<?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-6128966552662456996</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:43:08.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Follower</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts about our journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-3971506882874729252</id><published>2009-04-30T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:47:03.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mentors of our life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SfpdsyT_01I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-qAa7HKr3cI/s1600-h/Eagle+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SfpdsyT_01I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-qAa7HKr3cI/s400/Eagle+9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330676132947678034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to have a conversation with a long time friend and mentor.  A man big in stature and with an equally sized heart.  I met him back in 1989 on the Island of St. Croix where my family and I were serving as missionaries.  We had just come through hurricane Hugo, I was a new leader, (very wet behind the ears in leadership) and was attending a meeting with pastors from the island in regards to how we could get help for members of their congregations and communities they lived in.  I sat not far from this man with a big voice and a laugh that once you heard it you would never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Busta and he is from the island of Jamaica, he has the spirit of an evangelist and heart of a pastor.  Well we struck up a relationship that day that continues to this day and I am so very grateful for the relationship we have had.  During the early years of my leadership in ministry on the island he and  an other pastor who was originally from the British Virgin Islands were not only friends but mentors in my life.  They taught me how to relax,trust Jesus as a leader and as they would say in their patwa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"everyting goin be ire"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (everything is going to be good)  and it normally was.  They bought me my first note book computer and believed in me.....they were men that believed in me and stood with me through my many ups and downs....oh I thank God for those men.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few weeks I have renewed my relationship with another pastor from St. Croix whom I had not heard from in years, he and his family are doing well and serving the Lord in Southern Florida....what a blessing to have old relationships be renewed, thanks Max.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-3971506882874729252?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/3971506882874729252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=3971506882874729252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/3971506882874729252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/3971506882874729252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2009/04/mentors-of-our-life.html' title='The Mentors of our life.'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SfpdsyT_01I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-qAa7HKr3cI/s72-c/Eagle+9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-1076417650708487370</id><published>2009-04-23T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:01:08.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you expect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SfErW_HngSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Sdpoe2KUcmQ/s1600-h/Eagle+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SfErW_HngSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Sdpoe2KUcmQ/s400/Eagle+5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328087508056506658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, &lt;br /&gt;I am writing to you tonight with a heart that is burdened by the state of our nation, 44 years ago my family moved to this nation from Canada, my mom and dad had moved to Canada from post WW II Holland.  They came with the clothes on their backs, a dream in their hearts and 2 little girls. (I was born in Canada) They traveled across the broad expanse of Canada in an old train in the middle of a Canadian winter eventually arriving in Saskatchewan where they would settle in and go through the process of learning a new language, culture and world view.  Today what my parents went through would be cause for the ACLU to rise up and bring individuals and organizations to court for prejudice, mistreatment and insensitivity. But that was not the case back then and my parents just had to "bite the bullet" and keep going believing that with hard work and strong values they could succeed in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and father were never the "victims" they took a chance and they knew it would be hard but the opportunity was worth the risk,disappointment, hardship and trial.  My mom and dad's story can be repeat countless times in this great nation but it seems that the spirit of greatness that is associated with my parents and all those of that same mind and heart is fading quickly. God help us to rekindle the fire that made this nation great; it is not the money, I am sick and tired of people screaming for more money. it is not the leadership.....we voted them in, we should of been more discerning and questioning, it is you and me rising up each day by the grace of God and tackling the day with the determination that we can live our dream and help our off spring to live great and virtuous lives that encourage and enable our fellow citizen to dream and live the dream.  We were not promised paradise in this life but we were given the opportunity to live free if we could handle the responsibility of that great gift.  God Bless America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-1076417650708487370?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/1076417650708487370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=1076417650708487370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/1076417650708487370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/1076417650708487370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-did-you-expect.html' title='What did you expect?'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SfErW_HngSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Sdpoe2KUcmQ/s72-c/Eagle+5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-8005641025533856145</id><published>2009-04-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:46:54.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, taking the simple of this world to confound the proud!</title><content type='html'>I have just listen to an incredible voice from a simple woman from Britian.  By the time you read this you will probably of heard it or heard of it.  In either case I have been delightfully blessed by a simple woman who has the voice of angel wrapped in the beauty of heaven.  Please go to this site and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXX_gMFeWlc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-8005641025533856145?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/8005641025533856145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=8005641025533856145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/8005641025533856145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/8005641025533856145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-taking-simple-of-this-world-to.html' title='God, taking the simple of this world to confound the proud!'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-7963563348860049313</id><published>2009-03-09T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:34:17.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Thoughts From My Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SbXRhK88AXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KVe7IeKk6jE/s1600-h/El+Paso+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SbXRhK88AXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KVe7IeKk6jE/s400/El+Paso+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381703359201650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I reflect at night who you are, O Lord; therefore I obey your instructions. This is how I spend my life; obeying your commandments"&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=56215272172&amp;amp;f&amp;amp;index=0"&gt;Psalm 119: 55-56&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fear of the Lord. It's so key. I have slipped many times because I did not know what it truly means. I didn't understand it. We can not fall on our own strength. We are SO weak. We think because of all the "experiences" we had, we are strong. Without the Fear of the Lord we are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving what God loves, hating what God hates. The essence of what the Fear of the Lord is. It's funny how many people don't understand what it is, some have never even heard the term before. Our God is not one to be trifled with. Yes, He is a God of love and mercy, but, His wrath is terrible. How dare we even think about entering into His presence with dirt on our hands and sins in our hearts. How dare we demand things of Him but never praise Him. He is our God. The maker of Heaven and Earth. He isn't some sort of santa clause we can send letters to when we want something. He loves us because He chooses to love us. We are nothing, absolutely nothing. With one thought, we could all be destroyed. Who are we to mess with our God like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before we even think about asking Him for anything. Think about that. We should be on our faces repenting and praising Him for His MERCIES. Because He is worthy of nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-7963563348860049313?