall be safe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"God being who He is must always be sought for Himself, never as a means toward something else." "Whoever seeks God as a means toward desired ends will not find God. The mighty God, the maker of heaven and earth, will not be one of many treasures, not even the chief of all treasures. He will be all in all or He will be nothing. God will not be used." &lt;/span&gt;A.W. Tozer-- Man the Dwelling Place of God, 56-57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us! I love the following poem. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My goal is God Himself, not joy nor peace;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor even blessing, but Himself, my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; His to lead me there, not mine but His...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any cost, dear Lord, by any road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So faith bounds forward to its goal in God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and love can trust her Lord to lead her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upheld by Him, my soul is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foll'wing&lt;/span&gt; hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter if the way be sometimes dark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter though the cost be oft-times great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knoweth&lt;/span&gt; how I best shall reach the mark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that leads to Him must needs be straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know, I cannot say Him nay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do, I press on towards my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, my Glory here from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the glory there, my Great Reward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Frederick Brook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-1591052378135987534?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/1591052378135987534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=1591052378135987534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/1591052378135987534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/1591052378135987534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-goal-my-goal-is-god-himself-not-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-1116996857382792106</id><published>2007-08-08T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:13:02.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“Thank you for the Whipping?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Grace (7) gave my husband and me a cute card the other day.&lt;br /&gt;It read, “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. I like to have fun with you. I wish you a happy Anniversary. You are a blessing Mother and Father. I love you. I thank you for my toys and thank you for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wippen&lt;/span&gt;’s.&lt;br /&gt;My heart, Grace”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile, and think how true that statement was…Because we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; loved her we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; corrected her when she’s been wrong. She has the personality of her Daddy, loves to talk to people, has never known a stranger…She has a very high strung personality that needs to be challenged and channeled. If her energy were not channeled ---where could this lead her? Wow, I am humbled and awestruck at the work ahead --of being a worker together with the Lord --at the task of training a child! As I look at the world around me I sometimes shudder at what my children will have to face, as “evil men and seducers wax worse…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother many years ago wrote this prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cloud remains, that by thy birth&lt;br /&gt;Thou enterest a ruined earth,&lt;br /&gt;My little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thou shalt find with sweet surprise&lt;br /&gt;Earth but a pathway to the skies&lt;br /&gt;My little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is our trust, For, LORD, we give&lt;br /&gt;Thy gift to Thee! O then recieve&lt;br /&gt;Our little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieve her, LORD, and let her be&lt;br /&gt;Thine to own to all eternity--&lt;br /&gt;Thine little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal as a mother is to apply the word (The ROD) of God in my life (first) and then to the life of my children. My Heavenly Father has given me the&lt;strong&gt; instruction manual&lt;/strong&gt; and His way will NEVER FAIL! What blessed assurance! Lord, help me to learn from your example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heb 12:6 For whom the Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loveth&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chasteneth&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scourgeth&lt;/span&gt; every son whom he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receiveth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Heb 12:7 If ye endure chastening, God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dealeth&lt;/span&gt; with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chasteneth&lt;/span&gt; not?&lt;br /&gt;Heb 12:8 But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.&lt;br /&gt;Heb 12:9 Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected [us], and we gave [them] reverence: shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live?&lt;br /&gt;Heb 12:10 For they verily for a few days chastened [us] after their own pleasure; but he for [our] profit, that [we] might be partakers of his holiness.&lt;br /&gt;Heb 12:11 Now no chastening for the present &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;seemeth&lt;/span&gt; to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yieldeth&lt;/span&gt; the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do we thank Him for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Whippin&lt;/span&gt;’s? Are we recognizing his hand? Or . . . do we just thank Him only for the“ toys,” ( the blessings) and forget about the “whipping’s” (his correction)? He loves us so much—too much to let us stay as we are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Psalm 119:67 Before I was afflicted I went astray: but now have I kept thy word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 5:17 Behold, happy [is] the man whom God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;correcteth&lt;/span&gt;: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty…&lt;br /&gt;Job 5:18 For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Despise not the chastening of the Lord –“ Do not therefore reject this procedure of God; humble thyself under his mighty hand, and open thy eyes to thy own interest; and then thou wilt learn specially and effectually. It is of no use to rebel; if thou do, thou kickest against the pricks, and every act of rebellion against him is a wound to thine own soul. God will either end thee or mend thee; wilt thou then kick on?”  --Adam Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to let the LORD line me up to His standard. How about you? No, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;whippin&lt;/span&gt;’s are not joyous—at the moment that they occur…But the joy that comes once it has been prayed through! His eyes are always upon us! &lt;em&gt;To me that is a &lt;strong&gt;comforting &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;fearful&lt;/strong&gt; thought&lt;/em&gt;…He not only sees all actions but most importantly all intents behind those actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pro 16:2 All the ways of a man [are] clean in his own eyes; but the LORD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;weigheth&lt;/span&gt; the spirits. :0) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heard something today about learning,&lt;em&gt; "You know that learning has taken hold when you see the change."&lt;/em&gt; Am I &lt;strong&gt;changing&lt;/strong&gt;--growing in grace and knowledge of God; becoming more like my Saviour every day? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-1116996857382792106?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/1116996857382792106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=1116996857382792106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/1116996857382792106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/1116996857382792106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you-for-whipping-my-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-2355977845120169726</id><published>2007-08-02T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:23:54.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Hiding the Light&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hiding the Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Am 2:13 "&lt;strong&gt;Behold, I am pressed under you, as a cart is pressed that is full of sheaves."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God here states that as a cart is pressed by sheaves of wheat or barley, so He is placed at the bottom of the pile. In other words he came last, instead of coming in his rightful place which is FIRST. It was for this reason that Amos rebuked the business of his day. . . though the people &lt;em&gt;were prosperous&lt;/em&gt; in the Northern Kingdom, prosperity inevitably brought about their destruction. They became &lt;em&gt;so busy&lt;/em&gt;, they did not have time for God, and that my friends, &lt;strong&gt;is just too busy!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;God has asked us to give him the first fruits of our days as well as the first fruits of our labors... When we allow God to take his rightful place in our lives we will do what is right in his sight. The corruption in Amos day concerning commercialism was a result of the people of God not considering that God must be a part of everything we do... And have to do.Our testimony to this world comes from the time we take with God each day...Mt 5:14 "Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;giveth&lt;/span&gt; light unto all that are in the house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven."Jesus must have the preeminence in our lives, so that our lives have a effect upon the culture and the dealings of the world around us. The reason our lives may not effect more around us, is the position or the importance we place upon our personal relationship with God and the role he takes in our busy lives... The question about our lives is,  can they see &lt;strong&gt;"the life”&lt;/strong&gt; which is &lt;strong&gt;light&lt;/strong&gt; being produced through the things we do? As the old cliche' states "my actions speak louder than words."  Just a thought to consider "&lt;strong&gt;equal time is given to all men to become unequal."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-2355977845120169726?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/2355977845120169726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=2355977845120169726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/2355977845120169726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/2355977845120169726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/08/am-213-behold-i-am-pressed-under-you-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-3947690935931423128</id><published>2007-07-23T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:14:52.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Weaver&apos;s hand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These thoughts(from Corrie Ten Boone) have been a blessing to me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"God has plans--not problems-for our lives. Before she died in the concentration camp in Ravensbruck, my sister Betsie said to me, 'Corrie,  your whole life has been a training for the work you are doing here in prison-and for the work you will do afterward.' The  life of a Christian is an education for higher service. No athlete complains when the training is hard. He thinks of the game or the race. .." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phil. 3:14 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phi 2:16) &lt;em&gt;Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1Co 9:24 - 26   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.&lt;br /&gt;And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they [do it] to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible.&lt;br /&gt; I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corrie went on to share:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;Looking back crossed the years of my life, I can see the Divine pattern which is the way of God with His children. When I was in a prison camp in Holland during the war, I often prayed, 'Lord never let the enemy put me in a German concentration camp.'  God answered &lt;em&gt;NO &lt;/em&gt;to that prayer.  Yet in the German camp with all its horror, I found many prisoners who had never heard of Jesus Christ. If  God had not used my sister Betsie and I to bring them to Him, they would have never heard of Him.  Many died, or were killed, but many died with the name of Jesus on their lips. They were well worth all our suffering..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,&lt;br /&gt;I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily,&lt;br /&gt;Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,&lt;br /&gt;Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside,&lt;br /&gt;Not till the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly,&lt;br /&gt;Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's hand,&lt;br /&gt;As the threads of gold or silver in the pattern He has planned&lt;br /&gt;--Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-3947690935931423128?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/3947690935931423128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=3947690935931423128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/3947690935931423128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/3947690935931423128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/07/these-thoughtsfrom-corrie-ten-boone.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-3890355628714187570</id><published>2007-07-17T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:59:47.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Carrot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and a Cup of Coffee...