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<title>A Story Of Reconciliation</title>
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<summary>          &amp;nbsp;     Tarore... A story of reconciliation   In the 1830s a...</summary>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;img name=&quot;media-271192&quot; src=&quot;http://happydance.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/1982208116.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;70446_6467_by_jefras.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-271192&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tarore... A story of reconciliation&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the 1830s a Maori girl called Tarore lived in the Waikato. She was about 12 years old. Her father, Nga kuku, was a ranga tira - a Maori chief.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life was uncertain. People traded for guns. There were tensions. War parties could strike at any time. If people were killed revenge [utu] was expected.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Some missionaries arrived with God's written Word, the Bible. These missionaries, Rev and Mrs Brown, wanted to teach people to read, so that they could read the Bible and learn about God's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Tarore had heard about their school, so she asked her father, &quot;Please, can I go? I'd like to learn from the book&quot;. Nga kuku agreed. At school Tarore learned about Jesus. Jesus was different.&amp;nbsp; He had great mana. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;means Authority or Power/strength of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;But Jesus didn't fight back, even when his enemies were going to kill him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Instead, Tarore learned, Jesus loved people. From the Bible, Tarore learned that Jesus, helped people love each other and taught them to love God. She learnt that Jesus was the Son of God, and that he died on a cross and rose again. She learned that, by his death and rising to life again, Jesus defeated all the dark powers of the world and put us right with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Tarore decided to follow Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;At this time, the first parts of the Maori Bible were being printed. One of the first was &lt;i&gt;Te Rongopai a Ruka&lt;/i&gt; - the Gospel of Luke. The Browns gave a copy to Tarore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;As Tarore read from her book to her people, Nga kuku her father stood nearby and listened to his daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;The message about love and peace was new, but it had impact as Tarore's people thought about the hate and pain of war. Fighting was never far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nga kuku decided to take his young people over the Kaimai mountains to Tauranga. They stopped to spend the night by the Wairere Falls. The group gathered around the campfire. Perhaps Tarore brought out her Gospel and read to the group. Then, putting her book under her head, she slept.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But up the valley, warriors watched smoke from Tarore's camp rising above the trees and made their way quietly towards the sleepers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Crack! A branch broke. Ngakuku was instantly awake. &quot;What was that!?&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Crack! There it was again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;Quick!&quot; shouted Nga kuku, &quot;Into the bush and hide!&quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Nga kuku grabbed his little son and led the way. But where was Tarore?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;When it was safe Nga kuku went back, afraid about what he would find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;By a tree where she had slept, Tarore lay dead. - Nga kuku wept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&quot; UTU... Revenge!&quot; cried others in the group.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;No!&quot; said Nga kuku, &quot;There's been enough killing!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;Where is Tarore's book?&quot; someone asked. But it had been taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;U ita had taken the Gospel. Thinking it must be a great treasure, he took it back to Rotorua. But no one could understand the strange marks. No one, that is, until Ripa hau arrived. Ripa hau was a slave from Otaki who had been taken to the Bay of Islands. He had been taught to read by the missionaries there. His master had died and now he was returning home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;I will read it.&quot; said Ripa hau. Others gathered around to hear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;As he listened U ita found the words were a special message for him. &quot;Love my enemies? But I killed the wahine [girl] who had this book ... I want the peace Jesus brings.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;So U ita sent a message and asked forgiveness from Nga kuku. And there was peace, not through force, but through the power of God's Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Ripa hau left and went on to Otaki. There he taught Tami hana, son of the great Otaki rangatira Te Rau par aha and his cousin Te Whi-whi. He taught them to read from Tarore's Gospel. But Te Rau par aha himself was a fierce man of war. People feared him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;One day Te Rau par aha's son, Tami hana said, &quot;I do not want war! I want to follow the way of peace.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;He taught his people from Tarore's book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Te Whi-whi went to Pai hia to bring a missionary to teach them more about Jesus. Even Te Rau par aha began to change his ways. Tami hana looked across at the South Island. People lived there in fear of wars and revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;He said, &quot;I will take them the message of peace.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;So he set off in a canoe to the very places where the name of his father was enough to make people grab their weapons. There he told the people the things he had learned from Tarore's book - how Jesus had taught that the way of peace was better than the way of hatred and war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Six years later Bishop Selwyn took his missionary journey through New Zealand. No European missionary had been to the South Island, but Selwyn found the people living in peace and following Jesus. Many people had learned to read and write. The only textbook they had known was Tarore's Gospel of Luke and two pages from the Maori Prayer Book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;What about Nga kuku and U ita? Rev Brown records in his journal that, in 1842, Nga kuku and Uita met:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;In the evening, they were engaged together in worshipping God at their prayer meeting and were apparently on the most friendly terms. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who but the Christian loves their enemies?&quot; wrote Brown.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>A Pearl</title>