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/7963563348860049313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=7963563348860049313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/7963563348860049313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/7963563348860049313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-thoughts-from-my-son.html' title='A Few Thoughts From My Son'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SbXRhK88AXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KVe7IeKk6jE/s72-c/El+Paso+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-5221002792558278502</id><published>2009-01-17T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:07:25.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships....How Valuable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SXJShp-UllI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM0fLhGsHf8/s1600-h/tableaupeterb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SXJShp-UllI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM0fLhGsHf8/s320/tableaupeterb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292383250270164562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received a note from a couple who have moved to a country in the world that is not open to missionary work as we traditionally understand it to be.  I have known the husband since he was 10 or 11 years old and the two of them went through some training schools that I was a part of several years ago. Over the years of there service they proved to be consistent, faithful, teachable, kind, and determined, all qualities that are essential for nation changers and people builders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read the message my heart was deeply warmed by the story of the first days of their getting settled in, how little sleep they had gotten so far and how some of the challenges they faced were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;challenging, but regardless of the challenge the Lord had provided and in His provision He confirmed again their call to this nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart had a face, you would of seen a large smile come upon it as I reflected on how proud I was of them and how grateful I am because of the goodness of God that has been demonstrated to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an amazing privilege to be a part of a missionaries life.....on any given day you may or may not know about their struggles, (most missionaries who are worth there salt, only see the struggles as part of the Journey and only speak of them when asked) but as you communicate with them and pray for them you find your heart warmed and smiling as you think about how far they have come and how much they have sacrificed to take the great message of the gospel to a people in great need.  So, for me, they who once were students and I their mentor have now become heroes to their mentor. I am humbled to have been a part of their lives and I wish to honor, bless and pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I share with you a great quote by the great missionary and martyr Jim Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep&lt;br /&gt;                          to gain that which he cannot lose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To my two friends, who once were students, became fellow laborers, and now are my  heroes......May the King of Kings guide you and watch over you and give you the grace to be His hands to a the nation He has called you to.  Thank you for letting me be a part of your life and your call, thank you for the relationship we have.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-5221002792558278502?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/5221002792558278502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=5221002792558278502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/5221002792558278502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/5221002792558278502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2009/01/relationshipshow-valuable.html' title='Relationships....How Valuable?'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SXJShp-UllI/AAAAAAAAADw/uM0fLhGsHf8/s72-c/tableaupeterb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-505358078067896328</id><published>2009-01-16T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:48:45.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SXFUkfHieXI/AAAAAAAAADo/RlkK1Y4_Q5A/s1600-h/Pis3-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SXFUkfHieXI/AAAAAAAAADo/RlkK1Y4_Q5A/s320/Pis3-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292104022942185842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of us who tend to listen to the news reports I want to extend a hand of hope to you tonight.  I have, like so many of my contempory's, been caught up in the emotional roll-a-coaster ride of the last year in our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should we do? How does a Christian respond to the issues, characters and general craziness of the day we live in.   Well, I found myself feeling greater and greater levels of hopelessness.  I am glad to say that I am no longer there because of a quiet little word whispered in my spirit by God this very night.  What was that word, "it is all part of the journey, be at peace and follow Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a real point of blessing also in the following blog by Brother David Wilkerson may it be a blessing to you as you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://davidwilkersontoday.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-end-of-rope.html"&gt;AT THE END OF THE ROPE?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   Are you at the end of the rope? Weary, cast down, about to give up? I challenge you to answer the following questions with a simple yes or no:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Does the Word of God promise to supply all your needs?&lt;br /&gt;-Did Jesus say he would never leave you, but would be with you to the end?&lt;br /&gt;-Did he say he would keep you from falling and present you faultless before the Father’s throne?&lt;br /&gt;-Did he say that he would supply you with all you need at all times? Did he promise you all the seed you need to spread the gospel?&lt;br /&gt;-Is he more willing to give than you are to receive? Is he greater in you than he that is in the world?&lt;br /&gt;-Are his thoughts toward you good thoughts? Is he a rewarder of those who diligently seek him?&lt;br /&gt;-Is he preparing a place for you in glory? Is he coming in the clouds to gather his people home? Are you going with him when he comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your answer to all of these should be, “Absolutely, yes!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now—take inventory. Ask yourself, Do I really believe God is faithful to his word or do I waver in my trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptation; knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed. For let not that man think that he shall receive any thing of the Lord” (James 1:2-7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lay hold of God’s wisdom, all the wisdom needed to solve life’s problems—if you will believe with no wavering by casting your very life and future on this promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God giveth to all men…liberally…wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-505358078067896328?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/505358078067896328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=505358078067896328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/505358078067896328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/505358078067896328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2009/01/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless?'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SXFUkfHieXI/AAAAAAAAADo/RlkK1Y4_Q5A/s72-c/Pis3-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-140245501050451652</id><published>2008-12-24T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:13:25.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SVI8aOf4fdI/AAAAAAAAADg/KUindiK1EUA/s1600-h/John+cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SVI8aOf4fdI/AAAAAAAAADg/KUindiK1EUA/s320/John+cook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283351734125100498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The picture I have placed in this installment of 'Ramblings of a Follower'  is of Mayor John Cook the mayor of the city of El Paso, Texas where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I experience a moment of joy that I want to share with you all.  I am on a regular schedule of chaplains and ministers, here in our city, who are asked to do the invocation for our weekly City Council meetings.   I arrived at my normal time and waited along with others for the meeting to start.  The meeting started late, which is not unusual but yesterday as the mayor came in to the meeting room he was carrying his guitar. The mayor is a fine man and as with all who serve as mayors in cities across our nation he has a difficult job.  He is a Christian man and from what I understand his faith is not just cultural which gives me a sense of security and hope in his leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the meeting should have finally been called to order the mayor picked up his guitar and announced to all that the meeting was going to be a little delayed because....... he hoped that we would all join him in &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;nging some Christmas carols to honor the season.  