<?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-8387121702540022488</id><updated>2012-01-06T00:10:20.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pastor rons blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5780738864156291567</id><published>2011-10-03T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:37:58.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I last wrote on here, but no one reads it anyway. I just have to write a few questions I've had a couple of weeks ago to get them off my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person accepted God's grace through the shed blood of Jesus Christ to only escape hell, then isn't that a selfish motive instead of a selfless one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that mean you're loving your (eternal) life more than you love God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess only the individual and God knows a persons motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about this forgiveness thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that Christians enjoy and expect God to forgive them for their sins against Him but they can't forgive a brother or sister in the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm perfect but I love God for what He has done for me not for what He can do for me, isn't that what it's supposed to be about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5780738864156291567?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5780738864156291567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5780738864156291567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5780738864156291567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6418358567933142315</id><published>2011-06-25T19:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:43:25.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewalk Chalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAX8G2nkuP8/TgZ8Pg1RtdI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZEB49GZ7hf0/s1600/chalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAX8G2nkuP8/TgZ8Pg1RtdI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZEB49GZ7hf0/s320/chalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622317790771918290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is going to sound utterly silly to some, but I love highway underpasses and sidewalk chalk. You see every time I drive over this one overpass or see a box of those big old pieces of colored chalk at the store, or even just remnants of a young artists work on a sidewalk my heart instantly swells up with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you think I have some sort of strange mental problem with chalk, allow me to explain why I love sidewalk chalk. We’ve all had experiences in our lives that we are reminded of when we smell, hear or see something that’s related to that particular experience and therein lies the reason why I love sidewalk chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...no wait a minute, that’s been used somewhere...anyway, long ago when our children were young I had the idea and the opportunity to drive our daughter and our son, along with a box of sidewalk chalk out to this overpass a couple of miles east of our home town on 10 highway so they could create a little chalk art on a grand scale up under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I didn’t tell them where we were going or what we were doing so it'd be a surprise when we got to the underpass between Eudora and Desoto. When we pulled up under the bridge with cars roaring by above us we got out and started creating our little hearts out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, I honestly don’t remember what we talked about, what the pictures looked like, how long we were there, or even what time of the day it was. All I can remember about that day is that we had a great time creating these murals out of chalk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being that these beautiful works of art were created out of chalk, the wind and the rain eventually eradicated and erased their existence, leaving behind only the awesome memory of this really great time I shared with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the awesome thing is even though those murals are gone forever, the time I spent with my daughter and son that day will never be eradicated or erased from my memory. And so every time I see sidewalk chalk and every time I drive over Evening Star road on 10 highway I can’t help but smile and dream and wish for more sidewalk chalk moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now they’re both grown, married and moved away. And my one wish for both my kids and for their spouses is that when they have children of their own that they take the time to create as many sidewalk chalk memories as humanly possible before their kids grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6418358567933142315?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6418358567933142315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/06/sidewalk-chalk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6418358567933142315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6418358567933142315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/06/sidewalk-chalk.html' title='Sidewalk Chalk'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAX8G2nkuP8/TgZ8Pg1RtdI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZEB49GZ7hf0/s72-c/chalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2983704065529465491</id><published>2011-05-21T08:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:04:19.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blessed are those who are too tired, too busy and too distracted to spend an hour once a week with their fellow Christians in Church — they are my best workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those Christians who wait to be asked and expect to be thanked — I can use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the touchy, with a bit of luck they may stop going to church — they are my missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who are very religious but get on everyone’s nerves — they are mine forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who are bored with the minister's mannerisms and mistakes - for they get nothing out of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the church members who expect to be invited to their own church - for they are a part of the problem instead of the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who are easily offended - for they will soon get hurt or angry and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who do not give their tithes to carry on God's work - for they are my helpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who profess to love God but hates his brother and sister - for they will be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the troublemakers — they shall be called my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who have no time to pray — they are easy prey for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who gossip — for they are my secret agents and they cause strife and divisions that please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those critical of church leadership — for they shall inherit a place with me in my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the complainers — I’m all ears for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are you when you read this and think it is about other people and not yourself,&lt;br /&gt;because I have you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Devils Beatitudes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(something I found in my office while cleaning up years of hoarding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2983704065529465491?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2983704065529465491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/05/blessed-are-those-who-are-too-tired-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2983704065529465491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2983704065529465491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/05/blessed-are-those-who-are-too-tired-too.html' title=''/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2766330128191218799</id><published>2011-04-30T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:19:06.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deeply concerned</title><content type='html'>I am deeply concerned for the spiritual well being of Christ followers. The line between right and wrong, holiness and unholiness and sin or not sin seems to be widening. Now I was going to add "in my opinion" but I believe with every ounce of my soul that this is something that concerns God too. We are living in a time where Christ followers should be seeking God's guidance in life matters, habits and decisions but instead they seem to be compromising themselves by living spiritually compromising lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not talking about us being legalist, I'm talking about living Godly lives. And when it comes to legalism we know that it's not what we do that gets us into heaven because we can't work or do anything to achieve that, Christ has done that for us. BUT if we truly love God then we will be more than willing to live by and obey His laws based on our love for Him. And it's just common sense that tells us that laws were NOT made to broken they were made to be followed and obeyed for the safety and well being of everyone involved. So even in our legal system today there are penalties and consequences for breaking laws. And the thing is with God's laws they will be judged not by our peers (who by the way are imperfect) but by God Himself who is perfect and sees and knows all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I am deeply concerned for the souls who live by what they believe to be true instead of by what the Word says is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fervently Praying,&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2766330128191218799?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2766330128191218799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/04/deeply-concerned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2766330128191218799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2766330128191218799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/04/deeply-concerned.html' title='deeply concerned'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8255824524823968105</id><published>2011-03-25T10:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T07:26:23.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat Tired!</title><content type='html'>This past winter Evonna and I headed into Walmart to pick up a couple of things. Now the roads were slightly slick in spots but we made it safe and sound. But after I parked the van and we were in the process of getting out, a man I met twice but didn't recognize (because he had grown a totally radical beard) was getting out of his car in front of us with some other people. He came walking at me and at first to be honest with you for some stupid reason I thought maybe I was going to have to defend myself. But when he got closer he said, "Hey Pastor, you don't recognize me do you?" And as I was shaking his hand I had to tell him I was sorry but I didn't. And as soon as he told me his name I remembered meeting him before. And at that point he proceeded to ask me, "Do you know your tire is flat?" And of course I had to tell him I didn't. So I thanked him as we looked at my dangerously flat tire. As we parted ways I immediately drove the van to the Walmart service department and had it fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I mentioned this story for 2 very important reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. He didn't have to tell me there was something dangerously wrong with my tire but he did.&lt;br /&gt;#2. I didn't really have to have it fixed. I could have just aired it up and went about my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I knew that tire had been leaking air over a period of a week or so and I almost always checked every tire to see if they were low or not before we went anywhere. But that morning I just took for granted everything was OK so I didn't even look at them. We just got in and drove at least 13 miles on a dangerously low, low, low (did I say low?) tire. And if this man had not told me something was wrong I may not have noticed and the possibility of my wife and I being hurt or even killed is totally in the equation. And all because of my neglect to check my own tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the moral of this story holds more air than it appears. (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance or not, we have a responsibility as followers of Christ to let people know the dangers of not checking their lives in reflection to God's Word daily. The Bible says that the wages of sin is death but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. And so we need to constantly check ourselves and then stand up and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt; warn others of certain destruction if they don't check themselves. The thing is they may not even know there is a problem and our informing them may save their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the other hand, I'm flat tired of the way we debate over what's sin or not sin and the thing about some followers is, like myself and the low tire, I had the knowledge about the leak but didn't think it needed fixing. So I just aired it up once a week and wouldn't fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go...when God shows us through His Word or through a Sunday message or maybe even through a stranger that we have a problem it's up to us to fix it. Because if we don't it will cause us harm in the future. So my plea is if you have a doubt check it out, or just don't do it. And always take special care to FIX the problem not just keep airing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see we should always be open to the fact that maybe we aren't perfect and there's still room to improve on our walk as follower of Christ and our relationship with Christ and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these troubled times it's more important than ever that we live the life God designed for us and the life His Only Son died to give us. A resurrected and abundant life that is pleasing to God and worthy of being called His followers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8255824524823968105?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8255824524823968105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/03/flat-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8255824524823968105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8255824524823968105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/03/flat-tired.html' title='Flat Tired!'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-9118023337101986652</id><published>2011-03-08T11:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:09:47.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21 GRAMS</title><content type='html'>“Suddenly, coincident with death, the beam end dropped with an audible stroke hitting against the lower limiting bar and remaining there with no rebound. The loss was ascertained to be three-fourths of an ounce.”&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Duncan MacDougall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 10, 1901, an unusual experiment was conducted in Dorchester, Massachusetts. Dr. Duncan MacDougall was going to prove that the human soul had mass, and was therefore, measurable.Dr. MacDougall conducted this experiment on six dying patients who were placed on specially made Fairbanks weight scales just prior to their deaths. Dr. MacDougall’s intention was to weigh each body before and after death to determine any differences measured by the delicate scales. The patients were selected based upon their imminent death. Two patients were suffering from tuberculosis, 5 were men and one was a woman.&lt;br /&gt;In the company of four other doctors, Dr. MacDougall carefully measured the weight of his first patient prior to his death. Once the patient died, an interesting event occurred.&lt;br /&gt;“Suddenly, coincident with death,” wrote Macdougall, “the beam end dropped with an audible stroke hitting against the lower limiting bar and remaining there with no rebound. The loss was ascertained to be three-fourths of an ounce.”&lt;br /&gt;The experiment continued on the next patient with the same results. Dr. MacDougall felt he was on to something extraordinary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from the 11 March 1907 New York Times article captures the historic moment:&lt;br /&gt;“ The instant life ceased the opposite scale pan fell with a suddenness that was astonishing – as if something had been suddenly lifted from the body. Immediately all the usual deductions were made for physical loss of weight, and it was discovered that there was still a full ounce of weight unaccounted for”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All five doctors took their own measurements and compared their results. Not all the patients lost the same weight, but they did lose something that could not be accounted for. Unfortunately, only four of the six patient’s results could be counted due to mechanical failures or the patient dying prior to the test equipment being in place.&lt;br /&gt;But what about the consistent weight loss? Everything was taken into account, from the air in the lungs to bodily fluids. It still could not be explained. An interesting variation occurred on the third patient, who maintained his same weight immediately upon death. But after one minute, he lost about an ounce of weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. MacDougall explained this discrepancy as follows:&lt;br /&gt;“ I believe that in this case, that of a phlegmatic man slow of thought and action, that the soul remained suspended in the body after death, during the minute that elapsed before its freedom. There is no other way of accounting for it, and it is what might be expected to happen in a man of the subject’s temperament”.&lt;br /&gt;Following the experiment and consulting with the other attending physicians, it was determined that the average weight loss of each person was ¾ of an ounce. Dr. MacDougall concluded that a human soul weighed 21 grams. &lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;I really believe this gives us all something to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 grams, the weight of a stack of 5 nickles, or the weight of a chocolate bar, or the weight of a humming bird. The weight of the human soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Science too often proves the human spirit exists and to me for anyone to not believe is ludicrous."&lt;br /&gt;- R.E. James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-9118023337101986652?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/9118023337101986652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/03/21-grams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/9118023337101986652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/9118023337101986652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/03/21-grams.html' title='21 GRAMS'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8179625063864495359</id><published>2011-02-20T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:07:01.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>"Hlinlkjalkj knlkn nl l, mlsaojem. Ljoimkm, ko  kolkell ulkmoijoel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever have one of those days where nothing makes sense? Well take heart (cheer up in Christianeese) because God knows what's going on even when we don't. He knows where we've been, where we are and where we are headed. And I am so glad He does. I am content in knowing that I don't know everything but He does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . . . jlmva poim oollkmk kn, l;lkmm, r4,900. kjojj! Life is a gift even when we don't understand what we're doing with it so enjoy the gift while it lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8179625063864495359?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8179625063864495359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/02/huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8179625063864495359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8179625063864495359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/02/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-810262623490752395</id><published>2011-02-15T12:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:01:36.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONHos8tyTls/TVrM904-noI/AAAAAAAAAK8/x-HMrUToJZo/s1600/Buddy_James_t640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONHos8tyTls/TVrM904-noI/AAAAAAAAAK8/x-HMrUToJZo/s200/Buddy_James_t640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573992851366125186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday you heard my first words as I'd talk,&lt;br /&gt;and just yesterday you taught me how to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you placed me on my first trike,&lt;br /&gt;and just yesterday you brought home that used bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday you picked me up whenever I'd fall,&lt;br /&gt;and just yesterday you coached me in baseball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you stood oh so tall,&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday you were there every time I would call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday you helped me in everyway,&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday we'd always have a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I was your biggest fan,&lt;br /&gt;because you were my greatest example of how to be a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just yesterday we would sit and talk, &lt;br /&gt;and yesterday I would help you when you needed to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I’d help you stand tall, &lt;br /&gt;and yesterday I’d be there when you’d call&lt;br /&gt;and lift you up when you would fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was just yesterday I was holding your hand, &lt;br /&gt;when you crossed from this world into the promise land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just yesterday you taught me how to love, &lt;br /&gt;because it was just yesterday &lt;br /&gt;you were the perfect example of our Heavenly Father above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-810262623490752395?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/810262623490752395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/810262623490752395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/810262623490752395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-yesterday.html' title='Just Yesterday'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ONHos8tyTls/TVrM904-noI/AAAAAAAAAK8/x-HMrUToJZo/s72-c/Buddy_James_t640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5255171853859192081</id><published>2011-02-09T10:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:27:47.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoarders</title><content type='html'>Last week in our "HOARDERS" series we mentioned two shows on TV that deal with Hoarding which take us into the lives of a couple of people every week who have the debilitating disorder known as Disposophobia which is a fear of throwing anything away so they save or hoard everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about how every show ends by showing us which hoarder took it to HEART and learned how to control their hoarding by getting rid of the stuff in their lives that was affecting them in a devastating and negative way, and which ones refused to change the way they’re living and fell back into the deep end of this painful disease full well knowing how the consequences of their actions will affect them and the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we asked the question of what it is as followers of Christ we might possibly be hanging on to, or Hoarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by looking at Matthew 6. 19-21 we UNCOVERED the fact that even as Christians, what we may be hoarding is our HEARTS. Because this set of scriptures or teaching "uncovers" [pardon the pun] a much deeper problem than just "storing up" or "hoarding" as Peterson puts it in the Message, our treasures. It also helps us to dig deep inside of ourselves and see that the heart or the "wellspring of life" is what needs laid bare and purged. Jesus tells us it's wrong to hoard that which is tangible here on earth but yet it's OK to hoard the intangible in heaven. You see He's not just referring to our treasures as being our money but our motives. Because if you dig deeper you can actually see the real problem is buried and hidden in what we've stored up in our hearts and who our hearts truthfully belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this weeks message we’re going to DIG even DEEPER to reveal what else we may be hoarding and not even know it. So join us Sunday, February 13th at 10:30 for our second message of "HOARDERS".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5255171853859192081?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5255171853859192081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoarders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5255171853859192081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5255171853859192081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoarders.html' title='Hoarders'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8536250663447184364</id><published>2011-02-03T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:49:15.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Jesus?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about how Jesus was, or rather is fully God and yet at one point in HIStory was also fully man. God incarnate. Born of a virgin, a human and conceived by the Spirit of God making Him God in the flesh. And no whether you are oneness or believe in the Triune God, 3 persons in One God you still believe that Jesus while on this earth in human form was the One and only God-Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As followers of Christ we all serve a Real God who came to this earth as real baby to die for our sins and raise again on the 3rd day conquering death, hell and the grave ... a Real Jesus. So how real is Jesus to us? Seriously, how real? Now I know this is going to sound a little different to some but please continue to read the rest of my thoughts after this statement and it will hopefully make some sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we have "deit-tized" Jesus to the point of where He has become less, or I should say "more" than a real Jesus to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand I'm not being heretical here I'm just trying to bring Jesus "down to earth" (pardon the pun) for our sake. You see if we are to truly have a relationship with God the Father, Jesus His only Son and the Holy Spirit who resides inside of every believer then we must change the way we view the human aspect of Jesus. First yes He came to take our place on the cross and take the sins of the world so every man woman and child can have the opportunity to be forgiven and spend eternity with our Creator. And yes He came to display to us Gods agape unconditional love for us. But Jesus also came to experience every joy, pain, sorrow, temptation, loss and victory that we would or we will ever experience as humans on this earth, making Him human ... or making Him "real".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again please understand I'm not denying the deity of Jesus Christ the Son of the Living God, for heavens sake and for my sake I would never ever do that. But what I am doing is trying to express the fact that Jesus let go of His own deity for the sake of creating a stronger relationship or bond between ourselves and God. This is the way Eugene Peterson puts it in Philippians 2.5-8 in the Message,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of yourselves the way Christ Jesus thought of himself. He had equal status with God but didn't think so much of himself that he had to cling to the advantages of that status no matter what. Not at all. When the time came,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; he set aside the privileges of deity and took on the status of a slave, became human&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Having become human, he stayed human. It was an incredibly humbling process. He didn't claim special privileges. Instead, he lived a selfless, obedient life and then died a selfless, obedient death—and the worst kind of death at that—a crucifixion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm saying is sometimes when we place Jesus on such a high pedestal (and rightly so) we forget that He came to not only relate to the human condition but He also came so "we" as the creation can relate to the Creator. And all I'm saying is maybe when we "deit-tize" Jesus' humanity in the wrong way we present and perceive Him as untouchable and intangible clouding our perspective of having a personal relationship with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Jesus is the Son of God but when my feet ache from being on them too long I like to remember Jesus was human and He walked pretty much everywhere He went so He experienced this human frailty. When those times come when I'm facing and dreading an agenda or an event that I know is going to take place in my future I like to remember Jesus' humanity expressing itself in His prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane. And when I'm frustrated as a follower and as a Pastor seeing Christians just not get the following part of Jesus' message I think back to a human Jesus' frustration when dealing with the disciples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Jesus is fully God and yet we can't forget that He at one time was fully man making it possible for us to not only relate, deal with, and control our own humanity but to help us to have a relationship with God and His Spirit who is at work in and through us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question that's only answerable from within our individual selves is do we serve an untouchable Jesus or a real Jesus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8536250663447184364?