<?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-7872392223594080697</id><updated>2011-12-08T08:13:03.511Z</updated><title type='text'>NLV Kaleidoscope</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog to vineyard.sg from here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Victor Huang</name><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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-3830589646081967437</id><published>2010-04-07T02:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:12:35.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the oddest ways.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/S7vZDrUswII/AAAAAAAADEE/XvDwiERqV1M/s1600/Thailand+May+08456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/S7vZDrUswII/AAAAAAAADEE/XvDwiERqV1M/s400/Thailand+May+08456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457194030681866370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Little Thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to see you in the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to get me on and all along the tears they come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see all come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to believe in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just lift me up don't make a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and let me hold you up before you hit the Ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see all come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you say your all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I get the strangest feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you've gone away- you've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't give me up tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or soon nothing will be right at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Read my full post &lt;a href="http://charisvera.blogspot.com/2010/04/lord-you-move-me-in-oddest-ways.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-3830589646081967437?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/3830589646081967437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/3830589646081967437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#3830589646081967437' title='In the oddest ways.'/><author><name>Charis Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028108272168638193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/SXYGWcak6MI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0SaerBsroEw/S220/n646056125_1751140_1239.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/S7vZDrUswII/AAAAAAAADEE/XvDwiERqV1M/s72-c/Thailand+May+08456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-8528739883409204794</id><published>2010-01-30T04:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T04:14:01.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Word Association: Awesome in 3,2,1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, I usually skim through these articles and then click on the delete button. But then for some reason, half way through the article, when I scrolled up to the delete button, I scrolled back down to where I'd left off, and continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;It's always easy to say that "If He brings you to it, He will lead you through it", especially when you're not experiencing it yourself. And, lets not lie, when we're in one of those crappy places in our lives, we hardly think of the good that might come of it.&lt;br /&gt;So to those who need it, this is a nice reminder(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God of the              Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;and Valleys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Francis Frangipane              &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The              battles we face are often intense times of weakness, distress, and              confusion. If the events of our lives were charted, these would be              the lowest points. Yet God is no less with us during difficulties              than at other times. In fact, these valleys are often as much the              plan of God as our mountaintop experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a story              in the Bible that speaks plainly to this truth. Israel had recently              defeated the Arameans in a mountain battle. In 1 Kings 20, we              read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;blockquote&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the                prophet came near to the king of Israel and said to him, "Go,                strengthen yourself and observe and see what you have to do; for                at the turn of the year the king of Aram will come up against                you." Now the servants of the king of Aram said to him, "Their                gods are gods of the mountains, therefore they were stronger than                we; but rather let us fight against them in the plain, and surely                we will be stronger than they." --1 Kings              20:22-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The enemy said              that the God of Israel was a god of the mountains, but if they              fought the Jews in the valleys they would defeat them. We read in              verse 28:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;blockquote&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then a man of                God came near and spoke to the king of Israel and said, "Thus says                the Lord, 'Because the Arameans have said, "The Lord is a god of                the mountains, but He is not a god of the valleys," therefore I                will give all this great multitude into your hand, and you shall                know that I am the Lord.'" --1 Kings 20:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter what              the enemy tries to tell you, Christ is God of the mountains and God              of the valleys. He has not stopped being God because you happen to              be in a valley. He is the God of glory as seen in His power and              miracles. In the valleys He reveals Himself as faithful, loyally              committed to us in difficulties and distresses. In and through all              things He is our God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;When we are on              the "mountaintops" of our Christian experience, we can see our              future clearly. We have perspective and confidence. When we are in              one of life's valleys, however, our vision is limited and our future              seems hidden. Yet valleys are also the most fertile places on              earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Valleys produce              fruitfulness. You can expect there to be a harvest of virtue when              God dwells with you in the valleys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The              Highway to Zion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;blockquote&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;How blessed is                the man whose strength is in You, In whose heart are the highways                to Zion! Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a                spring. --Psalm 84:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baca&lt;/em&gt;              means "weeping." Each of us has times of weeping when our hearts and              hopes seem crushed. Because God has placed in our hearts "highways              to Zion," however, we pass through valleys; we do not live in              them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Passing through              the valley of Baca…" Once we are on the other side of weeping, our              Redeemer makes our valley experience into "a spring." The very              things that overwhelmed us will, in time, refresh us with new life.              