At first I found myself a little embarrassed for him and wondering what would happen and how many would &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ng.  Well the mayor began with the song Noel and sure enough only a few people were &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;nging with him and my embarrassment for him seem to grow stronger with each chord that was played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it struck me, how wonderful this effort by the mayor was.  In a day when the onslaught of political corruption seems to be growing in our nation; here was a man, a civic leader, a brother in the Lord, who was willing to be counted, at this time of the year, as a follower and worshiper of Jesus Christ.   My heart was warmed and I found myself feeling proud to be identified with the mayor on this occa&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;on.  With that heart warming came a boldness within me and I began to &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ng louder and louder with the mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hope for our nation not because we are perfect but because we have a savior name Jesus Christ and countless men and women like my mayor who are willing to bring a little light into the midst of growing darkness.  God bless my mayor and all those who serve in my city with &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ncere hearts and efforts.&lt;/p&gt;  Let us pray for those in authority over us....in this we shall find peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-140245501050451652?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/140245501050451652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=140245501050451652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/140245501050451652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/140245501050451652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-i-have-placed-in-this.html' title='A Little Light'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SVI8aOf4fdI/AAAAAAAAADg/KUindiK1EUA/s72-c/John+cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-5723270652131930443</id><published>2008-12-14T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:18:55.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposure of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SUWgTQ7Fn2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0476mZviFAg/s1600-h/Eagle+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SUWgTQ7Fn2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0476mZviFAg/s200/Eagle+8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279802390982532962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an old saying that goes like this; "Out from within the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks" In recent days there has been a shocking and ongoing revelation of corruption within the office of the governor of the state of Illinois.  On the one hand it shocks us as a people because we would expect a governor to have a higher standard in all areas of their  life but alas we have once again had an example that reinforces  our frustration and loss of respect for those in the political arena. The governor not only was caught in bribery but clearly his heart has been exposed and his words only seem to enforce the truth of the corruption of the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attached an article to this blog from the writer &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judy Gruen a contributing writer to the American Thinker Blog.  She has something to say that perhaps we should consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As news broke about Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich's arrest on political corruption charges, even those who have become cynical about political miscreants expressed shock at the brazenness of his attempts to sell the U.S. Senate seat formerly occupied by President-elect Barack Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Less shocking, unfortunately, was his incessant use of the "f-word" during conversations in which he plotted to cash in on his political power. Our society has become mired in both an endless parade of political graft (remember the congressman who hid $50,000 in the freezer?) as well as an endless parade of profane language in the media. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fortunately, we are not so jaded that we will sit still for political miscreants -- we  want them punished and justly so. I'm sure millions will cheer along with me on the day that Blagojevich is stripped of his governorship and sent for a long time-out in an Illinois prison, where he will have lots of time to spend in the library and work on expanding his limited vocabulary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Perhaps it's no accident that Blagojevich used the most vulgar obscenities in nearly every sentence caught on tape. Minding your language and minding your behavior both require self-discipline and a respect for an established order in society. Clearly, the out-of-control, arrogant governor had neither. Foul language is almost always used by people who are angry and hostile, as the tapes plainly reveal Blagojevich to be. He also proved another truth about habitual obscenity users: the more they swear, the more limited their vocabulary becomes, to the point where they cannot go more than one sentence without a meaningless, yet still offensive, profanity. So in addition to adding to that anger management problem, chronic swearing also makes you lazy, unimaginative, and stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not that long ago, one rarely heard rough language among civilized people. Most found non-profane ways to express anger and frustration, using self-discipline and a far richer vocabulary than is commonly used today. As our society has normalized foul language, we have degraded ourselves in the process. Now, people yakking on cell phones in a doctor's full waiting room (even with children present) don't flinch from using the first four-letter word that pops into their sullied brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Of course, the governor's insufferable actions are worse than the language he used. But as Jim O'Conner, author of &lt;em&gt;Cuss Control, the Complete Book on&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;How to Curb Your Cursing&lt;/em&gt;, observes, "Profanity is part of the English language, but people have to be more discreet about when and where they use it. The governor was quoted in private conversations. Still, as a public figure, he should have known that even what he said in private is likely to be reported." Yes, especially considering that he knew he was under investigation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The fact is, a little self-censorship is good for the soul, while also building that elusive kinder, gentler society. In addition to the joy of seeing an arrogant creep like this get his comeuppance, we'll all benefit if we let bad boy Blagojevich become a poster child for what mindless profanity can do to us. As he has shown, it isn't pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,times;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Judy Gruen is the author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://www.amazon.com/Womens-Daily-Irony-Supplement/dp/0974961043/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1228855141&amp;amp;sr=8-1" href="http://www.amazon.com/Womens-Daily-Irony-Supplement/dp/0974961043/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1228855141&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Women's Daily Irony Supplement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-5723270652131930443?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/5723270652131930443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=5723270652131930443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/5723270652131930443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/5723270652131930443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/12/exposure-of-heart.html' title='Exposure of the Heart'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SUWgTQ7Fn2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/0476mZviFAg/s72-c/Eagle+8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-740243016730608364</id><published>2008-12-03T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:21:56.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STd2sCa9GOI/AAAAAAAAADI/e7WEG6tlgao/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STd2sCa9GOI/AAAAAAAAADI/e7WEG6tlgao/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275815987424073954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fragile are relationships....my mother and fathers marriage lasted over 50 years, that makes them real gems of perseverance and hope.  Their marriage was not without its difficulties, on a couple of different occasions they almost got a divorce, I remember the confusion of those times and the pain I felt as a young boy trying to figure what I had done to cause the problem that my parents were having.  This perspective is so typical of young children when they see their parents struggle within their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my parents never did divorce and continued on through the years to make the choices for commitment that led them to the fifty year mark, truly an amazing mile stone in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bring up this topic today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I found out about a couple that my wife and I knew many years ago with whom we have recently been in touch with again that are now in the process of possibly getting a divorce.  