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8536250663447184364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-jesus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8536250663447184364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8536250663447184364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-jesus.html' title='A Real Jesus?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-3301295794123367855</id><published>2011-01-16T09:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T09:09:55.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Today's message is "theGREATdebate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are taking a look at the great debate between hymns and choruses. Some love one and not the other and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this say about us and our worship? Is it that we worship our worship or the One who is worthy of our worship? &lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;...or better yet join us at 10:30 this morning and listen to the GREAT DEBATE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-3301295794123367855?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/3301295794123367855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3301295794123367855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3301295794123367855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1308193937000229624</id><published>2011-01-08T21:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:55:53.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>Why is it you never see Christ followers paying $29.00 to $1500.00 to get in the doors and set in a pew or having tailgate parties and barbeque's in the parking lot at the church because they're excited about the victory that's already been won? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you never see Christ followers camping out in long lines, sleeping in sleeping bags in tents or on lawn chairs on the sidewalks to make sure they can get in the church doors to get the "latest" from iAm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it you never see Christ followers spending hours upon hours with their face in God's book waiting to read His latest post about Himself or about them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply said, why is it that those who say they're fans of Jesus Christ seem to not be as devoted as the NFL, iMac or facebook fans? And another maybe even more intriguing question is, are some who say they're Jesus fans possibly NFL, iMac or facebook fans too and if so where do their loyalties truly lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1308193937000229624?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1308193937000229624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1308193937000229624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1308193937000229624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-655860277558655668</id><published>2011-01-02T08:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:14:04.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW</title><content type='html'>Scripture tells us that NOW is the time of salvation. NOT today, tomorrow or the next but NOW. We are changed in a moment and the moment to change is NOW. We can't do it on our own that's why Jesus came to die and rise again so we could have a new heart, new life and a new direction. In other words He came to offer us change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We struggle, fight and argue over change because change is difficult and just plain hard. It makes us uncomfortable and we don't like to be uncomfortable. But in order to change we have to surrender. We must surrender our minds, our bodies and our wills over to God. In other words, what we think, what we do and where we go needs to line up with God's word and will. It's hard but it can be done if we will just say "I give up!" and then give it up to Him. You can do this NOW. You don't need to be in a church service with a preacher shaking his finger at you telling you you need to change, you already know that - don't you? Be honest with yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is waiting, He knows what's going on in your life, He knows your heart and He's waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it be... will you change NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask Christ to forgive you and change you and He will. Then I suggest you find a group of followers who are real about their faith and hang with them, learn with them and encourage and be encouraged by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your choice and chance to change... NOW. What are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-655860277558655668?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/655860277558655668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/01/now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/655860277558655668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/655860277558655668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2011/01/now.html' title='NOW'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6513426973990843420</id><published>2010-12-31T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:03:50.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Cross</title><content type='html'>34 Then he (Jesus) called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. &lt;br /&gt;35 For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save it. &lt;br /&gt;                                      - Mark 8.34-35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little after midnight or so this morning and I was thinking about how scripture repeatedly informs us that Jesus says in order to be one of His followers we must take up our crosses and follow Him or follow in His steps. I have heard other preachers including myself say "at least all we have to do is carry or crosses, He didn't say we had to be nailed to them." Now even though this statement is true I believe it has led us to believe in a fairytale of sorts. Because it implies that we will not suffer. Which is true to the degree that we won't have to suffer the punishment of being nailed to the cross because Christ has already died in our place. But the fallacy of this statement is that it may lead some to believe that if we follow Jesus we won't suffer at all. And this is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the shame, disgrace and pain of crucifixion was having to carry the instrument of your demise. It was a heavy, rough cut splintered object to carry. In other words it was a physical, mental and spiritual burden on your back knowing that what you are "taking up" now will soon be your end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we are to be pain, trouble, and care-free as followers of Christ then why would Jesus tell us to "take up OUR CROSSES" and follow Him? Because He knows we live in a fallen world where we will experience heartache, loss, pain and sorrow. Now this is not God's fault, even though sometimes we have a tendency to want to blame Him it's not His fault at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knew we would have troubles and tribulations in this life and these are OUR CROSSES to bear. It may not be because we have sin in our lives as some would preach or teach but because sin in general distorted and ruined what was once a perfect world. But to take up our cross and follow Jesus means to bear what we must bear in this life knowing that after this body has failed us God never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12.2-3 tells us that if we 2 fix our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.&lt;br /&gt;3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To follow Jesus is to enjoy this life, endure it hardships knowing someday we will spend eternity with Him in Heaven. So when we reflect back on 2010 I'm not going to suggest we forget the bad times or the good because both make us stronger and wiser for what lies ahead. And what lies ahead is if we continue to follow Jesus we will gain a more intimate and personal relationship with the one who was nailed to His cross so we won't have to bear the punishment of our sins after this life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes in this new year there will be a new cross but we must remember that if we follow Jesus He will never leave us, nor forsake us and His presence and leadership will give us a peace in knowing His great love is constant and consuming. And someday we will see Him face to face because we will have followed Him right into His Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some early morning thoughts on the cross and the new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6513426973990843420?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6513426973990843420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-new-cross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6513426973990843420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6513426973990843420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-new-cross.html' title='New Year New Cross'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2860705154201239352</id><published>2010-12-30T15:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:04:07.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/TRzz-kANBGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GoRx67tew4E/s1600/ACROPOLIS%2BPIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/TRzz-kANBGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GoRx67tew4E/s400/ACROPOLIS%2BPIC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556584296410317922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rise and fall of empires has little to do with managing prophets but more to do with manifested prophecy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2860705154201239352?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2860705154201239352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/rise-and-fall-of-empires-have-little-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2860705154201239352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2860705154201239352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/rise-and-fall-of-empires-have-little-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/TRzz-kANBGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GoRx67tew4E/s72-c/ACROPOLIS%2BPIC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5532292204825721618</id><published>2010-12-16T11:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:58:11.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Paradox Ever Told</title><content type='html'>But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” &lt;br /&gt;-Luke 2.10-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One silent night God exclaimed His love for the entire world,&lt;br /&gt;because our all powerful God came to earth in the form of a helpless child. &lt;br /&gt;Many had been waiting for His coming but very few noticed His arrival, &lt;br /&gt;so much so that there was no room for him in the world that He Himself had created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who was divine became human.&lt;br /&gt;He who has always existed with His heavenly Father traded His place on a lofty throne to be born of an earthly mother and be placed in a lowly manger.&lt;br /&gt;He who reigned over streets of gold was born in a borrowed cave used as a stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He exchanged His robes of splendor for swaddling clothes &lt;br /&gt;and He left the songs of the multitude of angels for the silent stares of a few humble shepherds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that night even though Jesus left His throne He became our King, &lt;br /&gt;a King who came not to be served, but to serve. &lt;br /&gt;A King who was born to die,&lt;br /&gt;a King who’s death would bring us life, &lt;br /&gt;a King who’s single solitary sacrifice would serve as a ransom for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God, Savior and King materialized to bless us with the gift of eternal life, yet on this day we celebrate His birth by blessing ourselves with material gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s this silent paradox of Christmas that beckons us to respond. &lt;br /&gt;And even though there are presents still waiting for us to receive, &lt;br /&gt;this season is truly about the gift we've already been given,&lt;br /&gt;the gift of God himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a jolly, jolly paradox this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5532292204825721618?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5532292204825721618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/greates-paradox-ever-told.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5532292204825721618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5532292204825721618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/greates-paradox-ever-told.html' title='The Greatest Paradox Ever Told'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2956795114726992053</id><published>2010-12-12T09:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:01:46.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>practice, practice, practice</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in my office listening to the worship team practice worship. My thought is why don't we all practice worship so when we get to church we are ready to be in His presence instead of waiting for someone to lead us into it? Would our hearts and time together be more eventful and fulfilling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2956795114726992053?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2956795114726992053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/practice-practice-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2956795114726992053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2956795114726992053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/practice-practice-practice.html' title='practice, practice, practice'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-928149677338391431</id><published>2010-12-08T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:36:20.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it will</title><content type='html'>With Christmas right around the corner what if instead of searching for gifts for family and friends we were to search our hearts for what gifts we could give Christ this next year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if instead of being all excited about what we might get under the tree, we were to get all excited about the gifts God's already given us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the things we take for granted. Like our life, every breath, the ground we walk on, and most of all the family and friends who haven’t forsaken us. You see these are the gifts of real importance and real substance because they are what make us who we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Christmas let’s not forget the real gifts we’ve been given by remembering God didn’t give us material things that first Christmas. He just materialized and generously and sacrificially gave us Himself leaving us the perfect example of what we should gift to Him and to those around us. And if we do this starting this Christmas and every day after, do you suppose our lives and the lives of those we say matter to us might just be more fulfilling because we will be filling them with the gift of our life and our love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-928149677338391431?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/928149677338391431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-it-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/928149677338391431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/928149677338391431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-it-will.html' title='I know it will'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-443250804962809175</id><published>2010-12-05T09:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:58:45.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT SHAMMAH!</title><content type='html'>2 Samuel 23 gives a list of King Davids mightiest men. These men are the equivalent of Israel's special forces of that time. These are God's chosen warriors and Shammah is #3 on this list and yet in verse 12 we find this one mighty man fighting and risking his life for a field of beans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these beans really worth his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you risk life and limb for beans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is his stand really about something deeper than a field of beans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read verses 11 and 12 and see what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-443250804962809175?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/443250804962809175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/but-shammah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/443250804962809175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/443250804962809175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/12/but-shammah.html' title='BUT SHAMMAH!'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5367302185639437568</id><published>2010-11-29T10:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:10:51.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Character</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in our morning service we looked at how evil can and will speak into our lives using the story in Acts 19 about the 7 sons of Sceva. We discussed how if these 7 sons were here today they would probably have 3 things they would like to say to us and they would be #1 "the voice of evil takes on many forms." #2 "Satan's kingdom is aware of who you are." And #3 "you can't use Jesus' name effectively if you're not convinced of His power." And the entire theme they would like to get across to us would be "Don't try this on your own!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today as I've been reflecting on this true story again about this demon possessed man beating these 7 grown men until they ran off bleeding and naked I've stumbled upon another truth that was invisible to me before. And this truth isn't just about these 7 "religious" men trying to use Jesus' name as some Harry Potter type of "magic word" to exercise the demonic presence from this other character in the story, but it's more about the fact that the force of evil made it's residence inside of this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I noticed that while we don't exactly know the individual names of these 7 men, we do know who's sons they are. Because they're recorded as belonging to the Jewish Chief Priest Sceva. So we can see by this fact that they are of Israeli descent and are evidently well versed in the religion of Judaism. But while we do have an idea of these 7 mens background and who they are, the possessed man in this story remains nameless for posterity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this story's all about the fact that you can't defeat evil if you don't have a personal relationship with Christ. But what about the other character in this story? What about this nameless man who is tormented and controlled by evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at what this man single handedly achieves (with the help of evil of course). When they came to exercise him they confront him and they say, "In the name of Jesus, whom Paul preaches, I command you to come out." But the evil spirit in this man tells them, "Jesus I know, and I know about Paul, but who are you?" Then he puts the hurt to all 7 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thought is that maybe this mans remaining nameless displays the fact that none of us are immune to evil being able to work in or maybe even through our lives. Just a hypothetical question but what if we were to write our name in the blank space where this mans name would be? You see this story shows me that if it's allowed to, evil can voice itself through our vocal cords, personify itself through our flesh, and even inflict emotional and physical harm to those around us most likely scaring them for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a few questions we should probably ask ourselves everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do we make sure that we're always in the "right spirit"?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do we always watch what we say, or even how we say it when speaking to, or even about others?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do we always weigh the consequences and the affects of our actions towards others?&lt;br /&gt;4. Which type of personification are we permeating through our actions and our words, helpful or hurtful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing. I wouldn't want to be like the 7 sons of Sceva and get a beat down every time I'm confronted by evil in my life, but on the other hand, I never want to be like the other character in this story either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5367302185639437568?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5367302185639437568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/other-character.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5367302185639437568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5367302185639437568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/other-character.html' title='The Other Character'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6997008225880541042</id><published>2010-11-28T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T09:26:27.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 voices</title><content type='html'>The seven sons of Sceva learned the hard way that evil can speak into our lives. With everything that goes on in this world and all the voices talking to us, at us, and over us there are really two voices we need to learn to distinguish. Good and evil. The only question is which one are we listening to. Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6997008225880541042?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6997008225880541042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-voices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6997008225880541042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6997008225880541042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-voices.html' title='2 voices'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6224058623870445101</id><published>2010-11-22T15:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:04:21.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught In The Current</title><content type='html'>I’ve always been told that “today is the first day of the rest of my life.” But doesn’t that mean that today is also the last day of what was my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact the few seconds it took you to read the first sentence of this blog is no longer your present but is now considered your past. And the sentence you are currently reading which only a moment ago was your future is now destined to be your past whether you choose to finish reading it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see to me, living in the future is just as unhealthy as living in the past. This is why I think we should always live in the moment because it’s really all we have. Now please don’t get me wrong because I’m not saying we should forget our yesterdays or ignore our tomorrows because it’s alright to reminisce about the past and we defiantly need to plan for the future. But what I am saying is its wrong to constantly live in either one like so many of us do. And of course the past can affect our now as well as our future but only if we allow it to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m trying to articulate that sitting around wishing things could be like they used to be or that we could go back and change our past is really no different than sitting around hoping our tomorrows will turn out better than our today’s. Because both waste precious time and steal our ability to not only live in, but enjoy the moment God’s given us to experience right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, allowing our past to affect both our present and our future seems to just be human nature. So wouldn’t it stand to reason that we can choose to make our futures better if we could just learn how to live every moment knowing that the moment we’re currently residing in will soon become our past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6224058623870445101?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6224058623870445101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/caught-in-current.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6224058623870445101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6224058623870445101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/caught-in-current.html' title='Caught In The Current'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6558993984605018398</id><published>2010-11-21T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:07:48.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks be to God</title><content type='html'>Thanks be to God our Creator and Redeemer. It's yet another day we've set aside to come together and corporately worship the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Today we are lifting up our praise and thanks for all of His benefits. We have the best medical and life insurance known to man and it's totally free to us. We just have to receive it. Thanks be to God our Creator and Redeemer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6558993984605018398?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6558993984605018398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-be-to-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6558993984605018398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6558993984605018398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-be-to-god.html' title='Thanks be to God'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5008813473142035503</id><published>2010-11-16T16:32:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:19:28.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Of Praise And Thanks</title><content type='html'>Psalm 103 is referred to as David’s “Hallelujah Chorus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if U remember, “Hallelujah” is Hebrew for “Praise God” and to praise means to glorify and give thanks. So that makes Psalm 103 David’s Thanksgiving Chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the psalms are poems and songs of praise and thanksgiving to God as our Creator, Sustainer, and Redeemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since David’s accredited for writing 73 to 75 out of the 150 Psalms that sort of means that he's the top singer and songwriter who’s singles hit number one in the charts recorded in the bible. And if you read his songs you'll notice they all have the same pattern. Because all of the verse’s are about his true life experiences, the good, the bad and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then his Choruses, like all choruses, are repetitious statements after every verse that always point out how God loves and provides for him in the good and in the bad times of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO what if we were to look at praise and worship the way David did? &lt;br /&gt;(Who by the way God says was "A man after His own heart.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would we better see that in order to worship God in spirit and in truth we would need our everyday lives to be like verses of a worship song that always lead to the glorious chorus and proof of God’s constant and consistent love and provision in our lives meaning that our lives would not just be seen by the world but our lives would resonate in the world as expressions of gratitude and thanks to our God in all things at all times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5008813473142035503?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5008813473142035503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-of-praise-and-thanks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5008813473142035503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5008813473142035503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-of-praise-and-thanks.html' title='A Life Of Praise And Thanks'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1402973104624775669</id><published>2010-11-13T18:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:27:09.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis-couraged</title><content type='html'>Discouragement effects everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job said, "God has no right to treat me like this... it isn't fair." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah wrote, "I have had enough, Lord... Take my life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King David wrote in Psalm 69, "I am exhausted from crying for help... waiting for my God to help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, "Where is God? Go to Him when your need is desperate... and what do you find? A door slammed in your face." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa once said, "In my soul, I can't tell you how dark it is... I feel like refusing God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Graham once said, "I have my moments of deep discouragement. I have to go to God in prayer with tears in my eyes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even Jesus Himself asked, "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we think any of us would be immune to discouragement? Listen, it comes in all shapes and sizes. It could be from losing a job, losing somebody you love or you just losing your mind. And on top of that, what discourages you may not discourage the next person but that doesn't mean you are weaker, we're just all different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we really need to realize is that those things that happen to us that bum us out didn't surprise God. He knew it was going to happen to us and we have to understand He didn't cause them but He allowed them to happen. Not because He doesn't love us or because He's some evil overlord that gets His kicks out of kicking us around. But these things happen to us because He loves us enough to allow us to make our own choices in life... right or wrong. Now He doesn't want those discouraging things in our lives to make us bitter, He rather we become better in spite of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it sounds like I'm trying to be a ray of sunshine here... but in all honesty, as long as we're on this earth we will have problems, pain and heartache. It's just life in it's fallen state. But there is a God who loves us and tells us that He has plans to prosper us, and not harm us, plans for us to have hope and a future. And we can see those plans fulfilled even in those times of discouragement if we will not only except His Son as our Savior but live for Him as the LORD of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1402973104624775669?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1402973104624775669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/dis-couraged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1402973104624775669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1402973104624775669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/dis-couraged.html' title='Dis-couraged'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-505324336213734457</id><published>2010-11-07T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:06:42.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day.</title><content type='html'>Well it's Sunday morning again. Today we're hearing a few parables or stories that Jesus told and a few stories about real events that took place. And the thing about these stories is they all have one thing in common. And that commonality still seen today. So this is the day to make a change to see this chain of stories cease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-505324336213734457?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/505324336213734457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/505324336213734457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/505324336213734457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-day.html' title='This is the day.'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-617086732982162449</id><published>2010-10-31T08:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:18:30.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Scare</title><content type='html'>Today is our 5th and final message in the "What Scares You?" series. Today's message is rated R because it's about a very Real subject and it's not only the grand finale but it's about THE grand finale! I pray that everyone leaves service today with a better understanding and a positive outlook on where they're headed after this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-617086732982162449?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/617086732982162449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/10/final-scare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/617086732982162449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/617086732982162449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/10/final-scare.html' title='Final Scare'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7220163574475875379</id><published>2010-10-24T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:47:53.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday reflections</title><content type='html'>Well today is the 4th message in our October series and I am stoked to hear Jon Sproule bring us God's Word in a message titled, "What If?" It's going to be a great message and I've been excited about it all week. We were in Springfield all week because our daughter got married to a wonderful young man, Jake. Who I am glad to call my Son-in-law. So it was awesome but also hard to give my little girl away to someone else. Thanks for letting me give you away. I love you Jess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7220163574475875379?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7220163574475875379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7220163574475875379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7220163574475875379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday-reflections.html' title='Sunday reflections'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-4960400419341152081</id><published>2010-10-10T09:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:20:52.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Scares You 2 ?</title><content type='html'>Well todays our second message in the "What Scares You?" series. And the title is "Things That Go Bump In The Night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our fears can either work for us or work against us. It just depends on which kind of fear we give into. The wrong fear is what caused Adam and Eve to run and hide from God when He came looking for them in the garden, but the right kind of fear which is the respect &amp; reverence for God and His Word is what kept them from eating of the forbidden fruit in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be digging into and Old Testament story in Judges 6 &amp; 7 to discover whether or not fear is good or bad for us. I pray this series helps us to battle those crippling fears that freeze us in out tracks and takes over our thoughts and actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-4960400419341152081?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/4960400419341152081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-todays-our-second-message-in-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4960400419341152081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4960400419341152081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-todays-our-second-message-in-what.html' title='What Scares You 2 ?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8883819573303219755</id><published>2010-10-03T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:54:16.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Scares You?</title><content type='html'>Well it's the first Sunday in October and we are starting a new series today titled What Scares You? We will find the origin of fear, discover what fear can do to us or keep us from doing and we will see what God's given us to conquer fear. This series will run the entire month and I'm praying it helps us all to understand there's a wrong kind of fear and a right kind of fear. So What Scares You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8883819573303219755?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8883819573303219755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-scares-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8883819573303219755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8883819573303219755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-scares-you.html' title='What Scares You?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1683786205522912100</id><published>2010-09-23T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:20:05.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rambling from Rev. Ron</title><content type='html'>With everything going on in the church and in our personal life I've put the blog on hold for a while. But now it's time to let it rip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a discussion with a friend who owns a business uptown the other day and we got on the subject of believers devotion. Like why is it some go to church and claim to be Christian but really never act like Christ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't understand how one can wear the name of Christ but act like the devil incarnate. Are these people going to heaven when their time comes? We decided we don't know for sure, and we can't say for sure. But I personally feel if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and looks like a duck, no matter how many times it says it's an eagle - it's still a duck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no matter how many times a person says they believe in Jesus, no matter how many times a person goes to church and no matter how many times they throw money in the offering bag if they're not offering their entire life &lt;strong&gt;wholly &lt;/strong&gt;over to a Holy God then I would say they are merely "Christian" in word and not in deed. Jesus said you can &lt;strong&gt;"tell a tree by the fruit that it bears"&lt;/strong&gt; meaning just because a tree's in an apple orchard doesn't mean it's an apple tree especially if it doesn't drop any apples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was impressed by the parellel between my friend and I's opinions of this same subject. Now you can call me judge-mental all you want but I'm just calling it as I see it. And let me tell you why I'm toasted about this subject using the metaphor from earlier. There are too many ducks out there calling themselves eagles which just FOWLS everything up because it makes real eagles look like a bunch of turkeys to all the other birds out there who need to meet the One who created all of us birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've had my FEATHERS ruffled and I've FLEW off the handle about this subject I can go back to ruling my ROOST and stop SQUAKING about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1683786205522912100?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1683786205522912100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-rambling-from-rev-ron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1683786205522912100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1683786205522912100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-rambling-from-rev-ron.html' title='Random Rambling from Rev. Ron'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8329295192422748759</id><published>2010-08-25T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:03:42.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping It Real</title><content type='html'>As followers of Christ we believe every thing the Bible says to be real, we believe Jesus Christ is real, that He really lived, really died and really lived again. We believe that our salvation is real through His death on the real cross and that our healing is real through the stripes He wore in His flesh. We believe that heaven and hell are real places and where we end up after this life really depends on either our sin or salvation through Gods real grace and mercy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since we believe all this to be real, then why is it when we show up for worship service on Sunday morning we pretend or act as if our lives are all OK? Why do we tell everyone when they ask how we're doing Sunday morning, "O I'm doing great" while inside we're really screaming for help because of our bills, job situations, sicknesses, stress, our kids, the neighbors kids and our family and finances are hurting? Why is it we believe everything about church and God should be real but we can't seem to keep it real with each other about our personal lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't think we should spill our guts whenever we meet together but I do believe we should share our hearts and keep it real. There isn't a single one of us who have perfect lives so why do we put on these fake smiles and wonder into church as if life isn't a real hassel sometimes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on you know how life can be sometimes and the thing is God knows it because He told us it would be in His Word. That's why He told us to love each other as family and love and help each other in our everyday lives. Yes, church is a place where we meet to worship God but it's also the place to share not just our joys but our burdens with each other and with our Creator so when we leave Sunday at around noon we will leave better off for it. So my thought is, we should just keep on keeping it real with each other, with God and especially with ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8329295192422748759?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8329295192422748759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/08/keeping-it-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8329295192422748759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8329295192422748759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/08/keeping-it-real.html' title='Keeping It Real'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5463413098863523187</id><published>2010-07-25T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:11:14.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up?</title><content type='html'>What's up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too much! There has been so much going on that it's been hard to get on the blog here and write anything. We've been cleaning Mom and Dads house (slowly) and tried to have a yard sale last week to move some of their treasures. We think we will probably bring half to our house and half to Tims (my brother) and sell the stuff out of our garages instead. It's just kind of hard to watch people walk in our home and pay fifty cents for something my parents treasured and then walk off with a part of our lives. It will be easier to sell it here, away from our childhood home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, Dustin and Lauren, our son and his wife are moving back and buying Dad and Moms house. This way it will stay in the family and my parents great grandchildren will live in the house that our father built. There is something about living a home that was constructed in love rather than built for a profit. Sort of reminds me of the home where my parents are now. Jesus said I go to prepare a place for YOU. Our homes in heaven are places constructed in love with each one of us in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be able to post a little more often but who knows what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5463413098863523187?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5463413098863523187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5463413098863523187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5463413098863523187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5034134466170273864</id><published>2010-06-02T14:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:55:44.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/TAa1QciugQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ldq7vNYNYNc/s1600/feet+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/TAa1QciugQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ldq7vNYNYNc/s200/feet+white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478265290887168258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well because I'm really starting to wonder if we as Christ followers truly understand what sacrifice really is. I mean I know missionaries understand because they give up their entire lives and their will for God's will. Which by the way is to introduce people to Christ and then encourage them to love Him, to give their lives over to Him and then make their lives all about Him and His will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Jesus painted a perfectly clear picture that His will, was all about giving up His personal will in order to see everyone be in God's perfect will. In other words, I'm having troubles seeing those who call themselves Christian and even those in ministry today making their life focus all about sacrifice. They act as if the world revolves around their desires, their wants or needs. And that is not what Jesus teaches! He teaches us to give our lives away. I may be all wrong in my viewpoint and forgive me if so...but all I see in today's young ministers are young men and women who are more than ready to be selfish rather than sacrificial. When they come out of bible college they demand a certain salary, insurance and living accommodations before they will even think of ministering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...REALLY! Just re-read the last sentence and see if it really makes since "biblically." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you might ask, "What's wrong with that? They worked hard in school and graduated in that field just like anyone going into the work place, right?" And I would answer you with this, "Yes, but you don't see doctors, lawyers or business men coming right out of school and being the head physician, partners in a big law firm or the CEO of a huge corporation." They had to start somewhere and dedicate their lives to their profession. The only difference with any of these and ministers of the gospel is ministry is not a profession it's a &lt;strong&gt;LIFE &lt;/strong&gt;lived that professes Christ as Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many small churches right here in America that are struggling to make ends meet and more importantly reach the unchurched because there are hundreds if not thousands of fresh ministers who refuse to lower their standards of working a secular job to support their calling to minister to the lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do not claim to be perfect when it comes to sacrifice myself, but at least I believe I have a true grip on what the word means, or what a life of sacrifice is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I am grateful and thankful that my Savior didn't have a "what's in it for me attitude" and that He not only understands but set the standard for what true sacrifice is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are going into or already feel you are in ministry all I have is this one word question we should constantly ask ourselves. Sacrifice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5034134466170273864?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5034134466170273864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/06/sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5034134466170273864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5034134466170273864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/06/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/TAa1QciugQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ldq7vNYNYNc/s72-c/feet+white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1600277026250714068</id><published>2010-05-22T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:49:49.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>timeLESS 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/S_hDZMyv8mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FYwSB3COpcA/s1600/timeLESS+hourglass+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/S_hDZMyv8mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FYwSB3COpcA/s320/timeLESS+hourglass+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474199447278711394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But I discovered later that Gods omni characteristics had stirred this unshakable curiosity that continued to resonate within my spirit. But instead of allowing myself to flow with the curious conscience that continually haunted me and make the time to fill that knowledge--less void, I always ended up suppressing my inquisitiveness and storing the data I had collected by downloading it into the collective hard drive in the back of my mind. Only allowing it to be opened and rebooted in those few quiet moments somewhere between the closing of my eyes and the drifting off into dreamless sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I would often for brief moments conservatively contemplate God’s Omnipotence or His all--powerfulness. Full aware that He had not only created all things seen and all things unseen but He also created what we assume we understand power itself to be. I would even delve into what I thought was valid insight into Gods omniscience or His being all--knowing because again He created all we know and all we consider knowledge and wisdom to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now there is an amusing anecdote on the subject of Gods omniscience. There was a time back in my teenage years where I just knew I had achieved a level of omniscience myself. I was right around 13 or 14 years old and I woke up one morning fully aware of the fact that somehow and someway I knew way more than my parents ever did and I seriously knew it all. And my mom would constantly confirm this teenage epiphany I had about myself because she was always asking “So you think you know it all huh?” &lt;br /&gt;   But now that I am older I can look back and see that Gods omniscience far exceeded my highly conceited and self proclaimed brain power of those earlier years and how it certainly surpasses the knowledge and wisdom I or anyone else could ever think they have attained for that matter. And so I have come to the conclusion that I honestly believe for anyone to say they can fully understand all of the elements of God’s omni--attributes is the same as “Placing God in a box” as the pastor said so many years before. . . . [There is more to this timeLESS manuscript but I most likely will not share anymore for a while.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1600277026250714068?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1600277026250714068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/05/timeless-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1600277026250714068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1600277026250714068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/05/timeless-2.html' title='timeLESS 2'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/S_hDZMyv8mI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FYwSB3COpcA/s72-c/timeLESS+hourglass+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5196908163043097210</id><published>2010-05-21T17:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:11:58.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>timeLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/S_dZY6iHPhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5TUATPVaUos/s1600/timeLESS+hourglass+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/S_dZY6iHPhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5TUATPVaUos/s320/timeLESS+hourglass+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473942156656197138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it may sound a little silly but in the not--so--distant past I have discovered that I really enjoy experiencing epiphanies.  Mainly because I came to realize there is this large chasm between just knowing facts and being seriously conscious of truths.  And so for me this in itself ended up being another epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It all started towards the end of 1990 when I first became aware of the fact that God is what I have now coined “omni--everything”.  I had just made the decision to follow Christ and was engulfed by this burning desire to learn everything I could about Him.  And one Wednesday night in our small church bible study the pastor mentioned all these “omni” words.  As a matter of fact his voice rose with the power of an energized and animated evangelist when he shouted “As Christians we have got to stop placing God in a box because the God we serve is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent!  He is all powerful, all knowing and He is always everywhere at all times!”  Now the truth he spoke that evening seemed to be the key to some unanswered questions that had been rattling around in my head.  You know those questions.  The ones you really want answered but are afraid to ask for fear of appearing dense.  Questions like how in the world does God know how many hairs are on not only my head but every other head in this world? And why would He even care?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So for awhile I was content that this newfound knowledge I had inquired gave me a decent grip on the whole “omni--everything” concept. . . .to be continued . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5196908163043097210?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5196908163043097210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/05/timeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5196908163043097210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5196908163043097210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/05/timeless.html' title='timeLESS'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/S_dZY6iHPhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5TUATPVaUos/s72-c/timeLESS+hourglass+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-211247451897283114</id><published>2010-05-08T17:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:08:13.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have listened!</title><content type='html'>Growing up my parents used to tell me so many things and so many times I either turned a deaf ear to what they were saying or I just didn't believe them (mainly because I knew it all). But the older I get the wiser they become and the more I realize I should have listened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance they would say, "The older you get the faster time flies." And I didn't believe them, but now I can attest to the fact that their almost prophetic words are coming to pass. I find there's not a enough time in the day to do what I know needs done and the nights continue to get shorter and shorter because I never seem to get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad used to always say "Son the choices you make now while you're young can affect the rest of you life so make good ones you know you can live with." Did I heed their warning? Of course not...(Another bad choice I totally regret now.) Guess what?...I should have listened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you happen to be reading this and for whatever reason at this time in your life you don't think your parents know what they're talking about...take some advice from a son who is turning 50 this year and really misses hearing his parents voices, let alone their words of wisdom...do yourself a favor and listen and heed their advice so later in life you won't end up saying to yourself, "I should have listened!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-211247451897283114?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/211247451897283114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-should-have-listened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/211247451897283114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/211247451897283114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-should-have-listened.html' title='I should have listened!'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7108616788653516291</id><published>2010-04-20T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:33:36.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you ever?</title><content type='html'>Did you ever think about thinking? Sometimes I just think about thought, why we do, when we do and what it does for us. Then I wonder about things I think about. Like if anyone else ever thinks about the unusual stuff I think of. For instance did you ever notice how the word believe has the word "lie" right smack in the middle of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did you ever think about the fact that when you blow in a dogs face it gets upset and seems to hate it but when you take the exact same dog for a ride in the car the first thing they do is stick their head out the window and act like they just love the wind blowing in their face? I'm thinking maybe it's not so much the air we blow in their face that bothers them as it is our bad breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever come up with this awesome invention and think about how to draw it, manufacture it, market it and just know you're going to become filthy rich from it only to find out somebody invented it over 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever forget exactly how old you are only to be upset when you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder how life would be if you were somebody else only to turn around and wonder if you were that somebody else, would you be wondering what life would be like to be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever write a blog then wonder if anyone ever reads it, understands it, or if it makes a difference in someones thought process or life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7108616788653516291?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7108616788653516291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7108616788653516291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7108616788653516291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-ever.html' title='Did you ever?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-4415211395329808616</id><published>2010-04-07T20:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:06:58.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In The Shadows</title><content type='html'>I read a comment my niece had written on facebook and it caused me to think about how each and everyone of us has a past, some good and some not so good. But whether we feel our past is good or not each of us has something we have done that we’re not so proud of, maybe even ashamed of and wish we’d never done. I knew exactly what she was writing about because I too have not lived the faithful Christian life and guilt followed me around even after I received God’s forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a truth I’ve personally learned to live in, is that if we have accepted Christ as our Savior then our past is gone and the only one who would like for us to feel guilty for the “shady” things or the sinful things we had done would be the enemy of our souls. Because the feeling of guilt is a result of one being guilty of a wrong and if we’ve accepted forgiveness through the shed blood of Christ Jesus then we are innocent in the eyes of God and need not feel guilt for something He’s taken from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when we constantly live in guilt for the shady things we committed then what we’re doing is living in the shadows. So if you battle with guilt for past [forgiven] sins think of it this way, a shadow is only a dark presence that’s destined to follow us. But when light comes on the scene shadows not only disappear but they no longer exist. So we as followers of Christ need not feel guilt but should feel joyful because Jesus died to set us free not only from our sin but also from guilt and He asks us to live in the light rather than live in the shadows. So if you battle this my advice is - stop living in the shadows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-4415211395329808616?