Whether we are experiencing the height of success and power or are              in a valley of weakness and despair, the Lord is our God              continually!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Has the enemy              isolated you, causing you to doubt God's love? Do not forget, while              we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Even the hairs on your head              are numbered. He cares. It is His love for us that redeems our              hardships and not only brings good out of what was meant for evil,              but also trains us to deliver others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;How did Jesus              prepare to do wonderful works? Part of His training involved              suffering. Christ was a man of sorrows. He was One who was              acquainted with grief. Yet His suffering was the Father's means of              acquainting Him with the actual feelings of mankind's need and pain.              Because He suffered what we suffer, He is able to serve as a              faithful high priest. If we yield to God's plan for Christ to be              formed in us, God will take our sorrows to enlarge our hearts. Once              we have been acquainted with grief, we then can be anointed with              compassion to deliver others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph's              Trials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Consider Joseph. He was the              second youngest of Jacob's sons and his father's favorite. His walk              with God began with dreams and visions. Joseph's life is a pattern              for many who have had a genuine call from God. Our walk with God may              also have begun with a "travel brochure" of dreams and visions where              God gives us a picture of His destination for us. Yet we fail to be              able to see how His promises will come to pass in our lives.Joseph              was betrayed by his brothers and delivered up by them to die. He was              unjustly accused when Potiphar's wife tried to seduce him. He was              imprisoned and forgotten by all except God who patiently watched and              measured Joseph's reaction to difficulty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rich or poor,              blessed or smitten, Joseph served God. He was being tested, but he              continued to pass his tests. Joseph was on trial before men, but he              was found innocent before God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, at the              right moment, the Lord suddenly connected all the loose ends of              Joseph's life. Everything that Joseph went through would have seemed              cruel and unfair except that the Lord was shaping a man for His              purpose. God uses everything we go through for future purposes that              He alone sees. We do not see His ultimate plan while we are in the              valley. We must remember the vision, keeping faith in what God has              promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as He              allowed Joseph to go through many trials, so He allows us to go              through great conflicts as well. For He knows that our lives-what we              have become through His grace-will help others find the shelter of              the Most High God in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Joseph named              the firstborn Manasseh, 'For,' he said, 'God has made me forget all              my trouble and all my father's household'" (Gen. 41:51). God caused              Joseph to forget the difficulty and pain of his life. There is              something wonderful about the Lord's capacity to cause all things to              work for good. With Jesus in our lives, a time ultimately comes when              God causes us to forget all the troubles of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"He named the              second Ephraim, 'For,' he said, 'God has made me fruitful in the              land of my affliction'" (Gen. 41:52). God made him fruitful in the              very things that afflicted him. In the land of your affliction, in              your battle, is the place where God will make you              fruitful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Consider even              now, the area of greatest affliction in your life. In that area God              will make you fruitful in such a way that your heart will be fully              satisfied and God's heart fully glorified. Ultimately, the Lord will              touch many others with the substance of what you have gained. In a              world that is superficial, Christ will produce something within you              that is deep and living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;God has not              promised to keep us from valleys and sufferings, but He &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt;              promised to make us fruitful in them. Without a doubt we each will              pass through valleys before we reach our final goal in God. As we              remain faithful to Him in trials, the character and nature of Christ              Jesus will emerge in our spirits; and Christ will be revealed to              those around us. He intends to make your life a key that unlocks              God's shelter for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord, You are              God of the mountains and the valleys. I know that Your faithfulness              is my shield and my bulwark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You              for redeeming the conflicts of my life. I praise You for healing me              and causing me to forget all the trauma of my past. Now Lord, help              me to remember what I have learned. Cause me to remember that the              crises in my life always precede the enrichment of my life. Help me              to recognize that the place of my fruitfulness is in the land of my              affliction. In Jesus's name. Amen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-8528739883409204794?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/8528739883409204794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/8528739883409204794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8528739883409204794' title='Word Association: Awesome in 3,2,1'/><author><name>Charis Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028108272168638193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/SXYGWcak6MI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0SaerBsroEw/S220/n646056125_1751140_1239.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-7633713150988080328</id><published>2008-11-16T13:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:27:54.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the shadow of a doubt</title><content type='html'>So Sabs said something, in the last prayer she prayed.&lt;br /&gt;She said something that included the phrase "beyond the shadow of a doubt".&lt;br /&gt;At some point before, she'd also talked about reassurance from God.