When I found this out I was speechless, for those that know me, being speechless is not a common thing for me, I was grieved, overwhelmed and just wanting to reach out and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this happen, what do we do that leads to broken relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the circumstances vary and are complicated that lead to broken relationship what is at the core of the issues and complications that lead to broken relationships is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my conversation with my friend;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the conversation with my friend I found myself being  stirred  regarding a friendship I and my wife  have with a couple here in our city.  We have wanted to see them for a while but circumstances being what they have, has not allowed that to happen. Over the process of time I recently found myself being offended by what appeared to be a lack of mutual concern for the relationship by this couple, this lead me down to the twisting maze of the victim/poor me mentality.  By the time I was done going through this maze I was ready to "give them a piece of my mind" regarding their lack of effort to at least maintain the relationship.....ah the victim always seems to be so right, at least to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as things would have it I happened to be able to have lunch with the husband and found out about all the challenges that they are having as a family and as he spoke I felt extremely selfish and stupid, to say the least, for my self-righteous victim mentality, and that I a pastor, a man of God, a.......fool, had made a terrible and yet simple mistake that could of led to a broken relationship with some precious people whom I admire and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does this episode of my life lead to?  To the simple beginning of all relationship breakdowns;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;, and the deifying of self in any relationship.  Thats where it all simply comes down to, it all begins with some one in the relationship deifying there need or want as supremely important above everything and everyone else.  I use the word 'deifying' because of the way we all fawn over and seem to place above and before everything else &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OURSELF&lt;/span&gt;.  All to often when this happens we don't even realize it because it seems that we are just so right in our understanding and knowledge of the assumed  relationship difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the master of relationship building and he proved it by allowing himself to be crucified so that we might have a restored relationship with our heavenly Father, that pretty much demonstrates to us what we must do with our deified selfs and how we can at least begin to see good relationship start in our lives and or be restored in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought or two for us as we journey together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-740243016730608364?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/740243016730608364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=740243016730608364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/740243016730608364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/740243016730608364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/12/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STd2sCa9GOI/AAAAAAAAADI/e7WEG6tlgao/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-8180930478483315211</id><published>2008-11-30T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:59:57.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STM219A5fjI/AAAAAAAAADA/AHMd7sqjVzg/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STM219A5fjI/AAAAAAAAADA/AHMd7sqjVzg/s200/Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274619889120280114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we jealous for God's glory?&lt;br /&gt;To me that is what revival is all about."&lt;br /&gt;- Leonard Ravenhill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a time when narcissism seems to be reigning within the church is it possible that what we are looking for is just another narcissistic moment?  Should we not call out with great faith to the Lord for a man or group of men whose whole passion in life is the glory of God.  Surely they are there but perhaps not seen yet and those that need to hear from them are being prepared to hear.  Oh that the time would come soon Lord Jesus!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-8180930478483315211?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/8180930478483315211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=8180930478483315211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/8180930478483315211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/8180930478483315211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/gods-glory.html' title='God&apos;s Glory'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STM219A5fjI/AAAAAAAAADA/AHMd7sqjVzg/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-6341313413747188071</id><published>2008-11-28T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:37:11.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STByUn2EszI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nHn1BAsXOUA/s1600-h/tach2.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STByUn2EszI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nHn1BAsXOUA/s320/tach2.25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273840862269584178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Christianity without the living Christ is inevitably Christianity without discipleship, and Christianity without discipleship is always Christianity without Christ."&lt;/span&gt; - Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dare we say that Christianity, true faith must include; Christ and discipleship and anything less is not Christianity at all.  In our submission to Christ there are no options....it is his way or the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 4:19, 10:38, 16:24&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark 8:34, 10:21&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 5:27-28, 9:57-62&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;John 10:27, 12:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few scriptures that speak of our call to discipleship and our call to Christ.  Mr. Bonhoeffer had it right, do we? do you? do I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-6341313413747188071?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/6341313413747188071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=6341313413747188071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/6341313413747188071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/6341313413747188071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/christianity-without-living-christ-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STByUn2EszI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nHn1BAsXOUA/s72-c/tach2.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-8424367110761512167</id><published>2008-11-28T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:09:17.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You A Bridge Builder ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STAyT4FTcTI/AAAAAAAAACw/rMRQttLCMbw/s1600-h/Eagle+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STAyT4FTcTI/AAAAAAAAACw/rMRQttLCMbw/s320/Eagle+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273770480704385330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Thanksgiving yesterday, ate to much food(what else is new)enjoyed a lot of laughter, listened to people be encouraged and built up, saw a bunch of kids just hanging out and enjoying each others company, it was for all intent purposes a church meeting.....absolutely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with my two boys today, just to see how they are doing on their journey's....both are doing well and so much better then I was at their age.  You know so many of us "older" ones look back over our lives and wonder how well we did, I guess that comes from wanting to be reassured that in spite of our mistakes and weakness we have left something good behind us.  My children bless me so much and make we want to be sure that I am faithful with the time I have left so that perhaps I can see grandchildren and experience the blessing of seeing the favor of God extend to another generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added a writing from "The Book of Virtues" by William Bennett that I think speaks to the gift of an older generation's responsibility to be  faithful  for the coming generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;The Bridge Builder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Will Allen Dromgoole&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;An old man, going a lone highway,&lt;br /&gt;Came, at the evening, cold and gray,&lt;br /&gt;To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Through which was flowing a sullen tide.&lt;br /&gt;The old man crossed in the twilight dim;&lt;br /&gt;The sullen stream had no fears for him;&lt;br /&gt;But he turned, when safe on the other &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;de,&lt;br /&gt;And built a bridge to span the tide.