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/4415211395329808616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-in-shadows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4415211395329808616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4415211395329808616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-in-shadows.html' title='Living In The Shadows'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-357547035280079171</id><published>2010-04-05T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:27:47.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Service</title><content type='html'>We had a great day yesterday remembering our Lord and celebrating the fact that He is Risen and is alive. The entire day seemed to be just perfect and I thank God for that. I took the opportunity to do a first person message where I spoke as one of the disciples who witnessed all the events from Thursdays Passover Supper with Jesus to His crucifixion and Resurrection. And as I was speaking I felt emotions not unlike those who were there during those events. I prayed long and hard about doing the service this way and was confident yet nervous it would not be convincing. But I believe God was glorified and people were transported from our little sanctuary to the table at the Last Supper, to the Garden, to the trials and etc. I personally was challenged to remember the passion that God and His only begotten Son has for us every morning I rise from my slumber, knowing some day we will rise to be with Him in the Kingdom of Heaven and see the nail scarred hands and feet of the One who saved our souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-357547035280079171?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/357547035280079171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/357547035280079171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/357547035280079171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-service.html' title='Easter Service'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7430830998251108332</id><published>2010-03-23T15:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:14:18.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The dark side of free will</title><content type='html'>As followers of Christ we are well aware of the term “free will” because we believe that our God in His sovereignty has given each of us exactly that, a free will-or a freedom to choose to do what is right. But on the negative or dark side of free will we also, (remember by God’s divine plan) have the freedom to choose to do that which is wrong. So the question is, is the issue with humanity’s insatiable habit of doing that which is wrong really about free will or is it actually all about being obedient or disobedient? Of course the facts laid out in black and white within the Word states that it’s about our choice to be obedient or not. But why is it we have that tendency to choose our will over God’s will for our lives? Why is it we, even as followers, like to manifest, mentally pencil in or interpret our own gray areas between the sentences of God’s written Word? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some clichés that most like to use which personally annoy me are, “God understands we’re just human”, or “God knows our motives” or how about this one... “Jesus died for my mistakes” - NO HE DIDN’T He died for your sins not your mistakes! When we make a willful decision to do that which is wrong it is not a mistake it is a sin - stop candy coating it to make it sound better or to ease your own conscience. And by the way, for those who like to comfort themselves with the second cliché above - at that point YES He knows your motives, which would be you’ve decided to become your own God by choosing what is right or wrong for your life, and totally avoiding your Creators do’s and don’t or rights or wrongs for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is if you truly love God with all of your heart, your soul, your mind and your strength then you should be living for Him wholeheartedly instead of halfheartedly. You will study and know the Word to show yourself approved and you will take upon yourself the mind of Christ and give every aspect of your life to and for God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7430830998251108332?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7430830998251108332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/03/dark-side-of-free-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7430830998251108332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7430830998251108332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/03/dark-side-of-free-will.html' title='The dark side of free will'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2812431038171735890</id><published>2010-03-10T10:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:35:14.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evil Eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/S5fI7S34tZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nFE0cQf6vUM/s1600-h/flyNeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/S5fI7S34tZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nFE0cQf6vUM/s320/flyNeye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447043195331982738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure everyone has heard the cliché “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder” but have you ever thought that maybe hypocrisy is in the eye of the beholder too? Now I know hypocrisy is hypocrisy but I’m referring to the fact that maybe it’s much easier for us to see hypocrisy in others before we see, or at least admit there is hypocrisy in our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7:1-5 in the New International Version records that Christ taught about this very thing. Matthew records that Jesus said,&lt;br /&gt;1"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. &lt;br /&gt; 3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what this tells us is that Jesus knows we have a tendency to see others faults before we recognize and rectify our own. Now those who dislike Christianity love to quote the first 3 words of this first verse in Matthew 7 where it says, “Do not judge”. But they, along with some believers, fail to actually see the total content of what Jesus was saying here. So to put it in a nutshell, Yes sometimes it’s easier for us to “judge” others before judging ourselves and indeed that is hypocritical of us but on the other hand consuming this record of Jesus’ teaching in its entirety we see by verse 5 Jesus says once you have honestly evaluated yourself and corrected your own self-blindness then you will see better how to remove someone else’s. To quote Matthew who quotes Christ, the end of verse 5 says, “and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.” You see we usually take these 5 verses and SEE them in the totally wrong perspective and act as if we are to not judge others and this is not what Jesus was teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact I really like the way the Message bible puts it, it says,&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7:1-5 1-5 "Don't pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults— unless, of course, you want the same treatment. That critical spirit has a way of boomeranging. It's easy to see a smudge on your neighbor's face and be oblivious to the ugly sneer on your own. Do you have the nerve to say, 'Let me wash your face for you,' when your own face is distorted by contempt? It's this whole traveling road-show mentality all over again, playing a holier-than-thou part instead of just living your part. Wipe that ugly sneer off your own face, and you might be fit to offer a washcloth to your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see HYPOCRISY IS LITERALLY IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER but yet it is the beholders responsibility to make sure his beam has been pulled before he helps others with their dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2812431038171735890?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2812431038171735890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/03/evil-eye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2812431038171735890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2812431038171735890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/03/evil-eye.html' title='The Evil Eye.'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/S5fI7S34tZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nFE0cQf6vUM/s72-c/flyNeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-4508809976893593734</id><published>2010-03-03T22:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:04:48.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>The sound of silence deafens the soul yet soothes the spirit. Light rays beckoning to feel their warmth in the cool of the early afternoon while mangled and un-manipulated thoughts wander aimlessly deep within the chasm of the uncorrupt chaos, restrained, bound and shackled on the inevitable fringe between reality and unavoidable idealism. Questioning yet lacking the expectation of answers. Searching but never seeing and breathing while never feeling alive. The present quickly becomes the future and the past hangs on as fading memories which slowly morph into the absentminded abyss of nonexistence. What IS will develop into what WILL BE while what IS surrenders to what WAS as the oscillating rotation endlessly finds itself at a point of no return, no turning back. The hands of time transform into Nike clad feet as forward momentum thrusts it into dimensions of the expected yet unanticipated unknown. And life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[some of my poetry locked away in my mind]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-4508809976893593734?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/4508809976893593734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4508809976893593734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4508809976893593734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1812702838392758954</id><published>2010-02-13T09:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:27:23.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Eve</title><content type='html'>Today is Valentines Eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the day before the "Day of love." The day couples express their love for each other with cards, candies, flowers and dinners. Wives and girlfriends patiently wait in anticipation to see what and sometimes "if" their sweethearts will get them. It's generally the day we display our love to the ones who love us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the One who loved us before anyone ever understood or experienced love or life for that matter? What about God? You know, the One who loved us while we were still sinners or to define it better the One who loved us while we were yet unlovable by His own standards? I find it totally amazing that Valentines Day the day we are expected to express our love to our better-half falls on a day we are to express our love corporately to the One who loved us before we ever existed. So what are we giving Him tomorrow? Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1812702838392758954?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1812702838392758954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1812702838392758954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1812702838392758954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-eve.html' title='Valentines Eve'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-3592788614032686693</id><published>2010-02-02T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:24:57.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reasoned silence</title><content type='html'>I have been silent on this blog for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find it better to not say (or write) anything if you have nothing positive to say. Not that my life has been filled with negativity but my mindset has been clouded due to a number of circumstances beyond my control. I think this world would be a much better place if at times we all would share "reasoned silence" instead of "thoughtless noise" just because we feel we need to be heard or listened to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen this day to write once again because I received news last night that there is a possibility that a friend from my past was found dead yesterday morning. He was the youngest to graduate with the class of 1978 and I was next to the youngest. Scot rode an awesome Harley and he was a Luthier which is a artisan who makes or repairs stringed instruments and Scot made fine handcrafted guitars, mandolins and dulcimers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding this out late last night and now waiting for some kind of news to know if it is true has caused me to withdraw into my own consciousness and reflect how none of us know what, when, where or how we will physically leave this life. And if everyone would meditate on that reflection they would possibly prepare for what exists after this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can tell Scot was an Atheist at most. As a matter of fact he called me about a year ago (at the last minute) to see if I could do his sons wedding because the minister they had asked to do it would not take "God" out of the marriage vows. As God would have it, I had a previous engagement that could not be broken which made me happy because I know I wouldn't have left God out of the marriage vows either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife Debi was my neighbor and best friend for the first 12 years of my life. As a matter of fact she is in a number of my childhood videos and I have even shown one of those videos for a sermon illustration at church. I will most definitely be in prayer for her and the family, (if what I heard is true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad but true how life ending for others can causes us to reflect on our own mortality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my reasoned silence has been broken by a life which has been silenced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-3592788614032686693?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/3592788614032686693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/02/reasoned-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3592788614032686693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3592788614032686693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/02/reasoned-silence.html' title='reasoned silence'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-789528979964934640</id><published>2010-01-16T13:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:17:32.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Disaster</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I find it deeply distressing and disheartening that it takes major devastation from natural disasters for not just entire nations, but humanity in general to work together to rescue others in dire need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying we shouldn't do everything within our powers to help others in times like this earthquake in Haiti, but can you imagine how much better the condition of our entire world would be in if we would all just give of our time, finances and prayers to meet the needs of others consistently and not just when a catastrophe causes focus on a particular people group, city or country? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously shouldn't the lack of food, safe drinking water, clothes, medical needs and the number of orphaned children in this world count as a calamity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we all, all of a sudden band together as humanitarians and become heroic when massive numbers of people die in an earthquake or a tsunami at one time, and yet year, after year, after year large amounts of human lives are lost due to a lack of the basic and abundant needs most of us take for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we place just as high a value on one life as we do on fifty thousand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, if all of humanity would work together all of the time like we do in times such as this earthquake in Haiti then meeting the needs of those who go without would make this world a far, far better place for everyone. The fact is the worldwide death toll and crime rate would not only decrease but the world's economy would most assuredly improve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does this leave us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the most part it leaves us watching the devastating pain and suffering of events such as this earthquake in Haiti on the news or on the Internet, and maybe sending money, food or clothing to help. And for some it might lead to flying into that particular location to help with the rescue attempts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what then? So many of those in Haiti like other places, live without the basic needs to sustain life before natural disasters like this one takes what little they do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So which is the real "natural disaster" or catastrophe?&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the fact that people suffer because of earthquakes and tsunami's or is it possibly the fact that other human beings in our world suffer because the rest of humanity just naturally ignores their basic needs to sustain decent livable lives before or after these natural disasters strike?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-789528979964934640?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/789528979964934640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/01/natural-disaster.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/789528979964934640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/789528979964934640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2010/01/natural-disaster.html' title='Natural Disaster'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-3397529882055362471</id><published>2009-12-23T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:02:15.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth-ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SzL10fwpYLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Y7Uw0uP1AFM/s1600-h/WORSHIP_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SzL10fwpYLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Y7Uw0uP1AFM/s320/WORSHIP_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418663583907668146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little discombobulated due to the opinions of some Christians, or should I say the biased hardcore “beliefs” of some believers about different worship styles. Yes I am talking about the ultimate debate between the beloved hymns and the more recent choruses. If you have been in any church for any amount of time whatsoever you have discovered that there are those who religiously, and I do mean “religiously” insist hymns are the only songs that must be sung, there are those who only enjoy the new choruses and then you have those who don’t mind singing both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my dazed and confused state is not as much concentrated on the “men and women of God” as much as it is on their reactions or better said their lack of action to the style of worship they dislike. Sadly some have this honest belief that true worship only takes place when one sings out of the hymnals. So when a song is being led in a style they blatantly detest they choose to not sing as if they are making this bold proclamation of protest against some sort of raging machine they feel is leading the masses away from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my opinion when it comes to the worship debate my question to all who dare to call themselves Christian would be “WHO DO WE THINK WE ARE?” I mean seriously, who DO we think we are to act as if God agrees with us on OUR choice of worship styles? Isn’t worship all about Him and not at all about us? How dare we assume God can or will only move due to one style of worship over another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest when I think of these brothers and sisters in Christ my heart is troubled and I am sincerely filled with sorrow for them because they just don’t seem to get it. You see the sad, sad fact that these opinionated Christians need to understand is that their decision to NOT sing certain worship songs based solely on their personal disapproval of them is like personally making a decision that God is not worthy of all of their praise. So of course they will not FEEL or SEE God move in their lives because they’re not open to His moving or His “inhabiting their praises” because of their personal decision to just not worship because of their personal preference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship whether we’re singing the old or the new is all about the expression of God’s worthiness to us as our Creator, King and Savior. So we should sing every song with every ounce of our beings and stop being so concerned about our personal preferences and become more concerned about our personal relationship with our personal Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-3397529882055362471?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/3397529882055362471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/worth-ship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3397529882055362471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3397529882055362471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/worth-ship.html' title='Worth-ship'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SzL10fwpYLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Y7Uw0uP1AFM/s72-c/WORSHIP_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1242252798149970130</id><published>2009-12-17T19:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:15:14.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts for The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Syrx2qvSFFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZTQDUGCxMxo/s1600-h/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Syrx2qvSFFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZTQDUGCxMxo/s320/gifts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416407423354278994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is our third message in the CHRISTmess series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone arrives at church hopefully they will notice there is an upside down ChristMESS tree standing tall in the sanctuary which displays how we have turned the original meaning of Christmas upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now above the tree are three gifts. A gold, blue and red gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This bit of information may not be in the message Sunday so if you are reading this blog you will get an extra bit of information that those who don't read it may never see or hear.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three gifts represent the three gifts scripture records the wise men present to the baby Jesus, gold, frankincense and myrrh. The gold gift represents the gift of gold, the blue- frankincense and the red- myrrh. These three gifts, like the three given to Jesus over two thousand years ago represent who Jesus is to humanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gold- His Deity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue- frankincense which is burned in the synagogue as worship to God representing the fragrance of heaven.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The red- myrrh which is a toxin used in small amounts with wine as an anesthetic or pain-killer which is associated with suffering and death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these three gifts represent the fact that Jesus IS the KING OF KINGS, our One True High Priest and the Ultimate Sacrificial Lamb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the Red gift has a green covering flowing from it's opening. This is an illustration I added to represent the everlasting life that flowed from Jesus' sacrfice. [green being the color which represents everlasting life] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these gifts like the title of this blog were presented to THE GIFT God has given us in His Only Son. A Gift I pray we never take for granted or forget the three gifts represent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1242252798149970130?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1242252798149970130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifts-for-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1242252798149970130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1242252798149970130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifts-for-gift.html' title='Gifts for The Gift'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Syrx2qvSFFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZTQDUGCxMxo/s72-c/gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2521485946346875122</id><published>2009-12-15T12:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:38:00.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mess In CHRISTmess</title><content type='html'>We are in the middle of our December series “CHRISTmess” and so far we’ve recognized that even though Joseph and Mary (Jesus’ parents) were definitely in God’s will for not only their lives but the lives of all of humanity they still had heartaches and trials that turned their lives upside down and made the plans they may have had for their future lives together a complete mess. The end result of the message was that just because our lives seem to be a mess that doesn’t mean that we are out of God’s will for our lives, as some would have us to believe and maybe we are right smack in the middle of the mess we are in because we are right smack in the middle of God’s will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 13th we inspected, examined and analyzed Matthew 1 which records Jesus’ genealogy through Joseph, His earthly father’s family tree…and talk about a mess! There are Gentiles, prostitutes, liars and thieves in His dad’s lineage. Which allows us to understand that no matter how messed up we or our roots are, being adopted into God’s family tree is what makes us Holy. Not anything in and of ourselves, or anything we can do will make us Holy except for the fact that God has adopted us into His family tree. And in turn it shows us that God can use us to birth His salvation into the lives of those around us no matter how big a mess we seem to be or be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week I’m not totally sure what the message will entail but I believe we are talking about how Christmas has become a CHRIST-mess because we have totally turned it upside down! And somewhere in the middle we may discover (I’m not for sure yet) but we may discover that every miracle needs a mess to manifest itself in. Jesus was born not only in the middle of the mess of a feedlot but He was also born right in the middle of the mess that mankind had made of themselves and their relationship with Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is since every miracle needs a mess to manifest itself in, the way things are going right now for my wife and I and for our great nation...there must be a miracle coming real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2521485946346875122?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2521485946346875122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/mess-in-christmess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2521485946346875122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2521485946346875122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/mess-in-christmess.html' title='The Mess In CHRISTmess'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2906102122633515225</id><published>2009-12-10T14:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:32:05.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>etc. etc. etc...</title><content type='html'>To be honest, it's the way we use the word "control." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a follower and firm believer in God the Father, Jesus the Son and the Holy Spirit I believe God is definitely (and) ultimately in control of the future and the destiny's of those who believe and those who do not. But the "choice" to believe is still left to the individual. And every Christian should fully agree with this statement because it is the basis of our faith in Christ and what He has done for us. And to seriously disagree with this fact would mean that God "does" choose who accepts Him and who doesn't. (Now I hope I am explaining this thought clearly enough.