&lt;br /&gt;Put together, it reminded me of this old song from my mother's time which I've always loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beyond the shadow of a doubt, &lt;/em&gt;is how it starts off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the mighty river flows&lt;br /&gt;as the meadow gently plays&lt;br /&gt;with the wind on summer days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about as deep as deep can go&lt;br /&gt;from the canyons to the sky&lt;br /&gt;like a mother as she cares&lt;br /&gt;for the baby that she bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do I love you,&lt;br /&gt;don't you know by now?&lt;br /&gt;do I love you,&lt;br /&gt;must I show you how&lt;br /&gt;do I love you,&lt;br /&gt;do I have to say?&lt;br /&gt;do I love you,&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;in every way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't just have to be a love song.&lt;br /&gt;And even if it does,&lt;br /&gt;someone once said that the bible was a collection of love letters from God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-7633713150988080328?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7633713150988080328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7633713150988080328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7633713150988080328' title='Beyond the shadow of a doubt'/><author><name>Charis Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028108272168638193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/SXYGWcak6MI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0SaerBsroEw/S220/n646056125_1751140_1239.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-7856930654872939351</id><published>2008-09-12T07:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:47:48.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped or Free</title><content type='html'>Came across this article&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px 2px; padding-top: 1px;    background-color: #c3d9ff; font-size: 1px !important;    line-height: 0px !important;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px 1px; padding-top: 1px;    background-color: #c3d9ff; font-size: 1px !important;    line-height: 0px !important;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 4px; background-color: #c3d9ff;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0px 3px;font-family:sans-serif"&gt;Sent to you by Victor Huang via Google Reader:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px 1px; padding-top: 1px;    background-color: #c3d9ff; font-size: 1px !important;    line-height: 0px !important;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0px 2px; padding-top: 1px;    background-color: #c3d9ff; font-size: 1px !important;    line-height: 0px !important;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family:sans-serif;overflow:auto;width:100%;margin: 0px 10px"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0.25em 0 0 0"&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://nakedpastor.com/archives/2272"&gt;Trapped or Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.5em"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://nakedpastor.com" class="f"&gt;nakedpastor&lt;/a&gt; by nakedpastor on 9/11/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="display:none"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are you feeling trapped? I suppose I could ask this of anybody in any kind of situation. Of course, I will add my disclaimer that there are some situations people find themselves in which they have no choice. They are indeed trapped and cannot escape. What I am addressing here is something different. And I guess I'm asking this particularly of pastors: Do you feel trapped? Let me tell you a story…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lisa and I met in a pentecostal bible college. We got married in 1980, moved to Boston for me to attend seminary. After I graduated we entered the Presbyterian church. Long story short, I was ordained in 1987 and started pastoring three Presbyterian churches in Atlantic Canada. I was, as some of my friends said, a strange mixture of reformed theology and charismatic experience. I tried and tried to inject some passionate, experiential type of worship and community life into the Presbyterian churches I pastored, but it was a long, arduous and painstaking process. I now question my attitude and the way I approached things back then. The gist is that over the five years I was in my first charge I experienced an intense frustration with the glacial progress of my intentions for the churches. This lead to a deep feeling of thirst and longing for a passionate spirituality once again in my own personal and communal life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, in 1993 I accepted an invitation by the Presbyterian Church in Canada to plant a church in the Annapolis Valley in Nova Scotia. They had done surveys and felt that there was the potential to have a Presbyterian church in that area. I accepted the invitation. I went with excitement, vision and hope. I could go into this virgin territory and start a new church with a clean slate and build the kind of church that I wanted. We moved there and started gathering people. At first I was thrilled. But it wasn't even a few months into it when I realized that it had fallen into the same rut I had been in for years before. &lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One reason was that this new church plant attracted some lapsed Presbyterians in the area that were patiently waiting for a Presbyterian church to come, and they arrived with all their traditional Presbyterian expectations. Another reason is that the gravitational pull of any church is towards organization, stagnation and death, including this brand new baby church! I started having to deal with complaints about the music, the style of teaching, the money, the building, the people, the leaders… you name it. Overnight, it seemed, I had become a manager of bitter and difficult church-goers. But this happened to me and this church so quickly that I was overcome with despair. I started to even more seriously question my call as a pastor. I started looking around for options. But I had none. I started thinking about the possibility of becoming a full-time artist. But that was dreaming. What would I do for my family in the meantime? I read back in my journals from those days and they are full of questions, doubts, struggles, and depression. It stretched Lisa to the max and our marriage even further. What was I to do? I couldn't think of anything!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember one night going to bed early and lying there by myself in the dark. I started weeping. The tears rolled down my cheeks. I wasn't just unhappy. I was filled to the brim with a raw and hopeless despair I had never felt before. I could actually taste the bitter iron of sorrow on my tongue. I didn't know what to do. I didn't have any options. I was completely and hopelessly destined to fill out the rest of my sad days slaving in a job I hated with people I couldn't stand and a church I couldn't stomach. I had no other choice but to finally admit: &lt;em&gt;I was trapped&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That night I had a dream. This was all the dream was: I was like the prodigal son, returning from bondage to his home. And I heard the words, "&lt;em&gt;It's time!