&lt;br /&gt;"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,&lt;br /&gt;"You are wasting strength with building here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your&lt;/i&gt; journey will end with the ending day;&lt;br /&gt;You never again must pass this way;&lt;br /&gt;You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide--&lt;br /&gt;Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 1in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The builder lifted his old gray head:&lt;br /&gt;"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,&lt;br /&gt;"There followeth after me today&lt;br /&gt;A youth, whose feet must pass this way.&lt;br /&gt;This chasm, that has been naught to me,&lt;br /&gt;To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.&lt;br /&gt;He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;&lt;br /&gt;Good friend, I am building the bridge for &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Will Allen Dromgoole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-8424367110761512167?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/8424367110761512167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=8424367110761512167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/8424367110761512167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/8424367110761512167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-bridge-builder.html' title='Are You A Bridge Builder ?'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/STAyT4FTcTI/AAAAAAAAACw/rMRQttLCMbw/s72-c/Eagle+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-3348486162482139543</id><published>2008-11-27T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:42:50.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Captive Lions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SS7b7mCWu0I/AAAAAAAAACg/vQFvw-_KRCc/s1600-h/Picture6a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SS7b7mCWu0I/AAAAAAAAACg/vQFvw-_KRCc/s320/Picture6a.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273394030566619970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I am walking through this journey, that the Lord has been gracious to place me on, I have found my heart is straining to recapture the "joy of my salvation" that has been lost to the business, methods and means that I embraced over the years thinking that it was ministry.  This embracing not only curtailed my 'joy' but in fact robbed me of the great gift of freedom that there is in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sent to me by a friend and follower of Jesus who has been on the journey longer then I and has some great insights.  I feel like a lion that has been set free, the adventure begins and oh how I look forward to the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lions Set Free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is for freedom that  Christ has set us free; stand fast therefore, and do not be entangled with the  yoke of slavery again." Galatians 5:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently told me  about a conservation group in Zimbabwe that is taking captive lions and  rehabilitating them back into the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a difficult, four phase  process, but they are having success with it. The rehabilitation process has  many snags involved because of the effects of captivity on an African lion. When  lions are bred and raised out of their natural habitat, some very abnormal  patterns begin to develop. In short, they become domesticated. Yet lions were  born to be wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In captivity, the lions basically forget that they are  lions. The forget how to hunt. They forget how to live in the wild. And they  forget how to live in a pride. The "pride" is the name for a community of lions.  Lions are by and large social creatures and do not do well as loners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Effects of Captivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I were born (again) to be  spiritual lions. That's who we are, but we have forgotten our true nature  because of our captivity in the religious system. Captivity has conditioned us  to believe things that are just not true. We have become something less than our  true calling and destiny because of this conditioning. We have become  domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have become isolated pew warmers; a mutated race that  sits and listens instead of participating and functioning. The clergy/laity  system has made us passive and spiritually lazy. In other words, we have sold  out our birthrights. Just like Esau we have sold out for the comfort of a bowl  of lentil stew, that is, our warm and comfy pews. We no longer wanted to bother  with functioning as members of the Body of Christ, so we sold out and instituted  the clergy/laity system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Have Forgotten How to Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  definitely one of the most important aspects of a lion's life. Without the act  of hunting, how will you eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will the pride eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have  forgotten how to hunt for our own food. Part of our conditioning has been that  everyday (or every Sunday!) someone opens our cage and throws us a piece of  meat. This bypasses the whole hunting process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this person that  throws in that piece of meat? Where did he get it? Apparently, he went and  hunted for it himself. But that is not my prey! And I never had to hunt for it  myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting is much more than just killing an animal and then eating  it. There is the encounter of the hunt itself: finding the right place and time;  having the right equipment; getting very quiet; smelling the prey; stalking the  prey; taking aim, etc. Sometimes you come up empty handed, but the actual  engagement is the thrilling part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As believers, our food is Jesus Christ  Himself! Not just teaching and doctrine about Christ, but the very Person and  experience of Christ. You need to hunt for this "food" yourself. Sharing someone  else's food is alright at times. But there is nothing like you going out on your  own "hunt" and capturing some new revelation or insight into your Lord. This is  exciting. This is discovery. This is how you were born to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then  what? What do lions do after they have captured the prey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring it  home and share it with the pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, lions are very  social creatures and they live in a pride. But in captivity there is no hunt and  there is no pride. Lions are thrown their food everyday and they do not live as  a pride. They are just individual lions living a mutant life of individualism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lion in captivity never has to hunt for his own food. He becomes lazy  and complacent. He actually believes that this is normal. He believes that  someone else is responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Have Forgotten How to Live in the Wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because we do not regard the things which are seen but the things which  are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which  are not seen are eternal." II Cor. 4:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of realms  that exist. There is the unseen realm (or the eternals) and there is the seen  realm (or the physicals). Both of these realms exist together at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One realm is spiritual and unseen. That is, it has no physical substance  or what we would call matter. It has no size or dimension, and it exists without  time or space. You could say that this spiritual realm is totally "other than"  the seen, physical realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we know that the seen physical  realm does have matter, energy, space, time, and dimension. Science tells us all  about electrons, protons, neutrons, atoms, and molecules. We seem to know a lot  about the seen realm. But the scriptures tell us that this realm is only  temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the unseen realm which is eternal, and yet, we really  don't know much about that realm at all. How do we live in that realm? How do we  live in spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Creature of Two Realms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lions, we are  called to live in two realms at the same time. But we should live mostly in the  unseen realm. This is the "wild" for us. And it is mostly unexplored. It really  is the "wild." It is our natural habitat. And we can never be fulfilled with  anything less. And yet, because we have forgotten who we are, we have become  comfortable in captivity. We have become comfortable in the seen realm. We  actually start believing that the physical realm is everything and then we start  investing our lives into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we have a Lord who is both Lion and  Lamb. He is definitely gentle. But make no mistake about it, He is not tame! He  is as wild as they come and the wild realm that is our home is inside of Him  (Eph. 1:3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our natural habitat is not lived alone. This is a place  of community. This is the place of the pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Have Forgotten How to  Live as a Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "pride" is the social unit for the wild lion. They  do not live alone. They interact in small groups know as prides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear  believer, a very important part of your natural habitat is the spiritual  "pride." This has been lost to us as well. Lions