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know the decision to make it to heaven or end up in hell is truly  ours to make. Take the two thieves on their crosses on either side of Jesus at their crucifixion. One decided to believe, accept, and confess not only his own guilt, but that the man beside him was also Jesus the Christ, the Lamb and Son of God. The other chose not to believe, admit or confess that Jesus is Lord. These two men and their individual decisions are representative of all of humanity. Jesus died for both men, (or for all humanity to be exact) but only one accepted and made the independent choice to follow Him to Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this, within God's will for all of humanity there is a [plan A] and a [plan B] (referred to by some as His "perfect will" or His "permissible will".) [Plan A] is what God likes and plans for our lives but then there's [plan B] which is what He allows to happen in our lives by the choices we make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask Adam and Eve! And don't only ask them about their "fall" as it's called, or better put, their decision to "jump" into the sin of disobedience but ask them what it's like to have one of their sons beat their other son to death and then lie about it. To rephrase it, ask them if they think God seriously wanted Cain to brutally murder Abel in a jealous fit of rage and then act as if Abel deserved it or had it coming. You see it may not always seem fair or right but sometimes good people get hurt by bad people who make selfishly bad decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know and believe that God is all-powerful, all-knowing and all-present at all times (and in all of time) so He knows the decisions we are going to make before we even make them. Because listen, He knows every decision we've ever made, every choice we make now and He already knows the outcome of every one we will make in the future because He is already there! This is why the well known scripture points out that Jesus is "the Lamb that was slain before the creation of the world." He was, is and is to come. You see God exists outside of time. So God is still at the beginning of creation, He is here as you are reading this blog, and He is already present at the end of time as we understand it. Which does mean that He is in ultimate control, and yet (allows) us to choose our own destiny's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it makes sense...Shalom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2906102122633515225?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2906102122633515225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/etc-etc-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2906102122633515225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2906102122633515225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/etc-etc-etc.html' title='etc. etc. etc...'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6620865263414321548</id><published>2009-12-07T22:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:10:13.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe In The Word? Believe This One!</title><content type='html'>1 John 5.19 [niv] "We know that we are children of God, and that the whole world is &lt;strong&gt;under the control &lt;/strong&gt;of the evil one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case someone doesn't understand what my previous blog was all about let me put it in a simpler statement. If God is in control the way most think (like some mysterous puppeteer) then He would not have given mankind free-will. Our lives as followers of Christ depend on choice not chance, circumstance or compulsory. We choose to believe, choose to follow and choose to live for Him. If God chooses to control everything and everyone then He would not have made choice a factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do believe God is in control of the lives of those who choose to follow Him and His Word, but by choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6620865263414321548?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6620865263414321548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/believe-in-word-believe-this-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6620865263414321548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6620865263414321548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/believe-in-word-believe-this-one.html' title='Believe In The Word? Believe This One!'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7376527165798745762</id><published>2009-12-07T10:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:00:16.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Control Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Sx1CXaJOqqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5V2i-lsrXhM/s1600-h/puppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Sx1CXaJOqqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5V2i-lsrXhM/s320/puppet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412555297091660450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we heard this statement, “Everything is going to work out because “God is in control”?&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, how many times have I even made this proclamation from the pulpit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God really “in control?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God is in control then why does this world seem to be so out of control? Why is there hatred, sickness, and disease? Why is alcohol and drugs ruining lives? Why do we have wars, crimes and murder? If God is in control why are people starving and going without the basic needs to sustain life? And if God is really in control then why does sin even exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was this statement birthed, and have we misinterpreted, misquoted and maybe just maybe misused it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this declaration echo’s from Paul’s words where he writes this to the Romans in chapter 8 verse 9... “You, however, are controlled not by the sinful nature but by the Spirit, if the Spirit of God lives in you. And if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, he does not belong to Christ.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we need to come to a deeper understanding - a revelation if you will - that we totally take this “God is in control” thing out of context. We seem to treat this statement or quote as if everything that has happened, everything that is happening and everything that will ever happen is within God’s will for us as individuals and for this world. But for all appearances sake that really can-not be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word of God has specific truths about what God’s will is and what His will is not. For instance, 2 Peter tells us that God “doesn’t want anyone to perish, but He wants everyone to come to repentance.” But the fact of the matter is, not everyone repents and they do perish. So how can we say that He is in control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I’m trying to point out is that essentially if God is in control the way we’ve morphed the truth into being, then that would make Him less of a loving Father and more like this obsessed control freak who manipulates us like His marionette puppets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To properly rephrase the “God is in control” philosophy maybe we should follow it up with, “But only if we follow His leading or only if we are obedient to His Word and Spirit.” Or maybe we should replace the “God is in control” with “God will have the last word and what happens between now and then is not left up to chance but to choice.” I know it’s a little lengthier but in my world, I find it to be more accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7376527165798745762?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7376527165798745762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/control-freak.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7376527165798745762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7376527165798745762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/control-freak.html' title='Control Freak'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Sx1CXaJOqqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5V2i-lsrXhM/s72-c/puppet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1274807914036576756</id><published>2009-12-02T15:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:34:58.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2nd</title><content type='html'>December 2nd, the day before December 3rd. This and May 3rd, 2 days I will dread as long as I walk this earth. I'm only human. Not super-human, not even super-spiritual. If anything I am superficial when it comes to my own emotions, as in most of the time I wear them on my sleeves for all to see. I never want to pretend that loss of love is minimized by believing and living for the Messiah. He came to experience sorrow, greif and yes, even loss. I have a joy unspeakable and full of glory because I know that the future holds a family reunion that will last for eternity but until then we must deal, live and strive to continue on. Help me LORD tonight and tomorrow to focus on your promises and not on losses. December 2nd, the day before December 3rd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1274807914036576756?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1274807914036576756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-2nd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1274807914036576756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1274807914036576756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-2nd.html' title='December 2nd'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6096020753107932976</id><published>2009-11-14T12:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:09:37.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Witnessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Sv8AaIXYprI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6KGZcqixx0Y/s1600-h/adoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Sv8AaIXYprI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6KGZcqixx0Y/s320/adoor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404038526790051506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for the third time I’ve had 2 young students at the door in suits carrying briefcases and [their] bibles. One is about 16-17 the other about 9-10. The older does all the talking while the younger stands there stiff and frozen with this look on his face like a deer paralyzed by the headlights of a monster truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older is polite, respectful and courteous as he lays out his introduction and does his best to befriend me. Now the first time we met on my porch I informed him I was the Pastor of the Pentecostal Church not twenty feet from us, (thinking that would send him running never to return) but it didn’t faze him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this morning he asked if I would like to have some W.T. information to read and I politely accepted and listened as he read from his word, how- believe it or not, people can be deceived by the false teachers and teaching of today and be lead astray from Christ’s original teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have the full picture of what and who we’re talking about, I need to admit to you that usually I will open my Bible and start witnessing to the Witnesses about false teachings and teachers myself. But again today with these two young boys I couldn’t help but constantly think about how they think they are doing what they need to do to make it into their J.W. "heaven" (wich is just soul-sleep for them- since their elite 144 thousand have already beat them to being included in the “New Heaven” of their scriptures version). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one way I felt I was doing them a favor by letting them witness to me, but the reality of it is- I wasn’t. They thought they were [doing = works] what they needed to do to make it to their eternal resting place after this life and I continued to play along because to be honest they go away quicker if you don’t confront them with the Truth. BUT by my not telling them the Truth I failed as a Christian let alone a Pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YES the Witnesses are dedicated to going from door to door talking about their beliefs but they are taught that in so doing they attain their reward in their heaven BY WHAT THEY DO- not by the grace of God through the shed blood of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is we should be that dedicated in seeing others come to a relationship with Jesus that we would feel the need to go door to door, but in order that others might give their hearts to God, not so we may attain salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if God allows the Witnesses to confront me again I shall take the time out of my day to witness to them and plant some seeds of thought in their minds and hearts that we don't have to do anything to have our Father in heaven love us accept, accept His love, His grace and His mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6096020753107932976?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6096020753107932976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/11/witnessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6096020753107932976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6096020753107932976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/11/witnessing.html' title='Witnessing'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Sv8AaIXYprI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6KGZcqixx0Y/s72-c/adoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7845189885420179124</id><published>2009-10-21T23:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:09:20.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCOURAGE</title><content type='html'>ENCOURAGE, The Greek word is “parakaleo”, which literally means "to call alongside."  It suggests that an object or person is under pressure (fearful, weak, overwhelmed), and it means to strengthen by giving appropriate aid.  Ancient Greek authors sometimes used it to describe military reinforcement in difficult times during battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And parallel to that description biblical encouragement suggests that Christians live under intense pressure--not just the normal pressures of everyday life in a broken world, but also the pressures of serving Christ in a spiritually hostile environment--and therefore need to be spiritually strengthened on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible repeatedly communicates that we should always encourage one another in God's Word/Truth and hope in ways that personally strengthen us to continue to follow God's will for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus calls us to become communities where encouragement is not only a natural action but a mutual, common and equal give-and-take environment. 1 Thessalonians 5:11 tells us to “. . . encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.”—so we can not only strengthen each other but so we can become beacons of hope to those who have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it always seems to surprise people when I explain the fact that I wasn’t born a pastor…but it’s the honest truth. But when I did accept Christ and become one of His followers I had the opportunity to sit in many a pew and witness the “use and abuse” of church leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing I downloaded mentally was that too often we look at our pastors, teachers and other church leaders as if it’s solely their responsibility to always encourage us, the church and the community. The reality is that the Word clearly states that our pastors, teachers and leaders real responsibility is to equip the body so they too will become encouragers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:11-12 says,&lt;br /&gt;11 Now these are the gifts Christ gave to the church: the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, and the pastors and teachers. 12 Their responsibility is to equip God’s people to do his work and build up the church, the body of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT just because I now happen to pastor but because it’s a truth found in Gods Word, we need to understand like verse 11 says church leaders are actually “gifts” from Jesus Christ (I didn’t say it, God says it in His Word) and they need to be treated with respect not contempt, and they need to be encouraged just as much, if not more than other followers. A word of appreciation, encouragement and constant prayer are all great ways to encourage not only leadership but everyone around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever but I need to close with this fact, “parakaleo” is also the term Jesus chose to describe the Holy Spirit in His coming to live in and minister through every Christian. So even when we feel as though we don’t have the strength or ability to be an encourager, the Holy Spirit living within us “comes alongside of us” to council, comfort and complete Gods mission and ministry through our lives. And if you’re wondering, that’s exactly how church leaders can be encouragers to everyone else even when they need encouragement themselves. So the next time you need encouraging seek out the Christ-given gift of your church leadership then do your best to be and encouragement to others through the other Christ-given gift, the Holy Spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7845189885420179124?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7845189885420179124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/encourage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7845189885420179124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7845189885420179124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/encourage.html' title='ENCOURAGE'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6073129214770480639</id><published>2009-10-18T17:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:38:42.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Stx55caRfBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FAy6VgzDInk/s1600-h/PARA+ACTIVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 26px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Stx55caRfBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FAy6VgzDInk/s320/PARA+ACTIVE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394320481468906514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in service we talked about becoming fully aware of the presence, the purpose, and the power of the Paranormal Activity that's around us. Now we didn't talk about the paranormal in the sense that Hollywood has described as the undead or gobblins. But as the word paranormal is defined = the word Paranormal is a general term that describes unusual experiences that lack a scientific explanation. And the Word of God is filled with paranormal activity that science can in no way explain. We actually talked about how the normal (that which we can see and scientificly explain) and the paranormal (the unexplained) not only exist but they co-exist all around us all of the time. More or less today's message was a precursor to a new series titled "Ghost Hunters" (from SyFy's tv series) starting here at the church November 1st (the day after Halloween.) We will be studying about the HOLY SPIRIT and His gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6073129214770480639?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6073129214770480639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranormal-activity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6073129214770480639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6073129214770480639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranormal-activity.html' title='Paranormal Activity'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Stx55caRfBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FAy6VgzDInk/s72-c/PARA+ACTIVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-50028956971008428</id><published>2009-10-08T12:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:35:10.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Paul's prison cells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Ss4ixlyJ49I/AAAAAAAAAGg/31SVUbZWEtE/s1600-h/Pauls+prision+cell+in+Philippi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Ss4ixlyJ49I/AAAAAAAAAGg/31SVUbZWEtE/s320/Pauls+prision+cell+in+Philippi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390284039360472018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Pauls prison cell in Philippi. It was unearthed from 1956-1961.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-50028956971008428?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/50028956971008428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-pauls-prison-cells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/50028956971008428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/50028956971008428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-pauls-prison-cells.html' title='One of Paul&apos;s prison cells'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/Ss4ixlyJ49I/AAAAAAAAAGg/31SVUbZWEtE/s72-c/Pauls+prision+cell+in+Philippi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-3850312298363784624</id><published>2009-10-08T12:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:21:40.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hcBzn7oGBeU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hcBzn7oGBeU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band Creed released their debut album “My Own Prison” on June 18, 1997. It’s been certified as 6x platinum and is one of the top 200 selling albums of all time in the United States. Even though Creed is in no way a “Christian band” most of the members have Christian roots embedded into their younger personal lives and you can see these roots reveal themselves on the surface of their lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week in my personal study and devotion time I’ve been contemplating and comparing a few facts about Saul/Paul’s life and his terms in prison. Even though it’s hard to be specific about the totality of years in which Paul spent being imprisoned, biblically speaking it adds up to approximately seven years or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now during one of his stints in prison we read of a scene in Acts 26.9-11 where Paul is standing before King Agrippa and giving a summary of his own life, before his own personal conversion and experience with Christ. And we should take note of the commonality in which Paul uses to connect with not only the king, but his captor and judge who has the power to set him free from his physical prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Acts 26.9-11 records of Paul’s confession. He says,&lt;br /&gt;9 “I too was convinced that I ought to do all that was possible to oppose the name of Jesus of Nazareth. &lt;br /&gt;10 And that is just what I did in Jerusalem. On the authority of the chief priests I put many of the saints in prison, and when they were put to death, I cast my vote against them. &lt;br /&gt;11 Many a time I went from one synagogue to another to have them punished, and I tried to force them to blaspheme. In my obsession against them, I even went to foreign cities to persecute them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I get into just one of the trains of thought I’ve been riding this past week I would like for you to notice when you read Acts chapter 25 and 26 that first and foremost Paul does not plead for his own life but he pleads for the life of his captors. He doesn’t try to get himself set free with educated words but instead he tries to allow God’s Word to set King Agrippa and all who are listening free.&lt;br /&gt;Verses 28 and 29 of Acts 26 says; &lt;br /&gt;28 Then Agrippa said to Paul, "Do you think that in such a short time you can persuade me to be a Christian?" &lt;br /&gt;29 Paul replied, "Short time or long—I pray God that not only you but all who are listening to me today may become what I am, except for these chains." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's not enough room on this blog to post everything I’ve studied but here is just a slight hint of the fuel which ignited the vehicle of my week’s personal study. I found it amazing that Saul/Paul life’s role was utterly and totally reversed. Please notice he went from persecuting, imprisoning and killing Christ’s followers to being persecuted, imprisoned and eventually killed as a Christ follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And listen, Paul’s prison cells didn’t have a sink, a toilet, a bed, a weight set in the yard or cable TV. His cells were places of darkness, death and despair and yet he uses these dismal depressing places to write the Words of God and see those alongside of him find Christ. His life’s plea was never “Lord set me free from my chains or prison” but rather he used his chains and cells to see others set free from their peronal prisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can we take from this? Should we ask ourselves “Have we personally fashioned our own prisons from our jobs, our towns, living conditions, financial situations or our surroundings?” Or are our prisons actually just our selfish viewpoints of our own personal lives? Have we made ourselves comfortable in our own prisons by being content to be discontent? Do we set around holding ourselves captive by our life's conditions to the point of where we just can’t see the need around us for others to experience the freedom that can only be found through a relationship with Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this isn't really even the tip of the iceberg as to what’s been going on in my mind and heart, it’s just a drop in the ocean. But I will leave you with this question for you to ask yourself, “Am I just surviving in My Own Prison or am I focusing my life on setting others free?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-3850312298363784624?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/3850312298363784624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-own-prison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3850312298363784624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3850312298363784624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-own-prison.html' title='My Own Prison'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-3428486074246724443</id><published>2009-10-06T11:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:53:13.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love Forever and Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SstzACpGRGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lR2NXloAxeo/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SstzACpGRGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lR2NXloAxeo/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389527823625372770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are not only designed for the cleansing of the eyes but the washing of the spirit and soul due to loss and separation. That's why there are no tears or sorrow in Heaven. Because once we're there, we will not only be forever with those who went on before us but we will also be with the One who made it all possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of eternity, life is short but True Love HAS, IS and WILL always last forever. So all of the worship, praise and thankfulness that flows outward from within the confines of our earthen containers during this earthly life is merely practice for the everlasting to everlasting to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today and everyday our worship and our praise should move outward and upward to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit for being that True Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 30.4-6 [NIV]&lt;br /&gt;4 Sing to the LORD, you saints of his; &lt;br /&gt;praise his holy name. &lt;br /&gt;5 For his anger lasts only a moment, &lt;br /&gt;but his favor lasts a lifetime; &lt;br /&gt;weeping may remain for a night, &lt;br /&gt;but rejoicing comes in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;6 When I felt secure, I said, &lt;br /&gt;"I will never be shaken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 11.35 [NIV]&lt;br /&gt;35 Jesus wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13.8 [NIV]&lt;br /&gt;8 Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4.15-17 [NIV]&lt;br /&gt;15 If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in him and he in God. 16And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. &lt;br /&gt;God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. 17In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment, because in this world we are like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4.19 [NIV]&lt;br /&gt;19 We love because he first loved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 1.8 [NIV]&lt;br /&gt;8 "I am the Alpha and the Omega," says the Lord God, "who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 2.4 [NIV]&lt;br /&gt;4 Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21.3-5 [NIV]&lt;br /&gt;3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. 4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." &lt;br /&gt;5 He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-3428486074246724443?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/3428486074246724443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/tears-are-not-only-designed-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3428486074246724443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3428486074246724443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/10/tears-are-not-only-designed-for.html' title='True Love Forever and Always'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SstzACpGRGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lR2NXloAxeo/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7486900996159158961</id><published>2009-09-29T09:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:31:23.