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<updated>2008-10-31T14:09:05+13:00</updated>
<published>2008-10-31T13:59:00+13:00</published>
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<summary>   &amp;nbsp;        Give It To God And Allow It To Become A Pearl   1 Peter 5:7...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xml:lang=&quot;EN&quot; lang=&quot;EN&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img name=&quot;media-270676&quot; src=&quot;http://happydance.blogspirit.com/media/02/01/729535063.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;pearl_oyster.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-270676&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Give It To God And Allow It To Become A Pearl&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1 Peter 5:7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have found that very often it is not the crises that happen in my life that wear me down, but it is the continual little irritations of life that do the damage, or what I perceive to be damage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe if we were to see those irritations of life as something more positive then we could really reap the benefits of those experiences in our lives. We can learn some good lessons about irritations from the humble but beautiful oyster.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;There is a story I read about the oyster and it goes like this...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;There once was an oyster whose story I tell,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Who found that sand had got under his shell;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Just one little grain, but it gave him much pain,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Now, did he berate the working of Fate,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Which had led him to such a deplorable state?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Did he curse out the government, call for an election?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No; as he lay on the shelf, he said to himself;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;“If I cannot remove it, I’ll try to improve it.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So as the years rolled by as the years always do,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And he came to his ultimate destiny -- stew.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And this small grain of sand which had bothered him so,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Was a beautiful pearl, all richly aglow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Now this tale has a moral -- for isn’t it grand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What couldn’t we do if we’d only begin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;With all of the things that get under our skin?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How does an irritating grain of sand become a pearl?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The oyster changed&amp;nbsp;its attitude about this annoying grain of sand and made a choice to allow this irritation to grow into something positive in its life.... A beautiful and precious pearl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can do that, with the irritations in our lives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We can allow them to annoy us and to fester into something unpleasant and drag us down and ultimately away from God, or we can make the choice to give it to God and allow Him to make it into a pearl in our lives...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We proberbly&amp;nbsp;will not enjoy the irritation at the beginning, but as we allow God to work on it,&amp;nbsp; we will one day enjoy the positive results in our lives...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Those pearls that make our live so meaningful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whatever irritation we have, be it a broken heart or a feeling of loneliness, or pain, whatever it is, no matter how big or how small, we can give it to HIM.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remember the story in the Bible about the boy that gave Jesus his five loaves and two fishes, the disciples said.... “&lt;i&gt;What good is that to feed such a large crowd&lt;/i&gt;“...?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Look what Jesus did with that offering!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We underestimate our God so many times... Nothing is impossible to Him; He can take any negative thing in our lives and turn it into something beautiful.... Those irritations can become our precious pearls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How often do we hold back thinking.... &lt;em&gt;“What would God want with that problem, or that is not important enough for Him to be concerned about&quot;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, we know that He is interested in every part of our lives, every irritation, wanting always to change that irritation into a pearl that will be something beautiful in our lives and will strengthen our walk with Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He will use whatever it is we offer to Him, He will use it for our good, and He will use it for His glory.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we can learn to give all those things to Him, we also learn faith and trust in Him, it brings us to a place of truly recognising who He is....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that blesses Him, and then we can offer that ‘&lt;em&gt;blessing&lt;/em&gt;’ that &lt;em&gt;pearl&lt;/em&gt; back to Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blessings&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Les&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>Me or Him?</title>
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<updated>2008-10-05T14:13:49+13:00</updated>
<published>2008-10-05T14:08:00+13:00</published>