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Egg'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Carrot, an Egg, and a Cup of Coffee&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling, It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In the first pot she placed carrots, the the next she placed eggs, and in the last placed ground coffee beans. She let them come to a boil, without saying a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In about 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?" " Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The mother then asked to take the egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked her daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity...boiling water...each reacted differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;became&lt;/span&gt; hardened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think on this: Which am I? Am I the carrot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; strong, but when pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I an egg that starts with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;malleable&lt;/span&gt; heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a break up, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstances that bring pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things get the worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-3890355628714187570?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/3890355628714187570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=3890355628714187570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/3890355628714187570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/3890355628714187570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/07/carrot-egg-and-cup-of-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-1342636029965974226</id><published>2007-07-16T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:41.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/Rpv5OaV5xnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gm8ARpi_3ek/s1600-h/DSCF0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087934230029780594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/Rpv5OaV5xnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gm8ARpi_3ek/s320/DSCF0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where my little sister was married.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mount Baker, Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-1342636029965974226?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/1342636029965974226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=1342636029965974226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/1342636029965974226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/1342636029965974226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogger-blessed-hope-manage-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/Rpv5OaV5xnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gm8ARpi_3ek/s72-c/DSCF0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-3751745813580710453</id><published>2007-06-21T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:54:22.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Foolishness of God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Foolishness of God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a statement, to even write it makes every fiber of my being tremble... How could we even dare to think it, let alone write it?&lt;br /&gt;God and foolishness are opposite extremes... to say the least! The only reason I even mention it is because the apostle Paul reveals this mystery to us in the letter to the Corinthians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Corinthians 1:25 "Because &lt;strong&gt;the foolishness of God&lt;/strong&gt; is wiser than men:and the weakness of God is stronger than men."&lt;br /&gt;Webster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;"Foolishness- marked by or proceeding folly, Absurd, Ridiculous ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folly, Absurd, Ridiculous? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... the Greek is even more befuddling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull or stupid, heedless, blockhead... &lt;strong&gt;BLOCKHEAD!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, to call GOD a Blockhead, that about makes the orthodoxy on the back of my neck stand up....&lt;br /&gt;Alright, what does it mean for God is wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul means that God uses foolish things, that require obedience to bring down lofty thoughts of carnal reasoning. God told the people to walk around a city, not even allowing "small talk" and  instead of building siege engines, ladders, starting fires, and attacking. He says "blow trumpets and shout", it may seem stupid and block headed to a carnal man, but God gave the victory to those men of faith. God uses the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;new jaw bone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of a donkey to slay 1000 Philistine warriors who ever heard of that? Wow, if God can use that &lt;strong&gt;"Jaw Bone&lt;/strong&gt;" what could he do with one which gets &lt;strong&gt;the donkey&lt;/strong&gt; out of it???&lt;br /&gt; The Prophet Elisha tells &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Naaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go wash in muddy Jordan and be clean, come on I can imagine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naaman&lt;/span&gt; saying "I know where there are deeper and cleaner waters."   God used a shepherd boy when all the battle hardened warriors of Israel were overcome with natural reasoning to reveal "it is not by power, nor by might, but by my Spirit saith the Lord of hosts." Obedience, Obedience, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obedience&lt;/span&gt;, obedient to the Spirit's call, obedient hearts, obedient ears, obedient wills....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; God, help me not to be overcome by my wisdom, when your Spirit has told me something that seems absolutely irrational to me. &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;, I have these bills due, &lt;strong&gt;you know I can't afford to &lt;em&gt;give that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What God needs is a people who will operate with his will and Spirit, and be willing to do the foolish or something that seems foolish to men's logic, so that God receives the glory.&lt;br /&gt;It is small things that seem mundane, and ordinary, placed in the hand of God with perception of the will of God which bring forth a great mystery of salvation to those who believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-3751745813580710453?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/3751745813580710453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=3751745813580710453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/3751745813580710453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/3751745813580710453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/06/foolishness-of-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-9211302963517635749</id><published>2007-06-20T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:26:33.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Name is Pride.