in captivity don't live in  prides. That is a special feature only found in the wild. When you discover that  you are already free and begin living in the other realm, you will see the need  of community life. This wild life is a shared life. Shared with your Lord and  shared with His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are not used to sharing our lives with  others. We have been isolated (held captive) for so long that we have forgotten  that this is just the normal life for wild lions. In a true pride, you all share  your food, share your joys, share your sorrows, and share everything in life  with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question is: how do we get to this place of  freedom? How do we remember how to hunt? How do we remember how to live in the  wild? How do we remember how to live in a pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our great God has  already provided a solution to this situation. And this solution was in force as  early as the first century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Solution: Walking with Lions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told you in the beginning of this article, there is a  conservationist group in Zimbabwe that is successfully rehabilitating lions back  into the wild. But how do they do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take the young cubs for walks  everyday in the wild. An experienced lion "handler" (not trainer) will take a  cub on long walks everyday to introduce the young lion to life in the wild.  Eventually, the lion's natural instincts will begin to kick in. They will begin  to respond to their natural prey and eventually begin to stalk them. Then, one  day, they will learn to hunt for themselves. The lion handlers will also  introduce them to a pride in the wild so they can be socially integrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does the same thing with His people. He re-introduces His "lions"  back into the wild by the use of "handlers." These are men and women who are  called, prepared, and sent by Him for this difficult task. They do not become  caretakers of the believers, but their job is to be re-introducers. Then the  believers re-discover their spiritual instincts and habitat that has been long  forgotten in captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can see these people at work in the first  century. They were sent out by God as itinerant apostolic workers (or church  planters) to lay a foundation of Christ for the assemblies of believers. Their  job was to work themselves out of a job. Peter, John, Paul, Barnabas, Titus,  Silas, Timothy, and others did this work or re-introducing God's people to the  wild. Then they would leave them on their own to live as wild lions! Every one  of these workers had already experienced true "pride life" for themselves and  knew about the hunt, the wild, and the pride by personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  the Zimbabwe program, the handlers have less and less contact with the lions.  The goal is to completely release them to the wild, not to control them and keep  them domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians are leaving the religious institutions in  droves. They are seeking more reality, a deeper spirituality, and freedom. They  are being set free from the captivity of the religious system and it is a  beautiful thing to see. But that creates an altogether different problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that all of these believers are being set free from captivity, what  will happen next? How will they now be re-introduced to the wild? How will they  remember how to hunt? How will they be introduced to the "pride" life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's own rehabilitation program must be the answer. We need to pray  that God will raise up many "handlers" who have been called, prepared, and sent  to walk with the lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a lion and you have a divine right to be  free in the wild with His pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;by Milt Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-3348486162482139543?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/3348486162482139543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=3348486162482139543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/3348486162482139543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/3348486162482139543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-we-captive-lions.html' title='Are We Captive Lions'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SS7b7mCWu0I/AAAAAAAAACg/vQFvw-_KRCc/s72-c/Picture6a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-1527418611043630421</id><published>2008-11-17T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:43:09.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SSFYlZB8s0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RofM3FnV4hM/s1600-h/Picture7a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SSFYlZB8s0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RofM3FnV4hM/s320/Picture7a.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269590438397653826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that the pride of our hearts has deceived us into believing that all is going to be OK with us as a nation....it is not.  I am sorrowful that my perspective is so negative but in order for us to heal the sickness that is now the United States America we are going to need to listen and listen with more then just our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for our nation.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ENDUSE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-1527418611043630421?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/1527418611043630421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=1527418611043630421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/1527418611043630421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/1527418611043630421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-we-listening.html' title='Are We Listening'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SSFYlZB8s0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RofM3FnV4hM/s72-c/Picture7a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-5824382215866812873</id><published>2008-11-12T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:52:36.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word For All Of US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SRrRBSkWXOI/AAAAAAAAACA/O81SXDxv8QE/s1600-h/PH01318J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SRrRBSkWXOI/AAAAAAAAACA/O81SXDxv8QE/s320/PH01318J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267752534257589474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Wilkerson is a man of profound faith and relationship with Jesus, on my Journey he has been a source of encouragment and correction.  Long before it became popular to be prophetic David was speaking prophetically.  He would not call himself a prophet and I respect that, at the minimum I find him to be a watchman on the wall. Listen to this man who loves Jesus more then anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://davidwilkersontoday.blogspot.com/2008/11/daniela-man-of-another-sort.html"&gt;DANIEL—A MAN OF ANOTHER SORT!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   Daniel was a “man of another sort” who speaks of being broken: “I set my face unto the Lord God, to seek by prayer and supplications, with fasting, and sackcloth, and ashes: and I prayed unto the Lord my God, and made my confession” (Daniel 9:3–4). In turn, Daniel was able to discern the times, because he knew God’s heart. “I Daniel understood by books the number of the years, whereof the word of the Lord came to Jeremiah” (Daniel 9:2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Daniel come to this path of brokenness, knowledge and discernment? It began with his study of God’s Word. Daniel allowed the Scriptures to lay hold of him fully. And he quoted them often and at length, because he’d hidden them away in his heart: “As it is written in the law…” (Daniel 9:13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chapter 10, this godly prophet was given a vision of Christ, “I lifted up mine eyes…and behold a certain man clothed in linen, whose loins were girded with fine gold of Uphaz…and his face as the appearance of lightning, and his eyes as lamps of fire…and the voice of his words like the voice of a multitude” (10:5–6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you, set your heart today to seek God with all diligence and determination. Then go to his Word with ever-increasing love and desire. Pray with fasting for brokenness, to receive his burden. Finally, confess and forsake everything that hinders the Holy Spirit from opening heaven’s blessings to you. The path of “men of another sort” is open to everyone. Will you walk in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a walk brings the touch of God. Daniel testified, “Behold, an hand touched me, which set me upon my knees and upon the palms of my hands” (Daniel 10:10). The word for touched here means “to violently seize upon.” Daniel was saying, “When God placed his hand upon me, it put me on my face. His touch gave me an urgency to seek him with all that’s in me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens anytime God touches someone’s life. That person falls to his knees and becomes a man or woman of prayer, driven to seek the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve often wondered why God touches only certain people with this urgency. Why do some servants become hungry seekers after him, while other faithful people go their way? God-touched servants have an intimate relationship with the Lord. They receive revelations from heaven. And they enjoy a walk with Christ that few others do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God lay his hand on Daniel and touch him as he did? Why was this one man able to see and hear things no one else could? He declares, “I Daniel alone saw the vision: for the men that were with me saw not the vision” (Daniel 10:7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God needed a voice to speak his message. He wanted a praying servant, someone who would respond faithfully to his calling. Daniel was that man. He’d been praying devoutly three times a day. And now, as he walked along the river, Christ revealed himself to him (see Daniel 10:7–9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made Daniel his oracle because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daniel never let up in prayer (see Daniel 10:2–3).