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<summary>        It has been a long time since I have attended a church regularly, for...</summary>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://happydance.blogspirit.com/media/00/01/1257151336.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;raise-my-worship.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;&quot; id=&quot;media-257589&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It has been a long time since I have attended a church regularly, for various reasons. I did go to a local church a few weeks ago, in response to an invite given to me by a friend to share in fellowship and worship with other brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I belong to a home group and there are about 10 of us that meet every Wednesday evening for study, prayer, and fellowship.. We also share communion each week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I do have good Christian fellowship and sharing ... But I also love worshipping with other brothers and sisters in Christ as well, and that is the part I really miss about not going to a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was thinking on this today...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Why do we go to church?&lt;br /&gt; Is it out of a need to somehow be connected with other believers?&amp;nbsp; If it is, then I guess that is ok, but, if we are not careful, that can sometimes lead to being ‘us’ centred instead of ‘Him’ centred.&amp;nbsp; And that is not how our worship is intended to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I guess it means, &amp;nbsp;who is this all about?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Is it about Me and what I want or can get out of going, &amp;nbsp;or is it about HIM and what I want to give to Him?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It should be always HIM first.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Before I came to Christ, life was all about &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; life and &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; family etc, and &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; wants. Now that&amp;nbsp;I am a believer in Messiah, if I don’t dethrone my self, then I will end up using God in the same way, to provide and fulfil my wants, whether it be praising, or praying or giving or anything else at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ever heard anyone talk about going to church to ‘get something’ or coming out of church and saying I did not get anything there today?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I am reminded in Scripture of what God asked of Abraham. (Gen 15:10 One day God appeared to Abraham and said, “I am your shield, your very great reward “&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And this is how Abraham responded to God; (Gen 15:2) “what can you give me?” Abraham missed the whole point, much like we all do at times, much like I do at times!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; God was saying to Abraham “When you have me, you have everything you need.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When God tested Abraham a second time (Gen 22:2) He said “Take now, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and offer him for a burnt offering... this time Abraham passed with flying colours, Why? Because now, Abraham understood something really important, that if we do not value something, and we then offer it to God, we will then find out that God is not interested, He just does not want that which has no value to us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; If what we offer to God does not mean anything to us, then it wont mean anything to Him either. Whether that be our time, our love, our selves, our families no matter what, we need to give to God those things or feelings that are precious and highly valued to us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Does that mean we do not get anything out of worship?&lt;br /&gt; No, we benefit the most from our worship to Him, but HE must always be the object and reason of it...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (Rev 5:13) Blessing and honour and glory and power be unto HIM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When I can take all those things that are precious to me and pass them on to Him, then I am learning to become a real worshipper, no matter where I am.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Worship is all about God, it is about Him and to Him, He is worthy and I can do that 24/7, whether I am in church or wherever I may be.&lt;/p&gt; 
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<title>Embarrassed</title>
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<summary>  &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp;    &quot;Many of us Christians have become extremely skillful...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Verdana&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src=&quot;http://happydance.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/98b8e2b9dbca6e1c125cf0ed2ca12235.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;b4a90ded83e8ca768a2fd1353475f5f8.jpg&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px&quot; id=&quot;media-235125&quot; name=&quot;media-235125&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;Many of us Christians have become extremely skillful in arranging our lives so as to admit the truth of Christianity without being embarrassed by its implications.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We arrange things so that we can get on well enough without divine aid, while at the same time ostensibly seeking it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We boast in the Lord but watch carefully that we never get caught depending on Him.&quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A.W.Tozer&lt;/p&gt;
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<title>Search Me Lord</title>
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<updated>2008-08-11T14:42:20+12:00</updated>
<published>2008-08-11T14:00:00+12:00</published>
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<summary> &amp;nbsp;         &quot;I think that most Christians would be better pleased if the...</summary>
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img name=&quot;media-234166&quot; src=&quot;http://happydance.blogspirit.com/media/00/01/e93103c20fd6ee7a1067b26bcd3ccd46.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;d64b83822a9542af30a73cd495d1acc7.jpg&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px&quot; id=&quot;media-234166&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#008000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I think that most Christians would be better pleased if the Lord did not inquire into their personal affairs too closely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;They want Him to save them, keep them happy and take them to heaven at last, but not to be too inquisitive about their conduct or service.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;But He has searched us and known us; He knows our downsitting and our uprising and understands our thoughts afar off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;There is no place to hide from those eyes that are as a flame of fire and there is no way to escape from the Judgment of those feet that are like fine brass.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;It is the part of wisdom to live with these things in mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;Ouote From 'That Incredible Christian', 105-106.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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<title>8th August 08</title>