&lt;/em&gt;". That was it. I woke up at 5 a.m. filled with a joy like I'd never experienced before. I woke Lisa up and told her what happened. It was unbelievable. I was laughing! I woke up realizing that I wasn't trapped at all. I was a free man! I didn't have to do anything. And it wasn't just a cognitive thing. I &lt;em&gt;felt&lt;/em&gt; free. What incredible happiness filled my mind and heart. I knew, immediately, that I was free and was free to leave. It didn't matter. I wasn't worried. Like the prodigal son, I could stay where I was and be satisfied with the bitter but secure food of my slavery, or I could leave all this and go. Just go! I told Lisa that I felt we should just quit. Why allow my comfortable salary with annual increases, my pension, my benefits, my position, to keep us enslaved? Why? Let's just leave! Let's just quit and see what happens! Do we trust God or not? We are free! Let's act like it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Over the next couple of months we went through the whole process of telling our elders and the congregation, selling off our stuff and putting the rest in storage, and endlessly trying to explain our insanity to all those around us. No one understood. But we didn't care! We were free. We didn't have to remain enslaved. So we eventually packed up what we had left into our van and our utility trailer, buckled in our three young children, and drove away. We had never been happier. We had never been filled with more excitement or a sense of adventure. I dare say that the many months that followed were the most thrilling months of our lives. And I would do it all over again if it meant freedom for me and my family.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Perhaps you are feeling trapped where you are. Sometimes all it takes is the revelation that you are actually free. Sometimes it takes a revelatory peek into the reality of your situation to realize that you are actually not trapped. Sometimes the seduction of our securities is so powerful that it makes us think we are without options. Sometimes, when our securities and comforts are exposed as illusory, temporary and sometimes even as snares, we can free ourselves of them. This experience taught me that. It taught me that I am a free man, no matter what situation I find myself in. It is an incredibly liberating truth to know. It may not mean leaving the situation but living as a free person within it. But sometimes it may very well mean leaving the land of your slavery behind you and moving on to new and promised land that is waiting for you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/christian" rel="tag"&gt;christian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/church" rel="tag"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/community" rel="tag"&gt;community&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/fellowship" rel="tag"&gt;fellowship&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/god" rel="tag"&gt;god&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/haywardart" rel="tag"&gt;haywardart&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/humility" rel="tag"&gt;humility&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/leaders" rel="tag"&gt;leaders&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/nakedpastor" rel="tag"&gt;nakedpastor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/pastor" rel="tag"&gt;pastor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/philosophy" rel="tag"&gt;philosophy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/quit" rel="tag"&gt;quit&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/religion" rel="tag"&gt;religion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/spiritual" rel="tag"&gt;spiritual&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/trapped" rel="tag"&gt;trapped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nakedpastor.com/?p=2272&amp;amp;akst_action=share-this" title="E-mail this, post to del.icio.us, etc."&gt;Share This&lt;/a&gt; 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height: 241px;" alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Kris/limbs.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-1576077046191090198?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/1576077046191090198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/1576077046191090198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1576077046191090198' title='Because I TOTALLY have JESUS!'/><author><name>Charis Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028108272168638193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/SXYGWcak6MI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0SaerBsroEw/S220/n646056125_1751140_1239.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-7488697201262669821</id><published>2008-09-01T04:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:36:45.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He that watereth shall be watered also himself</title><content type='html'>May We Water Others&lt;br /&gt;"He that watereth shall be watered also himself."-Proverbs 11:25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here taught the great lesson, that to get, we must give; that to&lt;br /&gt;accumulate, we must scatter; that to make ourselves happy, we must make&lt;br /&gt;others happy; and that in order to become spiritually vigorous, we must seek&lt;br /&gt;the spiritual good of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In watering others, we are ourselves watered. How? Our efforts to be useful,&lt;br /&gt;bring out our powers for usefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have latent talents and dormant faculties, which are brought to light by&lt;br /&gt;exercise. Our strength for labour is hidden even from ourselves, until we&lt;br /&gt;venture forth to fight the Lord's battles, or to climb the mountains of&lt;br /&gt;difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not know what tender sympathies we possess until we try to dry the&lt;br /&gt;widow's tears, and soothe the orphan's grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often find in attempting to teach others, that we gain instruction for&lt;br /&gt;ourselves. Oh, what gracious lessons some of us have learned at sick beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to teach the Scriptures, we came away blushing that we knew so&lt;br /&gt;little of them. In our converse with poor saints, we are taught the way of&lt;br /&gt;God more perfectly for ourselves and get a deeper insight into divine truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that watering others makes us humble. We discover how much grace there is&lt;br /&gt;where we had not looked for it; and how much the poor saint may outstrip us&lt;br /&gt;in knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own comfort is also increased by our working for others. We endeavour to&lt;br /&gt;cheer them, and the consolation gladdens our own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the two men in the snow; one chafed the other's limbs to keep him from&lt;br /&gt;dying, and in so doing kept his own blood in circulation, and saved his own&lt;br /&gt;life. The poor widow of Sarepta gave from her scanty store a supply for the&lt;br /&gt;prophet's wants, and from that day she never again knew what want was (1&lt;br /&gt;Kings 17:8-24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give then, and it shall be given unto you, good measure, pressed down, and&lt;br /&gt;running over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-7488697201262669821?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7488697201262669821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7488697201262669821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#7488697201262669821' title='He that watereth shall be watered also himself'/><author><name>Charis Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028108272168638193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/SXYGWcak6MI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0SaerBsroEw/S220/n646056125_1751140_1239.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-7533336973842127551</id><published>2008-07-27T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:05:54.