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Passionate Plea</title><content type='html'>This is a cry from within the passion of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have allowed our Doctrines and our Denominations &lt;br /&gt; - to Dictate and Define who we are&lt;br /&gt;    rather than the Divine Deity of our Deliverer and Savior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I mean if you think about it…&lt;br /&gt;  We have re-defined ourselves&lt;br /&gt;   from WHO our Creator and our Re-Creator - HIS SON… &lt;br /&gt;     created us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, we ARE Christians &lt;br /&gt;- and that’s all find and dandy, that's who we should be…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;…but now we’ve tagged ourselves as something all together separate… &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;..because now we’re not only Christians &lt;br /&gt;   but we’re also…&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  - Presbyterians &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  - Baptists&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  - Catholics&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  - Episcopal&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  - Methodists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Calvinists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Pentecostals&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;…and you name it &lt;br /&gt;    we’ve sub-categorized, &lt;br /&gt;    -or sub-cultured ourselves as it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve made ourselves &lt;br /&gt;   into all of these different organizations    &lt;br /&gt;  - instead of the ONE moving, &lt;br /&gt;     breathing, and living organism &lt;br /&gt;      that God intended for us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you seriously think about it…&lt;br /&gt;- how much different are we&lt;br /&gt;   than the Pharisees, the Sadducees,&lt;br /&gt;    the Herodians, or the Sanhedrin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ths sad thing is, &lt;br /&gt;all the while as we sit around &lt;br /&gt; separating ourselves into our individual containers,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; - debating and arguing &lt;br /&gt;    over whether you have to be &lt;br /&gt;     sprinkled, sprayed, or dunked… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   …whether you should play a piano, guitars, drums &lt;br /&gt;    or play any instruments at all...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   ...have traditional services or contemporary services…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   …and whether you should speak in tongues or not speak in tongues…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…there are people outside of our exclusive pew boxes&lt;br /&gt;  dying and headed for hell &lt;br /&gt;   because they can’t see the UNITY of God’s LOVE between us…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; …let alone, feel it coming from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really believe we would see more people come to Christ &lt;br /&gt; if we would stop trying to build our own little kingdoms on earth&lt;br /&gt; and start living and acting as God’s Kingdom on earth… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  …and the only way to achieve that&lt;br /&gt;    is to stop being self-centered&lt;br /&gt;    and get back to being Christ-centered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7486900996159158961?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7486900996159158961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/sundays-passionate-plea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7486900996159158961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7486900996159158961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/sundays-passionate-plea.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Passionate Plea'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8410430625454234888</id><published>2009-09-22T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:43:50.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CONTENDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SrjwrAg4_YI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GhbMwrZKo1A/s1600-h/contender+2++449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SrjwrAg4_YI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GhbMwrZKo1A/s320/contender+2++449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384317976184421762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt I had to write and urge you to contend for the faith that was once for all entrusted to the saints. - Jude 3 [niv]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Jude mean when he says to "contend" for the faith? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he means that as Christ followers we need to "fight" to keep the faith. Now the Word says that we're not fighting against flesh and blood and so in Jude's letter he's really not talking about fighting in the arena of politics, schools, workplaces or even fighting to keep the faith in our government or country. He's actually writing this letter to the church about the church keeping the faith within themselves. And as any good fighter knows it takes discipline to fight the good fight. You see it takes disciplining ones body, mind and spirit and giving it your all in order to win any fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this Sunday we will be bringing out a few ways we can discipline ourselves to be winners by looking to "THE CONTENDER". So join us this Sunday at 8:30 or 10:30 for "THE CONTENDER".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8410430625454234888?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8410430625454234888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/contender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8410430625454234888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8410430625454234888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/contender.html' title='THE CONTENDER'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SrjwrAg4_YI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GhbMwrZKo1A/s72-c/contender+2++449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5033533415301408148</id><published>2009-09-18T16:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:53:55.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SrQdiVRZ5dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FtkqiMxKhH4/s1600-h/fishbowl+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SrQdiVRZ5dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FtkqiMxKhH4/s320/fishbowl+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382959930277488082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of confused about something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a great building full of loving Christ followers who always encourage me as their pastor. They compliment me, seem to listen (most of the time) when I'm preaching, they follow my leadership as I follow the Lord, and I know they really love the Lord and His Word with all of their hearts, minds, souls and strengths. But when I announce we're having a different speaker other than myself on a future date, most will not attend church that day or if they do they seem disturbed or unhappy. Now I know it can't be that I'm the greatest preacher in the world or even in Pomona for that matter, (because I know I'm not even close) so why is it they choose to not attend service if I'm not speaking? So at this point I am going to openly display the thoughts inside my head and spirit when I think of these times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE- Where does a followers loyalty lie, is it in their pastor, or in the God they serve? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO- If a speaker a pastor has asked to fill his pulpit is disapproved of, or is disliked by his congregants, then isn't that a reflection of their dissatisfaction or disapproval of their pastor's leadership?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE- Isn't God's Word what they should be gathered to hear, study and consume...not mans delivery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR- Is it not understood that different preachers can hear God speak to them and in turn allow God to speak through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been contemplating this kind of stuff for some time now so I am thinking of starting a new separate blog that will most likely be called "View From The Fishbowl." Be looking for it in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5033533415301408148?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5033533415301408148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5033533415301408148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5033533415301408148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/confused.html' title='CONFUSED'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SrQdiVRZ5dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FtkqiMxKhH4/s72-c/fishbowl+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8095235350977389754</id><published>2009-09-12T19:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:18:40.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jude</title><content type='html'>I am really excited as usual about Sundays service but tomorrow starts our new "Hey Jude" series. And I'm pretty stoked about the fact that our worship team is singing Beatles songs as specials and that our ministry team gets the opportunity to talk about Jude, his letter and the depth of his warnings about false teachers in the church and the depth of his love for Christ and His church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude deserves more than just a quick read because we're trying to 'read through the bible in a year', but it really deserves (like all of the Word) a deep investigation of the many truths that need to be revealed, remembered, rehearsed, respected and regarded as important for a Christ-like lifestyle. We will not only look into the letter (or book) of Jude but we will be looking into who Jude was, his passion and his character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see my excitement about this series is not really about our worship team playing secular songs from those who helped change the direction of popular music, it's about using the secular to bring others to a deeper understanding of the spiritual. To be honest even though your average church-goers would find the Beatles songs offensive being played in church, those exact same church-goers could recite from memory every word of Hey Jude, Let It Be, or any number of Hank Williams or Johnny Cash songs but yet they cannot tell you hardly one word of what Jude or any number of other authors in the bible have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm excited about this Hey Jude series. Hopefully it will bring excitement and a passion in others to dig deeper into the Word and allow the Word to dig itself deeper into them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8095235350977389754?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8095235350977389754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-jude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8095235350977389754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8095235350977389754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-jude.html' title='Hey Jude'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-3630025728162866524</id><published>2009-09-09T16:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:04:13.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elusion or Illusion?</title><content type='html'>I will be the first to admit I have a question in which the answer has eluded me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the word “glory” can be defined in the Hebrew noun of “kabod” which means a “weight” or “weightiness” in the physical context of God’s presence, then how does one distinguish between the weightiness from God and the weightiness or heaviness from ones own emotional struggles? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having experienced more than one event of heaviness I understood to be from God (after the fact), feels exactly the same to me as the heaviness I’ve experienced throughout emotional turmoil. I know both heed the need for desperate prayer, but the question in preponderance is why do they have to "feel" the same? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is lead of God to seek Him for prayer on the account of ones obedience to pray, to be prepared for an upcoming event He knows is coming ones way, or His leading to obey a command or conviction He’s place on the heart and mind. But the other is that of a broken heart due to a saddened state of emotional toil. So the question I’m inquiring of God is, why must they feel so much alike?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-3630025728162866524?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/3630025728162866524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/elusion-or-illusion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3630025728162866524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3630025728162866524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/elusion-or-illusion.html' title='Elusion or Illusion?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-4042632330231042513</id><published>2009-09-06T22:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:45:53.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>16 TONS</title><content type='html'>In today's service we talked about how most of America sees their jobs as Tennesse Ernie Ford's song describes..."You load sixteen tons and what do you get, another day older and deeper in debt!" You see working at a secular job does not have to seem like an endless merry-go-round of unpurposed toil if we choose to look at our labor as service unto God instead of service for self-preservation. God calls all of us as His followers "priests" for His Kingdom. So if we take the perspective (or the challenge) that our daily labor is to actually display God's love, grace and mercy to everyone on our jobs then that holds more importance than just our making a living, and with that type of outlook our days will become more about God and less about us, which will transform our everyday labor from persistent problems and personality conflicts to purpose-filled pleasurable service to our King.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-4042632330231042513?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/4042632330231042513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/16-tons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4042632330231042513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4042632330231042513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/16-tons.html' title='16 TONS'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1923414100636663891</id><published>2009-09-05T11:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:12:01.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation of Church and Life</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how as followers of Christ we’ve separated the secular from the sacred? We’ve said this over here, our churches, pastors, priests, and Sundays are sacred and that over there, our jobs, hobbies, work and Mondays through Saturdays are secular. Now if we were living in the Old Testament that would be true but we don’t live in the Old we live in and under the New Testament. The New Testament tells us that as followers of Christ we need to understand that for us there is no separation between the secular and the sacred as a matter of fact if you read Hebrews chapter 9 you’ll see that explained in great detail. Here’s what Revelation 1.5-6 says in the NIV it says,&lt;br /&gt;   Grace and peace to you from him who is, and who was, and who is to come, and from the seven spirits before his throne, 5and from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, the firstborn from the dead, and the ruler of the kings of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;   To him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by his blood, 6and has made us to be a kingdom and priests to serve his God and Father…&lt;br /&gt;Since we are followers of Christ then He, through His shed blood not only provided a way for us to be freed from our sins but He also made us ALL His priests and the Holy Spirit lives inside of us so everyday not just a few hours on Sunday but everyday is Holy to us because wherever we are whatever we do, the Spirit of God is with us. We’re briefly talking about this in this Sundays message called “16 Tons” which is named after Tennessee Ernie Fords song with the same title. The thing is once we get the concept of wherever we go and whatever we do God is with us we will have a greater understanding of what the Word means when it calls us the Body of Christ, the Ecclesia, the Assembly or more commonly known as “the Church.” So wherever we go and whatever we’re doing we need to do it as if we’re doing it unto the Lord. You see as followers of Christ there really is no separation of Church and Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1923414100636663891?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1923414100636663891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/separation-of-church-and-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1923414100636663891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1923414100636663891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/09/separation-of-church-and-life.html' title='Separation of Church and Life'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-875238779545300094</id><published>2009-08-31T09:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:34:10.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SpvtZBWrlOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ArnEZWlQrb4/s1600-h/bike+show+402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SpvtZBWrlOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ArnEZWlQrb4/s320/bike+show+402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376151594312897762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at the bike show Saturday and then church Sunday. We made some new friends, met up with some old ones and made new connections for next year. We had 12 bikes enter the show and a lot of bikers come through then head out on the road again. When I get time I will post some pics on the website and maybe one on this blog. David and Brenda Pantleo, Honor Bound Motorcycle Chaplains are always a great help and fun to be around. They are an encouragement to us and our church every time they visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-875238779545300094?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/875238779545300094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/875238779545300094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/875238779545300094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend.html' title='the weekend'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SpvtZBWrlOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ArnEZWlQrb4/s72-c/bike+show+402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6293806075346052246</id><published>2009-08-29T00:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:29:20.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Show</title><content type='html'>Well in about 6 1/2 hours we will be over at the other church property opening the gates for our 3rd annual motorcycle show. I'm pretty stoked about it myself. I've always had a deep rooted passion for motorcycles and riding. But now that I have an even deeper passion for God it's great to be able to combine them both. I'll most likely be blogging about the day probably on Monday or so. So come on out to the show and have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;-later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6293806075346052246?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6293806075346052246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/bike-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6293806075346052246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6293806075346052246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/bike-show.html' title='Bike Show'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6060138512441304934</id><published>2009-08-25T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:31:26.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Impressions</title><content type='html'>What is the meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tough question really. On a more personal level, what is the meaning of your life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your answer be "I don't really know.", "I haven't really thought about it." or would you rather answer the question by reflecting back "What do you think the meaning of your life is?"&lt;br /&gt;If you were to reflectively ask me my question, I would have to say I feel the meaning of one's life depends on what that life means to those around oneself. In other words what have you done to influence the other lives around you? Is who you are making a difference in who someone else is? Have you invested in others instead of just yourself? What will you be remembered for when you are no longer present? Will who you are or who you have been still linger in the hearts and lives of those you come into contact with now in a positive way, a negative way or just no way at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I believe that a life well lived is a life that's been given and shared unselfishly with others, and has left good impressions that will last forever. Hope the life I've lead and am leading will leave good impressions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6060138512441304934?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6060138512441304934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-impressions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6060138512441304934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6060138512441304934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-impressions.html' title='Good Impressions'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-3398725655992595873</id><published>2009-08-21T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:11:48.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/So8pUvyEi8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/V9eh8cEe83g/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/So8pUvyEi8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/V9eh8cEe83g/s320/PICT0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372558316876893122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today has been an incredibly difficult day. I didn't think it would affect me this way but it has. I'm gald I have the cross to cling to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-3398725655992595873?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/3398725655992595873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3398725655992595873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3398725655992595873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='today'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/So8pUvyEi8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/V9eh8cEe83g/s72-c/PICT0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7273730825815696018</id><published>2009-08-15T12:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:12:33.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>Is anybody listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced a time in your life when you are pouring you heart out to somebody and the person you're talking to seems to have that glazed over look in their eyes like they're not even in the same room with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggravating isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try being a Pastor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've been on both ends of this situation. I remember doing the exact same thing in school. I didn't want to be there but I knew I had to because it's what I was supposed to do. Plus I was a student and that's what students do, they go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember many a time the teacher would be teaching and I would be looking him or her right in the eye but I wasn't really even in that room. Now I'm not talking about an 'out of body experience' but In my mind I was totally somewhere else doing something else I would have really rather have been doing, until...I heard a frightening sound that would shake my core back into the reality of where I was and what I should have been doing. That sound was always the teachers voice saying "Mr. James!" And at that point I had no idea if he or she was calling me to answer a question they'd asked that I was totally unaware of or they just liked the sound of my name. It was always the question thing! And as usual I would answer with the typical intelligent high school answer of "Huh?" while everyone else seemed to be amazingly amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand in my defense, it wasn't that way in every class...OK, well all but two! I loved art and drafting anything to do with drawing. You see ever since I was very young I felt as though I was an artist. It was who I was and what I loved and had a passion for. And in art and drafting class I not only listened but I always received straight "A's" all four years of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I guess it's just human nature that we are truly attentive and truly inspired by that which we love and that which we truly feel we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now by now, some of you are saying "Huh?" because you don't understand the point of this particular post. So I will end it with the question I often ask myself after every service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Is anybody listening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7273730825815696018?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7273730825815696018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7273730825815696018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7273730825815696018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2543637448335491539</id><published>2009-08-14T09:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:53:39.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty In The Storm</title><content type='html'>Evonna and I were driving home the other day and as we were driving we noticed this storm that had moved between where we were at and where we wanted to be. As we continued to drive towards our final destination we couldn't help but admire the beauty of the storm. The cloud formations and contrasting color variations were magnificent. We admired the storm so much that Evonna couldn't stop taking pictures of it with her iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I first saw this amazing storm I tried to calculate the best route home to go around and totally avoid having to drive through the thing. Because the radio described it as violent and suggested that everyone take cover. At first I thought I had perfectly planned our journey of avoidance but as fate would have it we ended up right in the middle of eighty mile and hour winds and rain that was literally flying horizontal right at us to the point of where we could no longer see two feet in front of us. Now you have to understand that the path we chose was sixty-eight highway which is narrow and has absolutely no shoulders what so ever. We finally found a drive into some farmers field and pulled in behind a grove of trees for protection from the harsh winds. Even though we were shielded by those trees the wind and rains power still shook our car as we sat there helpless and vulnerable. So we did the only thing we knew, we seriously prayed for protection and for the storm to subside so we could make it to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the storm finally subsided, at least enough for us to head towards home. And the closer we moved towards where we belonged and where we wanted to be the more we noticed the storm seemed to be behind us and in an instant we could finally see the sun and clear skies again. And as soon as we were out of the storm and heading away from it I couldn't help but look in the rear view mirror and admire the beauty of the storm once again. But this time I had a different perspective, a different admiration and a different respect for the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like the storms of life, they're really great to admire from a distance. We can always try to outrun, go around or avoid them but at some point we're all destined to be caught right smack in the middle of one. But what I learned from this storm once again was that we go though storms for a reason. Whether it's to provoke us into drawing closer to the SON, to find that place of rest and protection, to wait it out or to realize after we're delivered from the storm that the SON was always there above it and was there while we were going through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see you can always admire the beauty OF a storm from a distance but you gain a better admiration, respect and understanding of it's purpose and awesomeness when you've been able to admire the beauty IN the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2543637448335491539?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2543637448335491539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/beauty-in-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2543637448335491539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2543637448335491539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/beauty-in-storm.html' title='Beauty In The Storm'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-4144339788679487471</id><published>2009-08-08T12:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:47:07.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Omitttere</title><content type='html'>Omission (-mish’en) n. – 1. To leave out; fail to include.  &lt;br /&gt;2. To fail to do; neglect.  [Lat. omittere.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omittere the Latin word from which our word omit, omitted, omitting, omissible, or omission derives from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as followers of Christ may understand the concept of the existence of the sins of commission – sins we commit, (things we do but shouldn’t) and the sins of omission – sins we omit, (things we should do but don’t). But we seem to have this tendency to place more emphasis on the things we shouldn’t do but do, then the things we should but don’t. Christianity has become more about what we don’t do or what we don’t believe in rather than what we should do or what we do believe. So we have become this society within society of “don’t-ers” instead of “do-ers”. The Word teaches us that sin is sin and unrepentant sin causes us to condemn ourselves. So why is it we are more worried about the “don’ts” in our lives then we are the “do’s” when both are considered sinful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know but maybe it’s that down through the years Pastor’s and leaders of our churches have somehow failed to stress the importance of what we’re supposed to be all about and placed too much importance on what we’re not all about, when there really needs to be an equal value placed on both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In saying all of that, I need to share a recent “GOD” experience that literally shook my soul. A day this past week God spoke to my heart and opened my eyes and spirit to something I have not been doing that I should have been doing and it rocked my world. I hadn’t seen this aspect about myself so it really caused a life-change for me. I broke into tears and prayers of true repentance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you reading this I will not acknowledge what God revealed, because it’s personal. (But if you ask me on a personal level I will be glad to tell you:) Now please know it’s not that I have been doing anything wrong, it’s that I hadn’t realized I’d not been doing something I should have been doing, and that’s the reason for God’s correction. It hurt, but yet once He ever so softly pointed it out to me I repented and a weight I'd not noticed was there, lifted off of my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve said all this to stress that maybe when we pray we should ask God to not only help us to not commit sins, but we should also ask Him to help us see what part of His Will we have omitted from our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-4144339788679487471?