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<updated>2008-08-08T19:26:23+12:00</updated>
<published>2008-08-08T19:25:00+12:00</published>
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<summary>         Today is the &amp;nbsp; 8.8.08        &quot;We turn to God for help when our...</summary>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img name=&quot;media-233187&quot; src=&quot;http://happydance.blogspirit.com/media/02/02/08c1fac0b6b9dcc9003e6d9994961044.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;477d9471d39723cc8d225bd7354d485d.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px&quot; id=&quot;media-233187&quot; /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;8.8.08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;We turn to God for help when our foundations are shaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only to learn that it is God shaking them.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Charles West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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<title>I Touched Him</title>
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<updated>2008-08-11T14:38:27+12:00</updated>
<published>2008-08-08T12:15:00+12:00</published>
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<summary>              It has been many years now Lord since I chose to take Your hand...</summary>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img name=&quot;media-233167&quot; src=&quot;http://happydance.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/1bb91958aa1ea1d603fcbc708374a2e2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;c9342c92b8e344f3d6c2dfcc6136751a.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px&quot; id=&quot;media-233167&quot; /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#008000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been many years now Lord since I chose to take Your hand held out to me, and walk with You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never thought it would be easy, for there was much of myself I needed to let go, so much of You I longed for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted so much to be close to You, to feel Your love, to feel Your peace, to know for sure that I was forgiven, and would live with You for eternity. I knew what Your Word said Lord, but surely not for someone like me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How could I, as unworthy as I am, ever reach and touch the hands of my God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never really knew if I would make it Lord, if I would actually reach You and touch You, I hoped I would, but I never really knew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There seemed to be so many obstacles in my way. Two steps forward and one-step back seemed to be how it was for me. I longed for the uncertainty to end. I longed for the assurance that I would one day reach You and touch You. To complete this journey that was a head of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a dream one night Lord, many years ago, was it a dream or was it real? I am not sure. I know I went to sleep in my bed and I woke in my bed. I also know I met with You. And You spoke to me so clearly that night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You took me to this open space, a large field of grass and weeds; there were boulders all over the ground, amongst them, there were fallen trees and broken branches. There were thistles and all sorts of obstacles in that space.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes were drawn to the far side of this field, to a light that shone and glowed, I gazed at it and there You were Lord, standing under two trees that formed an arch at the top, so beautiful You were. So tranquil in the trees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had Your arms and hands reached out to me, I ran, I climbed over boulders, trees. I was scratched with thistles, struggling and crying, I was so afraid You would leave before I could reach You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then suddenly I was over all those obstacles, and close to You. I reached out and touched Your hands, only a fleeting touch, for just a second. Then You were gone. However, not before the most incredible love and warmth soaked right through me, like nothing else I have ever known before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was the feeling of coming home, I knew then that I would reach You, and that You had given me all I needed to walk this walk, and climb all obstacles in my life from then on, until the day I would indeed live with You in eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew that day; I already had eternal life with You Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some may say that was a dream. I know without doubt, that evening, I really heard and met with You... that was real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That gift You gave me then Lord is just as precious, just as alive for me today, as it was 33 years ago. Lord, You knew my heart, You knew the grief and pain and loneliness I was living with at that time. You knew and waited for me. You never let me go. You gathered me up and carried me next to Your heart. You gave me the hope and assurance I needed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You Lord for letting me touch You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;……………..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;Isa 40:10-11&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behold, the Lord GOD will come with might,&lt;br /&gt; With His arm ruling for Him&lt;br /&gt; Behold, His reward is with Him&lt;br /&gt; And His recompense before Him.&lt;br /&gt; Like a shepherd He will tend His flock,&lt;br /&gt; In His arm He will gather the lambs&lt;br /&gt; And carry them in His bosom;&lt;br /&gt; He will gently lead the nursing ewes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;Isa 40:26&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333333&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lift up your eyes on high&lt;br /&gt; And see who has created these stars,&lt;br /&gt; The One who leads forth their host by number,&lt;br /&gt; He calls them all by name;&lt;br /&gt; Because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power,&lt;br /&gt; Not one of them is missing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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