&lt;br /&gt;2. Daniel grieved over the spiritual decline in society and the church (see Daniel chapter 9).&lt;br /&gt;3. Daniel refused to harbor or hide sin (Daniel 9:4–5).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-5824382215866812873?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/5824382215866812873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=5824382215866812873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/5824382215866812873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/5824382215866812873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/word-for-all-of-us.html' title='A Word For All Of US'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SRrRBSkWXOI/AAAAAAAAACA/O81SXDxv8QE/s72-c/PH01318J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-7310655723720797246</id><published>2008-11-09T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:09:10.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations of our time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SRcJqSIOYPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/61sCGtZkEqE/s1600-h/explosion+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SRcJqSIOYPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/61sCGtZkEqE/s320/explosion+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266688911258575090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ENDUSE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly elected president of our nation has more expectations placed on him then any other present that I can remember in recent history. The number of adoring idolatrous like fans of our president elect concerns me, have they as a result of unfulfilled expectations in the past become  the rats of the pied piper who they will follow blindly because it sounds good?  Remember he is just a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that as a nation we have become to much like ancient Rome, consumed with  its self worth while at the same time trying to fill its empty soul with the adoration of men to the point of calling, viewing or treating those men as divine.  We are no longer able or secure enough tell ourselves the truth we prefer instead the lies of Madison Ave. when what is needed is a strong dose of reality.  If we are not careful, my friends, we will end up like ancient Rome, only a memory with some old buildings that speak of a glory long lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more information, truth and history to draw from to help guide us as a people and as a nation but the cancerous worm of pride has so infected us that we now believe that because we have all this information we are not vulnerable to this cancerous worm that destroyed Rome from the inside out.  Knowing truth and living truth are two different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be done, if what I say is true?  History shows  that Nineveh was much as we are today  in attitude and action, but God loved the people of Nineveh, just as any modern day Father loves a child that has gone terribly astray.  Who did God use to get the people of Ninevehs' attention?  Jonah, someone who supposedly knew God and His great love.  Jonah had his own issues as well, hatred of the people of Nineveh to start with, but God loves and we His people must bring his call of repentance to our nation, not because we as a nation deserve this merciful call but because He is worthy of the love of all people, even the Ninevehites of the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-7310655723720797246?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/7310655723720797246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=7310655723720797246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/7310655723720797246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/7310655723720797246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/observations-of-our-time.html' title='Observations of our time'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SRcJqSIOYPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/61sCGtZkEqE/s72-c/explosion+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-5211381058638658066</id><published>2008-11-06T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:42:35.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charisma or Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1054" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2lng4lk.jpg" border="0" height="360" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have just been sent some photos from a friend of the response around the world to the election of Barack Obama's election.  It concerns me in that people have come to see a personality and are persuaded by a personality, their response reminds me of the days when the Beatles first came to the United States; unreasoned emotional excitement which historically has led to mountains of unfulfilled expectations, frustrations and grief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have a MAN who will take office in January of 2009  whose positions on many social and economic policies are in my opinion so far to the left that they could only make sense in the former Soviet Union and Eastern Block nations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must pray, ideas have consequences and we have a very popular and charismatic leader who is being "worshiped".  No man should be worshiped but alas I fear this man is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-5211381058638658066?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/5211381058638658066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=5211381058638658066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/5211381058638658066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/5211381058638658066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/charisma-or-character.html' title='Charisma or Character'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/2lng4lk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-4445968179496875604</id><published>2008-11-04T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:57:43.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad at God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SREZRQ0OcjI/AAAAAAAAABo/QDGzYAeuo7s/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SREZRQ0OcjI/AAAAAAAAABo/QDGzYAeuo7s/s320/Water+lilies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265017223735308850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Around 25 years ago I found myself walking down a &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;mple road in the &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; country &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;de.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was raining and I was getting soaking wet but I didn’t care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My lack of care about getting soaking wet was birthed out of my strong sense of anger and frustration I felt, and regardless of the weather I was going to have it out with God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is more I will say regarding this story later, but for the moment I want to ask you how you responded to my statement, “I was going to have it out with God.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whenever I tell this story, people have a number of different responses: shock, wonder, it is not pos&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ble, how could you, to mention just a few.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that many religious people find that the pos&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;bility of being angry with God is some kind of mortal &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;n, but the fact remains that on that day I was angry with God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many of us do get angry with God and struggle with how He works in our lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, what do you do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are confused, scared, angry, and you have nowhere to go and no one to blame; you are too ashamed to express your anger to someone because you’re not sure if they will understand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In your desperateness you turn to some memory of what a religious person once said about God being perfect and that you &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;should never question Him. So partly out of fear, partly out of frustration you give up and stuff your emotions in some sort of personally foreign religious exercise and try to move on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now more from my own experience in a &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; rain storm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I walked down this road, I found myself struggling with how I wanted to express myself. I did not want to offend God, but I could not deny how I felt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It did not take long before I just finally said, “Well God, here it comes and if it comes out rough I hope you understand.