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Name is Pride. I am a cheater&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of your God-given destiny... because you demand your own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of contentment ... because you "deserve better than this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of knowledge... because you already know it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of healing...because you're to full of me to forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of holiness...because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; refuse to admit when you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of vision...because you'd rather look in a mirror than out a window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of genuine friendship...because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; going to know the real you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of love ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; real romance demands sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of greatness in heaven... because you refuse to wash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; feet on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cheat you of God's glory...because I convince you to seek your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My name is Pride. I am a cheater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You like me because you think I'm always looking out for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Untrue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has so much for you, I admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But don't worry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you stick with me, you'll never know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-9211302963517635749?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/9211302963517635749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=9211302963517635749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/9211302963517635749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/9211302963517635749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-name-is-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-9173631775664509592</id><published>2007-06-20T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:12:01.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God... Hungry?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Does God get hungry???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to consider....One of those "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" of the scripture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he were to get hungry would he tell me? ... hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he share with me his desires? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be in a place where God would share "&lt;strong&gt;his meat&lt;/strong&gt;" or &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; with me? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would God want to share with me, or even consider me, when he considers something in the Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surely this must be something I should&lt;/span&gt; consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next question is would I have an ear or a heart to understand what he has in mind?....&lt;br /&gt;Or would he say I have meat that you know not of, and if you had ears to hear I would sit with you, but right now you can not hear it?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God help me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 50:12 " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were hungry, I would not tell thee: for the world is mine, and the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fulness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thereof."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;believe the context of the chapter has to do with friendship? Of which fellowship is derived, for fellowship is a product of friendship. The closer I have become with my spouse the more they share with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that some of the things I blame on the devil, that we struggle with day by day, the hinderances, the set backs, the &lt;strong&gt;silence&lt;/strong&gt; from the heavens could be &lt;em&gt;my lack&lt;/em&gt; ? ...&lt;br /&gt;It surley isn't God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah said 42:17-25 " They shall be turned back, they shall be greatly ashamed, that trust in graven images, that say to the molten &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;images&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Ye are our gods. Hear, ye deaf: and look, ye blind, that ye may see. Who is blind, but my servant? or deaf, as my messenger that I sent? who is blind as he (that thinks by is own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) that is perfect, and blind as the LORD's servant? Seeing many things, but thou observest not; opening the ears, but he heareth not. The Lord is well pleased for his righteouness' sake; he will magnify the law, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;make it honourable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But this is a people robbed and spoiled, they are all of them snared in holes, and they are hid in prision houses: they are for the prey, and none delievereth; for the spoil, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and none saith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Restore&lt;/strong&gt;. Who among you will &lt;strong&gt;give ear&lt;/strong&gt; to this? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who will hearken and hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the time to come? Who gave Jacob for a spoil, and Israel to the robbers? did not the Lord, against whom we have sinned? for they would not walk in his ways, neither were obedient unto the law. Therefore he hath poured upon him the fury of his anger, and the strength of battle: and it hath set him on fire round about, yet he knew it not; and it burned him, yet he laid it not to heart." ....&lt;br /&gt;...hmmm... could it be that some of the problems I have is not...&lt;br /&gt;nay... God would never correct his own people.... Or would he?...&lt;br /&gt;or would he even tell me???....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-9173631775664509592?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/9173631775664509592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=9173631775664509592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/9173631775664509592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/9173631775664509592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/06/does-god-get-hungry-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-4820624463575641418</id><published>2007-06-20T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T06:58:26.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, we are going to be leaving for Washington State in just a few days to see the family. We have not been home for the past 7 years. The youngest three of our children will meet their grandparents for the first time! We are excited and nervous all at the same time. Please pray that God will go before us. . . Anyway, things here have been busy! Grace just turned 7 and just finished first grade in homeschooling, next year our oldest son Ethan will start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;We have stayed busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pastoring&lt;/span&gt; and raising a family. We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to buy a pool very soon!! The kids are excited about that it sure has been hot in NC lately ( 10o F ') We are going to teach our three oldest children to swim this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Our garden is looking pretty good; We ate fried green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; this evening... the first fruits from the garden. I can't wait till the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; get ripe there is nothing like fresh produce right out of the garden...