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"It's late afternoon at the lake. The turtles are moving closer to shore. The surface of the water is undisturbed, an expanse of smooth, grey slate. Most of the children in my neighbourhood are called home for supper by their mothers. They open the back doors, wipe their hands on their aprons, and yell, "Willie!" or "Joe!" or "Ray!" Either that or they use a bell, bolted to the doorframe and loud enough to start the dogs barking in backyards all along the street. But I was always called home by my father, and he didn't do it in the customary way. He walked down the alley all the way to the lake. If I was close, I could hear his shoes on the gravel before he came into sight. If I was far, I would see him across the surface of the water, emerging out of shadows and into the grey light. He would stand with his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker while he looked for me. This is how he got me to come home. He always came to the place where I was before he called my name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- Salvation on Sand Mountain by Dennis Covington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got this in an email, and fully agreed with the little note it included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That this excerpt reminded me so much of how God comes down all the way to where we are before saying our name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He doesn't scream from a million miles away or "expect us to come groveling", as my friend put it, even though He has every right to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved how something as simple as that rang with such complete and utter truth that it sort of hits you and wakes you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And don't we all take it for granted, every single day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We think nothing of how He comes down to meet us, and call us by name, instead of ringing bells or clanging pots and pans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm going to be right here, listening for Daddy's footsteps.&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/7872392223594080697-7533336973842127551?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7533336973842127551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7533336973842127551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7533336973842127551' title='Where I am'/><author><name>Charis Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028108272168638193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/SXYGWcak6MI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0SaerBsroEw/S220/n646056125_1751140_1239.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-5223328459038483866</id><published>2008-06-18T02:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:00:03.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>seashells</title><content type='html'>Seven.&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks ruddy, feet sandy, eyes wide- the tiniest thing's a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;She runs and stops, looking back to smile, and then takes off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picks something up, smiling so hard it might hurt, and holds it up.&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;The sun's been up long, and she squints a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;She holds her newfound treasure higher up, almost afraid that her mommy won't see it because it's so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's broken sweetheart," Her mommy smiles.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the space below her left elbow and looks up again, smiling with the exact same smile-&lt;br /&gt;a tiny mirror image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So am I."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-5223328459038483866?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/5223328459038483866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/5223328459038483866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5223328459038483866' title='seashells'/><author><name>Charis Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028108272168638193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/SXYGWcak6MI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0SaerBsroEw/S220/n646056125_1751140_1239.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-7463877829441942930</id><published>2008-06-12T04:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T04:20:11.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus your 3 in 1</title><content type='html'>From:	Victor King of TGIF Ministry (&lt;a href="http://www.tgifministry.com"&gt;www.tgifministry.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;p&gt;The Bible tells us in the old testament (Leviticus 4) that when a person &lt;br&gt;sins, he has to bring an offering to the high priest for the atonement &lt;br&gt;of sins.&lt;p&gt;There are 3 individuals involved here. The sinner, the sin offering and &lt;br&gt;the high priest. Jesus fulfilled them all.&lt;p&gt;The sinner:&lt;br&gt;Jesus took our place as the sinner.&lt;p&gt;He who knew no sin was made sin for us. 2 Corinthians 5:21.&lt;p&gt;The sin offering:&lt;br&gt;Jesus became our sin offering.&lt;p&gt;God did by sending His own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh and as an &lt;br&gt;offering for sin. Romans 8:3.&lt;p&gt;The high priest:&lt;br&gt;Jesus became our High Priest.&lt;p&gt;......consider the High Priest, Jesus. Hebrews 3:1.&lt;p&gt;When you&amp;#39;ve sin, don&amp;#39;t run away from God like a sinner, run to God for &lt;br&gt;Jesus has died for your sins and He will help you out of it.&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t condemn, beat or punish yourself for Jesus became your sin &lt;br&gt;offering. He was beaten and punished for you on the Cross.&lt;p&gt;You don&amp;#39;t have to go through somebody else or hide away from God once &lt;br&gt;you have fallen or sinned. Go boldly to the Throne of Grace through your &lt;br&gt;High Priest Jesus Christ. Jesus is your all in all. Look to Jesus. He is &lt;br&gt;your Salvation. Amen!&lt;p&gt;Jesus died for your sins. See your sins on the Cross of Jesus Christ. &lt;br&gt;See It Nailed. (S.I.N)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-7463877829441942930?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7463877829441942930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7463877829441942930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7463877829441942930' title='Jesus your 3 in 1'/><author><name>Kaleidoscope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08334141741307664242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-6346850714332112853</id><published>2008-06-02T06:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:09:38.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk in Love</title><content type='html'>This prophetic word is submitted by Teresa Seputis [ts@godspeak.net]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little one, I have called you to receive My love, and to extend it to others. You must do the former before you can do the latter. So many of My own have been wrongly trained that you must work up a love in your hearts for others so that I will approve of you and extend more of My own love to you. But that is not how it works,dear one. You cannot love others with My love until My love had penetrated your entire being. You must be secure in My love for you before are able to successfully give it away to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son gave you two great commandments when He walked on this earth. The first (and highest) is that you love Me with all of your heart and all of your soul and all of your spirit.