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/4144339788679487471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/omitttere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4144339788679487471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4144339788679487471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/omitttere.html' title='Omitttere'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-3123203474341069954</id><published>2009-08-02T23:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:33:46.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon and Kate...really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't really watch the "Jon and Kate plus eight" show but have seen the news about the situation and I really think the show should be renamed either "Jon and Kate aren't that great", or "Kate and Jon are just wrong!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems to me that the focus of the show originally was based on "the eight" not on "Jon and Kate." And the producers, the tabloids, the public, and sad to say Jon and Kate, has seemed to have lost the concept that these are ultimately the lives everyone should be MORE interested in. As a matter of fact that's what's happened in our society today. Most parents have become more concerned with their own wants or desires than the needs of the innocent, (the innocent being the children involved and caught in the middle of the mess of mass stupidity and selfishness of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; mature adults.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't it hard enough for these little ones lives having their temper tantrums displayed on national TV and now all the world stares as their world as they know it is torn apart and their family unit becomes just another statistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really don't feel for Jon and Kate, my heart goes out to the 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-3123203474341069954?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/3123203474341069954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-and-katereally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3123203474341069954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3123203474341069954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-and-katereally.html' title='Jon and Kate...really?'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-4658602172010078100</id><published>2009-07-24T15:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:53:29.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back-handed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever heard the phrase “I know it like the back of my hand”? My next question to you is how long has it been since you’ve really taken a good look at the back of your hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard of &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;palm&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; readers before, &lt;em&gt;(which I totally believe are people the Bible plainly states we should avoid)&lt;/em&gt; but when I looked at the back side of my hand this morning I could read a lot about myself I didn’t like. When my right hand is clenched into a fist the back of its smooth and scarred but it also has these freckles that weren’t there before and now I’ve found out these aren’t just freckles… they’re ‘AGE SPOTS’! And then when I extend all of my fingers and straighten my hand out the back of thing becomes this old dude’s hand, all wrinkled, rippled and well…old! What happened? Did hand snatchers come last night while I was fast asleep and switch out my hands for some old dudes hands? What’s going on here? What is happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, time is happening to me. Everything that used to be Fabio-like is now Flabby-O-like. My eyes aren’t doing their job as well as they used to, my hair seems to be growing out my ears and nose instead of out the top of my head and when I look in the mirror there’s this older heavy-set, grey haired guy looking back at me who looks nothing like me. Now I know this wasn’t God’s plan in the beginning and it’s all due to Adam’s fall in the Garden but is it all really fair? No, and I know God never said it would be fair but cut us some slack. After all it wasn’t any of us that tripped up in that Garden. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SmoeL9VS14I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MWTxMefuLLU/s1600-h/ron+alone1+jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362131497129269122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SmoeL9VS14I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MWTxMefuLLU/s320/ron+alone1+jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SmoeMMWBxWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4Al2UzC4fiU/s1600-h/Ron+450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362131501158876514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SmoeMMWBxWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4Al2UzC4fiU/s320/Ron+450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In all honesty though we all know He did cut us some slack. He made a way for us all to actually live forever and receive new glorified bodies when we get to hang with Him in Heaven. So in the end I guess it all evens out. So when’s the last time you took a long look at the back of your hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-4658602172010078100?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/4658602172010078100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-handed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4658602172010078100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4658602172010078100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-handed.html' title='Back-handed!'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SmoeL9VS14I/AAAAAAAAAEI/MWTxMefuLLU/s72-c/ron+alone1+jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8301023696699557055</id><published>2009-07-24T10:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:46:21.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bejeweled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi. My name's Ron James and I'm addicted to Bejeweled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, maybe not addicted but I really like it. I was thinking how Bejeweled is sort of like life. We have situations in our lives where we would really like for every thing to line up and be right but some times it's not that easy. We have to constantly make decisions and choices on which moves to make in our lives so it all lines up but in some cases we don't always make the right choices or we just can't see what needs to move where to get where we're supposed to be. But just like playing Bejeweled if we sit back, take some time and relax that little arrow points to the move that needs to be made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In life when every thing seems chaotic and all this stuff drops on you out of nowhere that's when we need to sit back, take some time, relax and seek God's Word and listen for His small still voice to point us and guide us through our next moves. Because essentially He invented, programmed and placed us in this game of life in the first place. So who better to show us the direction we need to move than the Creator Himself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8301023696699557055?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8301023696699557055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/bejeweled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8301023696699557055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8301023696699557055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/bejeweled.html' title='Bejeweled'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5592651651852738613</id><published>2009-07-23T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:03:17.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My wife and I went to my mom and dads house today to move the few piece of furniture we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to bring home. I was thinking about it tonight, I was really either loved or spoiled - or both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking back now, my brother and I got just about everything we asked for growing up from our parents. But as we loaded and unloaded the furniture today it hit me pretty hard, I would trade everything they ever gave me just to have them back. I believe some times we can lose site of how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;valuable&lt;/span&gt; our loved ones are to us. Of course from a Christian point of view I know I will see them again and knowing that is very comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5592651651852738613?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5592651651852738613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5592651651852738613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5592651651852738613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything.html' title='EVERYTHING'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2503670741296069964</id><published>2009-07-22T16:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:43:54.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess what I was trying to say in the last blog [simply put] would be let's keep our focus on Christ instead of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2503670741296069964?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2503670741296069964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/ps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2503670741296069964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2503670741296069964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-352207590436692087</id><published>2009-07-22T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:34:13.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Training Wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I always find it amazing how people give credit to others for their spiritual depth. I’ve had people in the past say they’ve accepted Christ under our ministry and because of our obedience they’re connected to Christ. Now even though this may be partially true, I disagree with the entirety of the statement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen if your spiritual depth depends on someone other than Christ then you are basing your belief on the wrong person. You and your spiritual life and decisions should be based solely on your personal relationship and love for God and His Word. I’ll be the first to tell you that people will let you down. I will at some point let you down, not intentionally, but I probably will…I’m human - I’m not Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Your salvation and your walk with Christ should be based on a personal growing desire to get to know your Creator better. Now yes, sometimes others can get us started on the right path but essentially our walk down that path needs to be a stronger focus on Christ not on anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For lack of a better analogy it’s sort of like learning to ride a bike. First you have training wheels and someone to hold you and show you how to pedal and steer. But sooner or later the person holding you has to let you go and the training wheels have to come off so you can experience riding your own bike down your own path for yourself. In other words you can’t say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are following Christ if you constantly have to have somebody else as your spiritual training wheels. Pastors, teachers, mentors and good fiends are great to look to for accountability but Jesus should be your internal and eternal guide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In closing this blog I guess I need to put it this way…we should never lift people up on pedestals because that just makes them idols in our lives. Jesus said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If (He) be lifted up He will draw all men unto Him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; To put it plainly we should look up to Jesus, not to man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-352207590436692087?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/352207590436692087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/spiritual-training-wheels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/352207590436692087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/352207590436692087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/spiritual-training-wheels.html' title='Spiritual Training Wheels'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1919527076399570188</id><published>2009-07-20T10:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:03:54.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We picked up Dustin and Lauren at the airport last night and had a fun and wonderful time hearing all their stories about their trip to Jamaca. And as we were waiting in the airport I couldn't help but notice all the other people waiting beside us for their loved ones to arrive. When the loud speaker announced their flight had arrived everyone of us arose from our seats and stood by the glass wall in anticipation of just a glimpse of those we would soon be reunited with. I watched the heart-felt reactions of all those waiting and arriving when they were once again in the presence ot their loved ones. Not a one of the reunions were sad, they were all hugging and kissing and joyful moments of reconnection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But this one couple in particular caught my attention and I just can't get that moment out of my spirit. As this one gentleman cleared the glass wall that separated he and his wife, he immediately dropped his bag and ran to her arms, and as they embraced tears of joy filled their eyes. It was as if no one else was in the airport. They didn't care who was around them or what anyone else thought. They were together once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I couldn't help but imagine that this was a perfect picture of how Heaven will be at the rapture. We will cast off the things and cares of this world as the Bride is finally reunited with the Bridegroom who's been anxiously awaiting this moment. The reunion will be a glorious time of joy, jubilation and celebration as the Creator embraces His creation and we are together once again, forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1919527076399570188?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1919527076399570188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/together-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1919527076399570188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1919527076399570188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/together-once-again.html' title='Together Once Again'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1809974430734003443</id><published>2009-07-12T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:45:09.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally writing again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I finally have a little time to write a little something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our sons wedding was yesterday and as of about 20 minutes ago I’ve been able to slow down mentally and physically. WE are beat and exhausted, but it is well worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where does the time go? Seems it was just yesterday I was chasing Dustin and 2 of his 3rd grade friends around the Topeka Zoo at the school field trip. (I still have the ticket stub) What happened to our little boy who was more interested in playing with dirt clods in the infield then the baseball game he was supposed to be playing? Where’s my little Power Ranger underwear clad - cowboy boot wearing son gone to? When did my little Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle morph into this young man? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever it happened I’m sad yet glad it did. Because now I understand what it’s like to let people you really love go under sad circumstances and also happy celebrations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dustin and Lauren I wish and pray for God’s blessings to forever be in your present and forever await you in your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1809974430734003443?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1809974430734003443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-writing-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1809974430734003443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1809974430734003443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-writing-again.html' title='finally writing again'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-3949013552726836271</id><published>2009-07-02T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:34:01.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>changeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you noticed that when you accept God into your life you become different? You act differently, you talk differently, you think differently and you treat people differently than you did before you asked Jesus to come into your life. Did you notice that the things you used to like you now dislike and the things you disliked you now like? You know you’re you but it’s like you’re a new you, you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you don’t, then maybe you should ask God to change you. The Word of God tells us that when we truly accept Christ into our lives we become new creations; it says that we’ve put away the old man and become a new creation in Him. So if you haven't changed your way of life, your way of thinking, the way you treat others, or how you feel about sin...then if I was you, I’d be checking my own spirituality out, not everyone else’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-3949013552726836271?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/3949013552726836271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/changeling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3949013552726836271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/3949013552726836271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/07/changeling.html' title='changeling'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1349095368827409644</id><published>2009-06-19T10:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:41:21.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dads Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well this Sunday is Father's Day. I've really struggled with writing a Father's Day sermon since I'm still dealing with the loss of my own Dad in December. I even contemplated getting someone else to fill in for me so I wouldn't have to deal with it, but I came to the conclusion that I was on vacation a couple of weeks ago and I shouldn't take off again this soon. Besides how can I preach on healing and the power of God or even the joy of the Lord in a follower's life if I act as if He's not strong in me when I am most weak? God never once said we wouldn't have grief, sorrow or pain in our lives but rather as any great Dad He warns or prepares us for persecution and loss in this life. Yet He also comforts us by painting a great picture of the life to come with Him forever, where I know my Mom and Dad already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I will silently dedicate this message to my Dad and try to be a blessing by honoring and lifting up our Dads. I've been reflecting back on my life and I believe that this may be true for most. I noticed that when we are little our Dads are "bigger than life to us", then in our teens they "know absolutely nothing about life to us", but when we are older they become "indispensable to life to us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1349095368827409644?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1349095368827409644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/dads-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1349095368827409644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1349095368827409644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/dads-day.html' title='Dads Day'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-302073515034637285</id><published>2009-06-15T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:32:17.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were headed somewhere the other day, where doesn’t really matter, but as we were in transit my attention was focused on these huge shadows moving across the farm fields. Immediately I knew these apparitions were cloud shadows. Now in my younger years I would watch them, quite often in amazement and wonder at how these cloud shadows would sail across the land covering everything in their path and then revealing light once again after their departure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But this time as I was taken aback by their course and conformity to the landscape they blanketed, I recognized the fact that they left absolutely no trace whatsoever of their path, their form or their existence for that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that’s when I wondered to myself and now to you, if it were possible that sometimes we too are just like cloud shadows. Do we sometimes at points on our paths in life leave absolutely no trace that we were here or there? No trace of our forms, purpose or existence for that matter? How sad it would be if we ended up living out our entire lives as cloud shadows silently skimming across time, space and matter all the while only conforming to the shapes of those around us, never changing or making a lasting difference in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some I suppose are happy and content with being merely cloud shadows leaving only momentary times of darkness to all around or beneath them. I on the other hand would rather be remembered for more than just fleeting moments of some thing or someone else’s shadow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our purpose should not be to conform but to transform everything around us in a positive sense and leave this life better than the way we found it, never the same. So as we move over the terrain called life that’s been set before us let us do our best to make a difference for the better and not become mere cloud shadows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-302073515034637285?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/302073515034637285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/cloud-shadows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/302073515034637285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/302073515034637285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/cloud-shadows.html' title='Cloud Shadows'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7263194361966466092</id><published>2009-06-09T11:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:25:08.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to say that spending time with friends and family is always great, but time spent with God is priceless. Gaining a greater insight into His being and presence that’s constantly all around us is undeniably unforgettable. The time spent with family this last weekend at the theme park, at meals, and at the shopping centers was awesome but they cannot compare to the twenty minutes of time spent basking in the glory of God’s presence found in His creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you can see when looking at the sky, the earth, the trees, grass, the birds and the animals that they are of no happenstance, fluke, or accident and they’re all composed of a greater design and if there is a greater design then there must be a Great Designer. Paul writes about this very thing in &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Romans 1.20 [NLT]&lt;/span&gt; he writes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m with Paul on this, the earth, all that’s in it, on it and above it declares God’s presence, power, plan, purpose and provision…NO EXCUSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7263194361966466092?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7263194361966466092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-excuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7263194361966466092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7263194361966466092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-excuse.html' title='No Excuse'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7184348116623709846</id><published>2009-06-08T11:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:31:27.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Admiring God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Early Saturday morning after my devotional, I was sitting on the third story balcony overlooking Table Rock Lake and reading a book when all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I saw something coming at me. As I looked up I noticed it was a crow flying directly at me, so what I did was what I would do as a child sitting on mom and dads porch. I just sat there perfectly still to see how close this bird would get before it noticed I was there. To my surprise and to the crows, it came within five to six feet of me before it realized I was sitting there. But as soon as it noticed me it did a hard one-eighty and headed back in the direction from which it came and in just a matter of a few seconds the crow was more than three hundred yards away and landing in a treetop towering out of a valley pointing in the direction of the lake, and that’s when I had this astounding epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the crow fly off it drew my attention away from what I was doing and where I was at. I placed my book on the patio table because I was no longer interested in reading about someone else’s experience with God when I was having my own. At that point I no longer heard the muffled sounds of the other eight people in our condo behind me scurrying to get ready to leave for the theme park. I no longer felt the responsibilities of pastoring, fathering, being a brother or a husband. All I could do was set there admiring God in His awesomeness. The trees, the valley, the lake and the sky, the breeze, the bugs, the animals and even the back of my hand silently screamed of God’s creative glory and everyone inside the condo behind me was missing it. God’s glory had been laid bare before me and I was now witnessing that which had previously been invisible by the business of my own personal life. And like David I was once again reminded of God’s powerful presence in all of creation. David writes in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Psalms nineteen, one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s as if I had a better understanding of what the six winged seraphim continuously declare about Gods glory in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Isaiah six, three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;they call to one another: "Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the whole earth is full of His glory&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Here I sat having one of the best God moments I’ve had in a long time on a personal basis and I wasn’t in a pew, a pulpit or a manmade place of worship but I was just basking in the sights, the sounds and the presence of the Almighty in the middle of His creation, as one of His creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as life would have it my God moment was interrupted when I could hear the voices behind me inside the condo asking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Where’s Ron? We’re about ready to go.” So I picked up my book from the patio table and was once again transported from God’s glory to what we’ve made of it. But I will never forget and I will always cherish the morning I was invited to admire God in all His glory by a startled crow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7184348116623709846?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7184348116623709846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/admiring-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7184348116623709846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7184348116623709846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/admiring-god.html' title='Admiring God'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6604621110751741512</id><published>2009-06-04T23:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:29:54.