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-4820624463575641418?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/4820624463575641418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=4820624463575641418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/4820624463575641418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/4820624463575641418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-we-are-going-to-be-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-4775440018407255423</id><published>2007-01-27T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:42.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/RbvpMM5NrzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/crE-f3viMYs/s1600-h/DSCF0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/RbvpMM5NrzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/crE-f3viMYs/s320/DSCF0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; In The Beginning God. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-4775440018407255423?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/4775440018407255423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=4775440018407255423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/4775440018407255423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/4775440018407255423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-beginning-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2MO-Ho38qI/RbvpMM5NrzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/crE-f3viMYs/s72-c/DSCF0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-7638479122634349119</id><published>2007-01-27T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:40:36.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Testimony Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child my first memory of hearing about God was when my mother read to me from a Bible story book. I can remember the writer asking the question, "Where do chickens come from? An egg you say. . . but what about before the egg..." How I loved that book! The stories and pictures were so beautiful--after I learned to read myself it became one of my favorites. My first memories of attending church were for weddings and maybe funerals. Who needed to go for more than that? (At that time I knew nothing of true salvation-- let alone faithfulness!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At Christmas time if I stayed at my Grandparents house, I just might have gone to Mid-Night-Mass. My mother told me that all I needed to be "saved--and go to heaven" was believe in God. And for many many years I believed I was saved simply because I believed that "God was real." Both my parents were born and raised in Roman Catholic homes. Though neither one of them had any desire to attend the Catholic church, my parents believed in God. That's all that matters right? The scripture that comes to mind is James 2:19:&lt;em&gt;Thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;believest&lt;/span&gt; that there is one God; thou doest well: the devils also believe, and tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-7638479122634349119?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/7638479122634349119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=7638479122634349119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/7638479122634349119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/7638479122634349119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-testimony-part-1-when-i-was-child-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-7765624744050612578</id><published>2007-01-01T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:48:10.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Character = what God and the Angels know of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Reputation = men's  perception of  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tests of Christian &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (by Leanard Ravenhill) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;1. "If thine enemy hunger, feed him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; The natural thing is to say that my enemy is hungry because he is not following the Lord  a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;s  I am, or else to say that his hunger is a judgement from the Lord.  In other words, the natural thing is to think it is the enemy that is the one being tested.  But the Lord says my enemy is hungry in order that I may be tested to see if I will obey His divine injunction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"If thou makest a dinner or a  supper... call not... thy rich neighbors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you or I have a party,  do we leave out (with clear intention of doing so) the people that we dislike or the ones from whom we will get no return invitation?  Do we really call in the poor? (the lost?)  Or do we just sit around with "our little group" and feel a little bit better than others? If we do, we leave this fringe group wondering where practical Christianity comes in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "As ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How easy is this admonition for us? Do I really change places in my thinking with every soul and with his problems and circumstances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;4. "Lovest thou Me, more than these?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do we take up our cross daily and follow Christ? What  it costs us personally to do the will of the Lord is not always what hurts.  On the contrary, it is what it costs others for us to do his will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There will be times when we will have to leave good and inviting company (or family) because it is the exact time the Lord demands that we get away with him. . .&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/37203205-7765624744050612578?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/7765624744050612578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=7765624744050612578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/7765624744050612578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/7765624744050612578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-character-what-god-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37203205.post-116278125319215686</id><published>2006-11-05T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:47:33.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5783/3643/1600/DSCF0007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5783/3643/320/DSCF0007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh the joy of early &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;morning  worship!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 63:1  O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37203205-116278125319215686?l=opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/feeds/116278125319215686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37203205&amp;postID=116278125319215686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/116278125319215686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37203205/posts/default/116278125319215686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opentomethegatesofrighteousnees.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-joy-of-early-morning-worship-psalm.html' title=''/><author><name>Bogoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192052500584879975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