* You may not realize it, but there is a condition built into that command. You must receive My love for you in order to love Me--for My great love towards you is what empowers you to be consumed with loving Me back. I am the initiator of this love, as I have said in My word, I loved you and I choose you before you knew to love Me.** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are empowered to love Me because I have loved you. The more you choose to receive My love, the easier it will for you to love Me back in the way that My Son commanded you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make this easy for you--I want to lavishly pour out My great love for and My great acceptance of you, no matter what your present-day circumstances may be. If you are in sin, the blood of My own dear Son covers that sin and presents you acceptable to Me.Can you believe that and receive My forgiveness and allow My transforming power to work liberty from sin in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in difficulty or in need, can you believe that I am a loving father who provides for the needs of His own dear children?***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't just provide your minimum needs so that you can barely scrape by--I also provide many of your wants and desires, for I delight to give good gifts to My children.****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do that? It is because I am love, and because I love you dearly. I want you to truly believe what I am telling you; I want it to be real to you that you are loved and forgiven. My love is not conditional, based on how well you perform at the moment. I will not withdraw it because you have a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not misunderstand, it pleases Me greatly when you choose to honor and obey Me, and it raises My displease when you choose to sin or rebel against My will. But even when you are rebellious and in need of discipline, you are still My child. I may need to chasten you at times, but that does not make Me disown you or stop loving you. You please Me more when you are "good," but I never stop loving you, no matter how much you misbehave. My grace and mercy and forgiveness will always be there for you when you repent and run back to Me. Why? It is because I love you dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you can do to separate yourself from My great love for you. You are secure in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you realize this--when it becomes real to you--then you will be much better positioned to love yourself and to love others. Then it will become possible for you to obey My Son's second greatest command: to love your neighbor as yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, when you become secure in My great love for you, you will love Me back with all of your heart, and My love will fill and overflow your life. And that will make it possible for you walk in My love, and to give it away to others, just as I have commanded you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Matthew 22:37-39&lt;br /&gt;** Ephesians 1:4-5&lt;br /&gt;*** Philippians 4:19&lt;br /&gt;**** Psalm 37:4, Matthew 7:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-6346850714332112853?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/6346850714332112853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/6346850714332112853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6346850714332112853' title='Walk in Love'/><author><name>Kaleidoscope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08334141741307664242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-7871491920866979318</id><published>2008-05-13T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:55:41.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In all Imperfection</title><content type='html'>In approximately four hours, the first group- consisting of&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lye Heng, Sabs, Lydia and Deming-&lt;br /&gt;will be on board their direct flight to Chiang Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten hours after that, Victor, Nigel and I will be on our flight to Bangkok where we'll be catching our ten hour bus ride to meet the rest in Chiang Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know the post says "posted at 9:50Pm", but that's because it's taken me this long, with Heather being on all the while, for me to finally settle down and blog.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, It's 4:55 AM, May 14th Wednesday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up doing my last minute packing, tidying up, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was preparing a game that we'll be playing with the kids in Chiang Mai, in order to help them learn bits of English.&lt;br /&gt;Just so that the bits of paper looked nice (I'm all for packaging!), I decided to laminate them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really laminate them with a machine. More like, manually laminating them.&lt;br /&gt;I've got this awesome gigantic roll of &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; which could be used for just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it always happens with things you do manually and without a machine, mistakes happen and your final product isn't always as pretty as you planned.&lt;br /&gt;While on the phone with Victor, I did exactly that;&lt;br /&gt;The huge piece of sticker-paper stuck itself onto the paper too early, making everything uneven and lumpy. My OCD/ perfectionist part of me kicking in, I printed out another copy to redo it.&lt;br /&gt;Except, it just happened again.&lt;br /&gt;I was so frustrated that I was quite close to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a deep breath and looked at it again.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing actually wrong with it, I mean, you could still see the words and save for the back, it was pretty okay. Nonetheless, I hated the uneven feeling at the back of the tiny paper.&lt;br /&gt;After lots of thought, I figured out a way to cut out the screwed up bits and even out the stickers a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be perfect, but it would do just fine and serve its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of laughed (to myself, in the empty kitchen, causing mommy to give me a weird look) when I thought about how we're being used,&lt;br /&gt;in all our imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's precisely because of that, that we're doing what we're doing. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how something as insignificant and stupid as a tiny piece of messed up paper made me realize how foolish/ skin-deep/ superficial I could be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with the way those "laminated" pieces of paper turned out, I think the kids in Chiang Mai will really benefit from the game.&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of pieces of paper have a rather scar-like feature on the back, but then, what does it matter, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading there, and we should know that maybe everything might not turn out as perfect as we planned it. But as long as we do what we've set out to do, if we enjoy ourselves and if we get to bless the people over there, I do think that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, isn't the whole fun in having our imperfections being made use of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-7871491920866979318?