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah and the ark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Thursday night and the wife and I are in Branson. We've just arrived back at our motel from a show and supper. We went to watch Noah and the Ark (the musical). Let me tell you something, you haven't seen anything until you've witnessed Noah dance and sing with his wife, sons, their wives and a pair of orangotangs, wahoo! I will not bad-mouth the show but I will say they took an awful lot of artistic liberty while writting this one, and for me it was like being stung by a bee for the first time, something new, different and something I'd rather not experience again. But I will give them credit for one thing, at the very end they made the connection that Jesus Christ is our only Ark of salvation today and then they made an altar call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess what I see in this entire singing and dancing Noah thing is the fact that no matter how off, or how painful some things may be in this life, we should always make time to tell people about Jesus and invite them to meet Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6604621110751741512?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6604621110751741512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/noah-and-ark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6604621110751741512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6604621110751741512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/06/noah-and-ark.html' title='Noah and the ark'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7833759458139658949</id><published>2009-05-27T21:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:55:47.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undetected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well it’s Wednesday the 27th and I’ve been down with this severe bronchitis and some sort of head infection since last Wednesday night. And what I find unbelievable yet interesting is that these tiny living microscopic organisms which are so small they’re undetectable by the naked eye can literally take out a 270 pound moving and breathing being like myself for an entire week. But no matter how unbelievable it may seem, it happens everyday to members of the human race. These microscopic organisms if left untreated can cause severe damage or in some cases, the demise of a body. And listen, it all happens from within the body itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this fact or reality is actually a reflection of what happens in our church bodies. The Word fascinatingly enough uses the human body as a metaphor for our congregants, or for our church body. And listen something as tiny and microscopic as a word that might go unnoticed by most can cause damage or in some cases the demise of a ministry within a church body. Words are very powerful things and we should use them wisely and justly. An ill-placed word placed in the minds of individual parts of the church body can spread like a virus and damage, devastate and destroy parts of the body that the rest will pay for. Gossip, backbiting, and malicious talk are that tiny living microscopic organism that can hinder and eventually stop the moving of the body of Christ in a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is thank God for being the Great Physician and thank God for antibiotics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7833759458139658949?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7833759458139658949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/undetected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7833759458139658949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7833759458139658949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/undetected.html' title='Undetected'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8007513807186148480</id><published>2009-05-16T10:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:22:45.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If the shoe fits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did something totally radical and out of my character today. It was hard for me to do but I worked my way through it and I really believe it was a step in the “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” direction. What I did may shock some of you reading and I hope it doesn’t make you think any less of me as a leader and Pastor. But here goes, I’m confessing to all my blog readers that first thing this morning I put my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shoe on first instead of my left. I know it’s a mystery why I would dare to do something so drastic, something so out of the ordinary but the fact of the matter is I did it and I am not ashamed and I have no regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We probably don’t notice it because it comes to us so naturally but we truly are creatures of habit. All the way from which shoe goes on first to which leg we slip into our jeans first or which arm goes into our shirts first. And I’m using the description of the actions of clothing ourselves because it’s a required ritual that we all participate in everyday, usually without too much thought. Yes some may spend consumable amounts of time and deep meditation on which clothes to cover and adorn their bodies with, but the action of putting them on is still routine and repetitive. And most of the time we don’t even notice because it has become not only habitual but mundane and a common-action that we &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this said, maybe we should reflect on our spiritual bodies. Perhaps we need to set back for a few minutes, meditate and take note of our spiritual ‘habits’. Is it possible that as followers of Christ we have unknowingly formatted some of our spiritual experiences into mundane and common-action habits? Is it conceivable that we, like getting dressed in the morning, have somehow allowed our personal spiritual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“have-to’s”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to become just mindless repetitive actions instead of elements of wonderful devotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes being able to dress ourselves in the morning may seem mindless and menial. But I know this, if for whatever reason you weren’t able to perform the task of dressing yourself you would no longer take the simplicity of the action for granted. It would be something special and you would long to be able do it and I believe you would never take it for granted again. So let’s ask ourselves if our spiritual acts of worship or service have somehow become mindless and mundane? If so let’s try not taking it for granted any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8007513807186148480?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8007513807186148480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-shoe-fits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8007513807186148480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8007513807186148480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-shoe-fits.html' title='If the shoe fits...'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-4240153642681819839</id><published>2009-05-13T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:00:16.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vantage point</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever noticed how that sometimes our point of views can be biased because it’s usually our points and our views? I mean what makes us think as individuals that our perspectives or positions are proper and perfect and everybody else’s are just positively phony or felonious? Now hear me out on this because I’m not referring to the actual TRUTH when it comes to the Word of God, I’m referring to the actual truth when it comes to ourselves. All of us love to see the good and great things about ourselves when it comes to our strengths, habits, talents and victories but what about the times our weakness, shortcomings or sins of omission and commission are revealed to us? What then? What do we do? Human nature dictates we ignore them usually by viewing, judging and preaching to others about theirs, of which I will admit- I too often do. But what would happen if our point of view was based on Jesus’ point of view of us? You see I really believe that our everyday lives would be lived out differently if we would passionately position our lives around the ever-present perspective of our Savior and His point of view of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-4240153642681819839?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/4240153642681819839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/vantage-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4240153642681819839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/4240153642681819839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/vantage-point.html' title='vantage point'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-9133799107148812592</id><published>2009-05-09T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:33:47.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This Sunday’s Mother’s Day and I’ve prepared a message that has a rather unusual text and displays the morals of motherhood through a very unlikely source. I’ve been praying that the story used and the message preached will be understood to the depths of its true meaning. The title is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A Split Decision”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I’ve never been a mother, I’m not a mother now and I will never be a mother but from watching my mom, the mother of my children and other mothers around me I’ve recognized one major fact and that is that having children is the easiest part of motherhood, &lt;em&gt;“showing up”&lt;/em&gt; everyday after that is really the hardest part. To all the moms out there who &lt;em&gt;“show up”&lt;/em&gt; everyday I say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Thank you”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and if you are reading this and you’ve come to realize that you may have taken this fact for granted until now, I recommend from now on you give honor where honor is due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-9133799107148812592?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/9133799107148812592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/9133799107148812592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/9133799107148812592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5317739345140617558</id><published>2009-05-08T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:06:47.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J.J.'s Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today’s our daughter’s birthday. And on days like today I think back to all the different emotions her life’s brought into my life. For instance I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t think I could expand my love anymore than what I had for my wife but the moment I saw our tiny baby girl a different and stronger love was birthed in my life. And on days like today I think back to events in our lives as father and daughter that bring both smiles and sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We have a wide range of pictures of Jessica as she’s growing up, all the way from pictures of her in her diaper and my cowboy boots on which not only cover her little feet but consume her entire tiny legs - to her posing for the camera wearing my underwear on her head. Those are memories captured on film but the most memorable ones are those which have been captured on my heart. Her first steps, first words, first wounds and first crushes were not only huge events for her but for me too, (even though I acted as if they weren't). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of my first sorrowful memories are of the first time she heard me utter the word “NO”, even though it was for her own good, the look of dismay displayed on her little precious moments face was heart-wrenching. Another sorrow-filled moment that’s unforgettable was when I’d leave her at daycare before going to work, the tears and looks of abandonment was so disheartening it would literally bring tears to my eyes after my departure. And then on the other end of the spectrum her looks of disappointment and disgust when I would come to pick her up from daycare and seemingly rip her from the fun and fellowship of her little friends. Or when she would have to get a shot at the doctors office and it would take two nurses and myself to hold her down as she would scream "Help, they're killing me they're killing me!" But the most sorrowful times that's been embedded within my heart is when her heart's been broken because of a boy and all I can do is hold her as the tears flow, feeling powerless because no matter how hard I try I really can’t fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;With all this said, I've thought it all over and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t trade one moment of time with her or any of the memories good or bad for all the money in the world because they are all, like her, worth the world to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birth Day Jess, Love Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5317739345140617558?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5317739345140617558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/jjs-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5317739345140617558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5317739345140617558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/05/jjs-birthday.html' title='J.J.&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-1859378202255384667</id><published>2009-04-25T16:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:15:53.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fowl attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Thursday morning I was setting on the porch with my laptop just enjoying the weather and seeking inspiration for Sunday’s message. And then in the midst of my meditation I heard what appeared to be a gaggle of geese coming my way. As I looked up I was surprised to see about fifty or so geese flying in formation only thirty five feet above me. They were gloriously beautiful and graceful as they flawlessly swam through the atmosphere on what seemed to be invisible sheets of glass. When all of a sudden the magnificent sounds of their voices and flapping wings was intruded upon by the shrill voice of our miniature dachshund as she awoke from her sound sleep from beneath my chair and dove off the porch, yelping all the way in her feeble attempt to seemingly ward off the noisy perpetrators who were invading the airspace above her turf. She continued to bark until they were completely out of site and then proudly trotted back with both her head and tale held high as she reclaimed her domain for the morning under my chair, and went back to sleep on the cool concrete floor of the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as my mind was downloading what I’d just encountered I realized something I seriously needed to record and share with others. You see as these majestic creatures were flying just above us, I’m sure they could hear the yelps of the dog as she beckoned her warnings and complaints in their direction, but the thing is it didn’t stop them. It didn’t faze them at all because they just continued to fly above it. They didn’t allow her complaints to slow them down, change their direction or goal for their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that’s when it hit me, as followers of Christ we have a direction and goal in this life to “rise above” all the stuff, or those who would try to detour us, or cause us take our sights off our destination before we arrive there. We can be flying high and doing fine, but then there always seems to be somebody who’s unhappy with the fact that you’re flying and they’re still grounded. And for some reason they have this insatiable desire to do their best to bring you down. But in order to keep from being grounded, as Christ followers we should always keep our focus on the goal or as the Apostle Paul puts it, we should always “keep our eyes on the prize”. And honestly our true goal should not only be to make it to heaven, but it should be to “rise” to the occasion of drawing close to God every opportunity we get in this life now. So keep your goal and destination ahead of you and don’t be diverted, disrupted or detained by others complaints or disapprovals of your altitude, but rather do all you can to “lift them up” in your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-1859378202255384667?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/1859378202255384667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/fowl-attitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1859378202255384667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/1859378202255384667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/fowl-attitude.html' title='A fowl attitude'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5442639891953631388</id><published>2009-04-18T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:15:23.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can remember this one time growing up I was probably around 5 or 6 years old and mom and dad purchased a new washing machine and in order to get it out of the box dad cut one of the side panels on the box so it opened like a door in order to make it easier to slide the washer out. And after they were finished hooking up moms washer she gave me the box, which for my age at the time, was ginormous (giant + enormous = ginormous). Mom helped me take the box outside and then as she placed it in the front lawn she said, &lt;em&gt;“Look you have a new playhouse.”&lt;/em&gt; From that point on that box became something new day, after day, after day through the power of my imagination. It started out as a house, then it transformed into a fort, from a fort to a castle, from a castle to a boat, from a boat to a submarine then from a sub to a spaceship…well you get the picture. Then one morning I awoke and ran outside to live out my next adventure in the box only to discover it had rained most of the night and my box had dissolved into a representation of a Salvador Dali painting. Well as you might guess I was devastated, distraught and disgusted. My box was no longer usable for my adventures and it was laid to rest in a black body bag and placed by the curb for the garbage hearse to take it to the box graveyard just north of town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But now every time I see a large box sitting on the curb somewhere I reflect back to a time of vivid imaginations and a mother who not only encouraged, but spurred on my adventurous creativity. Now that I’m grown and 48 years old those memories may still be there, but usually all I see when I see a box is something that’s in desperate need of recycling. What happens to us as we get older? Do we gain so much knowledge that we misplace our God-given imagination? As we get older do we get told enough times that a box, is a box, is a box that we can’t imagine it being anything other than a box? The next time you see a box, take a long look at it and remember that like a box your mind and your life can become whatever you make of it, if you will just set your mind to it, and be open to your God-given creative imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5442639891953631388?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5442639891953631388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5442639891953631388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5442639891953631388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/box.html' title='THE BOX'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-6542157723678900942</id><published>2009-04-16T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:04:39.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KNOWING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This Sunday is the last of our KNOWING series. And this message literally brings the others to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“an end.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Now the movie Knowing we’ve been using as a reference to this series has a little sci-fi in it mixed with plenty of Biblical connotations and references. And like this series the movie reflects the fact that &lt;em&gt;“knowing is everything”&lt;/em&gt; and to be honest for us as Christ’s followers that fact stands equally true. You see we call ourselves “believers” because of our ‘knowing’ God raised His Son from the dead, which in turn, affords us the fact of knowing we are saved and so knowing is everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-6542157723678900942?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/6542157723678900942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6542157723678900942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/6542157723678900942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowing.html' title='KNOWING'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8160283109289894103</id><published>2009-04-14T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:13:19.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dads plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard this story once about this couple and their six year old daughter who went on a two week vacation to California. When they arrived at their hotel the daughter was so excited because she saw the hotel had an indoor swimming pool. So the Dad loved his little girl so much he decided to allow her to go to the hotels pool and he would watch over her as she swam while the Mom unpacked their things. The daughter swam in the pool for about two hours and when the Dad finally said it was time to get out of the pool, she didn’t want to go. So the Dad allowed her to swim another ten minutes, then another and another until finally he had to actually get in the pool himself and carry her little six year old body kicking and screaming all the way back to the room, all because she didn’t want to stop swimming in that nice hotel pool. But to her surprise a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; few minutes later her Dad and Mom drove her to the beach where she was introduced to the pleasure of swimming in the ocean. And after swimming in the ocean the six year old never swam in the hotel pool again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now this story reminds me of us and our Heavenly Father. Sometimes we settle for a hotel swimming pool when our Heavenly Father or our Heavenly Dad has an ocean he wants us to experience. You see there are times in our lives I really believe we settle for less than what God has or wants for us. But we miss out on His plan because we're not always willing to give up our will for His in order to experience it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So maybe we should ask ourselves everyday, what am I settling for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because whatever it is, I guarantee you Dads plan is way better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8160283109289894103?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8160283109289894103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/dads-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8160283109289894103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8160283109289894103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/dads-plan.html' title='Dads plan'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-8057309902408000863</id><published>2009-04-08T13:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:40:24.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' some Z's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Monday night I had to go in for a sleep study at Olathe Med. For once in my life it was a good thing I didn't meet protocol. The sleep dude told me he didn't have to wake me up and put me on the breathing machine because even though I did stop breathing in my sleep a few times it wasn't enough to warrant using one of those machines the rest of my life. It took him forty five minutes to hook me up to forty-some wires from my legs to my almost bald head. Then he monitored my every move and every breath by camera and all those wires all night long. Talk about the definition of "Big Brother is Watching" that night took the cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well even though it was a different experience, now that I think about it-it isn't really that different. The Word tells us that God knows every hair on our head and it also says He watches over us all the time, twentyfour seven. All I can say is I'm glad He's watching over me all the time instead of that dude in the baby-blue blue pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-8057309902408000863?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/8057309902408000863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/gettin-some-zs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8057309902408000863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/8057309902408000863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/04/gettin-some-zs.html' title='Gettin&apos; some Z&apos;s'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-7429080867499976324</id><published>2009-03-31T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:52:41.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well we finished our “Culture Shock” series last Sunday night with a message titled “Flip Culture.” We talked about how we are called to create a Christ centered culture out in the world, not just in our churches. Jesus did, his disciples did, Paul and Barnabas you name them their goal was to create &lt;em&gt;“new creatures”&lt;/em&gt; in Christ wherever they went. As a matter of fact they were referred to in Acts seventeen as &lt;em&gt;“those who’ve turned the world upside down,”&lt;/em&gt; or those who’ve flipped culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I was thinking Monday how God even shows us a powerful example of reaching the culture with the Word right where they’re at, just read Acts chapter two sometime! Talk about not only reaching them where they’re at but talking to them in their own language, that was a powerful culture shock for everyone involved that day, both the hundred and twenty in the upper room and those who heard them out in the streets. You see God’s empowered us with the exact same power through the Holy Spirit so we can have the boldness to do the same thing…flip the culture right where we live, work or play. So let’s turn the world upside down for Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-7429080867499976324?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/7429080867499976324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/03/upside-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7429080867499976324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/7429080867499976324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/03/upside-down.html' title='upside down'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-2022095205628274562</id><published>2009-03-25T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:17:39.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This Sunday will be our 5th Sunday into our “Culture Shock” series and it’s our intent that this series displays the fact that as Christians we’re to be like Christ and the first disciples. We’re called to ‘live-in’ but not ‘give-in’ to the worlds ways. Think of it this way, before Jesus and the disciples turned this world upside down there were no such people as Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You see they not only lived in, learned about, and leveraged the culture they were in but they created a completely new culture. And that’s exactly what we’re called to do. &lt;em&gt;Matthew 28.18-20 says in the NIV 18 Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. 19 &lt;strong&gt;Therefore&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;go and make disciples of all nations&lt;/strong&gt;, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We’re not called to hide from the culture outside our church doors we’re called to transform it through the power of God that lives within us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-2022095205628274562?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/2022095205628274562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/03/culture-shock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2022095205628274562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/2022095205628274562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/03/culture-shock.html' title='Culture Shock'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387121702540022488.post-5083161041143410120</id><published>2009-03-18T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:08:10.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just asking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how it seems as if our American culture has redefined the words original meaning of “followers of Christ” to something with negative connotations? Is it that we have somehow become followers of someone or something other than Christ? In our attempt to be Christian have we somehow traded being followers of Christ for being followers of a distinct denomination, a particular preacher or even a certain church? Have we become more concerned with &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; we believe instead of &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; we believe in? Have we become more concerned with arguing over our denominational differences than meeting the needs of the hurting, the hungry and the destitute in our communities? Is the word Christian looked down upon in our society because we have somehow forfeited following the ways of Christ and given into following our own “ways”? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Just asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8387121702540022488-5083161041143410120?l=pastorrons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/feeds/5083161041143410120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-asking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5083161041143410120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8387121702540022488/posts/default/5083161041143410120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastorrons.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-asking.html' title='Just asking.'/><author><name>pastor ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05704627397211698568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0aZoRCwlYwY/SxbfPMFXP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ycv6YdYu_bQ/S220/eveandme+blkwite.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