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7871491920866979318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/7871491920866979318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7871491920866979318' title='In all Imperfection'/><author><name>Charis Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028108272168638193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/SXYGWcak6MI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0SaerBsroEw/S220/n646056125_1751140_1239.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-3203630892445224721</id><published>2008-05-11T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:52:00.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Myanmar</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Cyclone in Myanmar&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I thought today was really eventful. Singyong  shared her heart about Myanmar and I believe many of us felt the tug in our  hearts. If we are hoping we can do more or want to know more. Do read on.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;This is an update on their woes. Was given by my  thai/karen friend Wah Gay. Her dad works with the refugee camps and the workers  and helpers will&amp;nbsp; be going into Kaw Ta Kuh to help them. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;B&gt;The  People that Affected By Cyclone In Ayeyarwaddy or Delta Area&lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;(1) .  Kaw Ta Kuh Area&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(a).  BGa Lay&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;- All affected&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(b).  Kyaik Vatt - All affected&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(c).  Pya Pon - All affected&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(d).  Ma U Bin - All affected&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(e).  Day Day Yeh- All most affected&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(f).  HmawBee - Some Part&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(g).  Pe Gu -&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Some Part&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(h).  Myaung Mya - Some Part&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The  Churches that affected most are 87 churches and their houses were destroyed,  people were injured and homeless. The churches that under Kaw Ta Kuh area were  about 100 Churches.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;(2).  Bassein/ Myaung Mya - &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(a).  Ngaputaw - Some Villages&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(b).  Laputta - All Villages&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Laputta  area were most affected and all villages were affected. Some villages were  destroyed and some even disappear are 40 churches. Bassin Myaung Mya the  churches were destroyed are 60 churches. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;(3). The  things that destroyed&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(a).  Churches - some were destroyed / break down&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(b).  School&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(c).  Houses&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;- All 20,000&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(d).  The Animals died&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(f).  People -&amp;nbsp;some died / disappeared &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The pastors that died about 10 Plus&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;The Church members that died estimated 3000 - 5000 persons&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(g). The  people that were homeless more than One hundred thousand&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;(4). The  things that we start to plan and help&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(a). We send our  people to go arrange, help the people to bring them to safe place.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(b). Working  with the churches and with well wishes partners.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(c). Will start  to help and distribute things and find the more support from others. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;(5). The  needs of those people&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(a).  Clothes&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(b).  Water&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(c).  Food&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(d).  Medicine &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;( some people have  Diarrhoe )&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(e).  Shelter&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;(6). The  need for future for those people&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(a). To  build&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;houses, church, school and  road &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(b). Clean  water and hospital service.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Other  area that affected.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;1.  Convention office - The roof were destroyed, the staff houses were destroyed,  the door were destroyed, some computer and office supplies also were  destroyed.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;2. Bible  school area that affected Insein.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(a). Mostly the roof building were  destroyed, some were destroyed partly, some were mostly all.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(b). The roof of clinic were  destroyed.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;3. Other  building.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;( a). Silver care center, the place for  older people, and toilet roof were destroyed.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The cost for the things that  destroyed.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It's  hard to count the cost of destroyed. For the convention we can estimate the cost  about&amp;nbsp;150 - 200 &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;hundred  thousand&amp;nbsp;Kyats (&amp;nbsp;100 thousand kyats&amp;nbsp;= $21,122.32 SG&amp;nbsp;)  &amp;nbsp;and in the bible schools about 300 hundred thousand Kyats.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The  buildings that under Kaw Ta Kuh (&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"  /&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Rangoon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;) Churches were portly  destroyed and Thara Weh Tuh church also broke down.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Wwin_Burmese"&gt;Ñ&lt;/SPAN&gt; Myaung Mya Area, go and help people  and bring back about 100 plus people to area and now they go back again to help.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Wwin_Burmese"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Wwin_Burmese"&gt;Ñ&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Bassein Myaung Mya go and help people and bring back about 100  plus&amp;nbsp;people to area and now they go back again to help.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Wwin_Burmese"&gt;Ñ&lt;/SPAN&gt; At Laputta - People will be about 200  in Way Muh &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;That being said, I'll be meeting Wah Gay this Wed in thailand  to pass her some funds collected to the people. It's important that the aid also  reach the Karen people as they are the people being oppressed by the Junta  Government and it's unlikely proper aid will come to them. I myself&amp;nbsp;am  really anxious to see their conditions improve. I believe God's heart is  saddened by the loss of so many lives and I know He won't stand there and watch  as these atrocities happen. I'm really glad that I'm able to share my heart on  this too. It's affected me so much during the week that I do know that it's  really God's heart beat to help the people. So I'm&amp;nbsp;praying that&amp;nbsp;God  leads us as we give and also open doors for help and aid to come in. Lets pray,  and pray and pray till something happens. Cos something will happen. I believe  it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;God Bless,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; MARGIN: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;Nigel&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-3203630892445224721?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/3203630892445224721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/3203630892445224721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3203630892445224721' title='Myanmar'/><author><name>Kaleidoscope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08334141741307664242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-8842304974563922235</id><published>2008-05-11T03:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:08:22.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqrfO64Dic4/SCZVFzoAchI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XejXwbXYgxg/s1600-h/IMG_0829-702413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqrfO64Dic4/SCZVFzoAchI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XejXwbXYgxg/s320/IMG_0829-702413.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198936378091532818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqrfO64Dic4/SCZVGToAciI/AAAAAAAAAlY/p0VjJQIugus/s1600-h/IMG_0831-703784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqrfO64Dic4/SCZVGToAciI/AAAAAAAAAlY/p0VjJQIugus/s320/IMG_0831-703784.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198936386681467426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had a grand time last week after our Sunday service when Jolayne &lt;br&gt;helped with Communion and Greg with focused praying. Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-8842304974563922235?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/8842304974563922235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/8842304974563922235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8842304974563922235' title=''/><author><name>Kaleidoscope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08334141741307664242</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/_FqrfO64Dic4/SCZVFzoAchI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/XejXwbXYgxg/s72-c/IMG_0829-702413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-5924583327281004530</id><published>2008-04-23T02:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:34:58.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God only You can break me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to my knees,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me staring speechlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord only You have enough of me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pick up each piece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me together again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only You can break me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, make me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the chorus bit of a new song I'm working on called, Break Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it after I heard this story about this kid who was pretty messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the sort who was associated with gangs and whatnot, but what struck me was how he came back to the youth group. (This obviously wasn't the main point of the preacher's story)&lt;br /&gt;He walked in one day, betting slips and cigarettes in hand, to have the youth leader, the one held accountable for him, tear up his betting slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must've been about a hundred dollars worth of bets and clearly, he was angry and irate and proceeded to hurl vulgarities and threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police had been called in and one of the things they found out, was that the boy's father was very ill at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a family where both parents gambled and neither had time to spend with the boy, it seemed inevitable, the road he'd be heading down. The youth leader felt that he really couldn't do anymore for the kid.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he managed to do within those few hours, would be undone the moment he puts his key in the front gate.&lt;br /&gt;And so, the Youth Leader figured that all he could do, was pray.&lt;br /&gt;Because only the Lord had the power to break him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just two years ago, the teller of this story (who was also that Youth Leader), saw the kid's picture in the papers; He'd been arrested for more serious crimes, though he wouldn't say what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this story struck me, but this was the entire story behind the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel like i'm in that place sometimes. And i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; felt like i was so far gone that no one'd wanna come after me.&lt;br /&gt;We can't keep throwing ourselves into radioactive waste just to save random people who are in there, that i understand.&lt;br /&gt;But there is someone who's done that and who seems to keep on doing that, just to keep us alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a thought(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-5924583327281004530?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/5924583327281004530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/5924583327281004530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5924583327281004530' title='Break Me'/><author><name>Charis Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028108272168638193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N642nisjJ0/SXYGWcak6MI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0SaerBsroEw/S220/n646056125_1751140_1239.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872392223594080697.post-4562029485637562958</id><published>2008-04-19T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:09:32.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Share your stories thru email</title><content type='html'>Welcome to our kaleidoscope blog! If you&amp;#39;ve got something to share, like a story, devotional, or even random musings, post it up here!&lt;p&gt;Just email whatever u&amp;#39;d like to post to an address (we don&amp;#39;t want it getting spammed, so we&amp;#39;ll not publish it here. Ask me for it).&lt;p&gt;This works for photo attachments too, so for you shutter happy people, just attach your photos to the email and it&amp;#39;ll be uploaded here (and in our gallery) automatically&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7872392223594080697-4562029485637562958?l=nlvcommunity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/4562029485637562958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7872392223594080697/posts/default/4562029485637562958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlvcommunity.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4562029485637562958' title='Share your stories thru email'/><author><name>Victor Huang</name><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></entry></feed>