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that point I let loose with all of the frustration, anger and hurt I was feeling, I did not try to hide the fact that I thought He had not been fair and that I deserved better, (I think you get the drift of my conversation).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I continued to walk down the road, I came to the place where I had nothing else I wanted to say, nothing else to complain about, and nothing else to justify.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At this point I found myself standing by a stream that was beginning to overflow as a result of the rain, and I could not go any further.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I stood looking at the stream I realized that my heart was overwhelmed by the sense of God’s presence. I felt that if I would look over my shoulder, He would be standing there, and if I would just keep my mouth shut He might have something to say to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As I stood there, a gentle but firm thought entered my mind, “Are you done?” My response was a little sheepish, but it was flavored with a sense of confidence as I said, “Yes”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, more &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;lence; I thought to myself “oh man, I am in trouble.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a moment or two my heart and mind were flooded with the sweet understanding that I was deeply loved, accepted and appreciated because for the first time in my life as a Christian I had been really honest with God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There was more I felt that God was speaking to me that day, but the big lesson for me was about being honest with God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So often I hear people say that they don’t like Christians because they are all a bunch of hypocrites.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is, unfortunately, some truth to that criticism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We Christians often try to present ourselves and our relationship with God in the best pos&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ble light, but in that process we sacrifice &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;mple honesty and maybe that is what our critics are more offended by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If our critics are accurate, perhaps we need to see those tense moments with God as an effort by God to get us to be honest with Him. How does God feel about that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe that we can get a glimpse of how He feels in one of the most powerful stories in the bible regarding this issue of honesty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is found in John 8:1-12.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me give you a quick overview of the story; (I recommend that you find a bible and read the whole of the story so that you can get the full impact).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The religious of Jesus day have a woman brought before them charged with the crime of adultery; in their religious arrogance they use this woman to try and trap this radical Rabbi called Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the story goes, they bring this woman before Him and state the charge of adultery and that the Law of Moses says that she should be stoned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s stop there for a moment; Where was the man who committed adultery with this woman? Shouldn’t he also be brought up on the charges of adultery? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A question for another time, perhaps. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Going back to our story, Jesus does not respond to them immediately but stoops to the ground and writes something with his finger. It is here that many have speculated as to what Jesus wrote. I have personally wondered about that, but I believe the Holy Spirit is trying to make a far more important point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This story is not about what Jesus wrote on the ground but about a person; this woman who, by her choices in life, now faces the reality of those consequences in her life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Death is a sure reality; she knew what the Law had to say about adultery, and those standing before her were confirming the truth by calling for her to die as the Law according to Moses said she should.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After the humiliation of the proces&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;on of accusers, she now stands before this radical Rabbi and thinks, That’s it, I am going to die.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My whole life has been one sad story after another; there is nothing more to hide, excuse or to ignore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the midst of her tears, fears and racing thoughts she hears this Rabbi ask a question of the group standing and accu&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ng her; the noise of the accusations dies down to an almost haunting &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;lence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What was that he asked?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“He who is without &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;n, let him cast the first stone.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted to look up to see the response of the accusers, but the shame of her &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;n was too much of a weight on her head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A moment later she hears the sound of stones being drop and the shuffle of feet moving away from her. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In her panic stricken thinking she wonders what is happening and why are they leaving. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the midst of the fog of the events, she hears another question, “Where are your accusers?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is there no one to condemn you?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looks at Jesus and says there is none, and then she hears words that will resound in her life forever. “Neither do I condemn you; go and &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;n no more.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus walks away and she stands there in bewilderment and very much alive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The point of the story is, the woman had to face her life honestly because the consequences of her past were upon her. Jesus’ question to the crowd used the memories of all in attendance that day to show that none is righteous, no not one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Honesty can have a penetrating effect on our lives if we will let it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem is we won’t let it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our pride keeps us in a comfortable delu&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;on where reality is kept at a distance or so we think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is where we begin to see the intimate work of God our Father allowing circumstances to so move upon on us that we are forced to con&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;der the true reality of our lives and this gets us MAD, d_ _ _ MAD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why would a loving God want me to move out of my comfortable delu&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;on?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The answer is &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;mple, you were created for relationship with God and your fellowman. Bad things do happen to good people. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Religious people try to put every problem into a box labeled 5 &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Steps to conquering your problem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but it is just filled with legalisms and vacant spiritual platitudes that leave the partaker more empty than when they first reached into the box.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Honesty in our lives releases the pos&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;bility of costly grace; costly in that Jesus did die so that you and I could have true peace and real relationship with God our Father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is costly in that we will have to give up on our comfortable delu&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;si&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ons to experience the fruit of honesty, but then again isn’t the fruit honesty in our lives worth it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-4445968179496875604?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/4445968179496875604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=4445968179496875604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/4445968179496875604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/4445968179496875604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/mad-at-god.html' title='Mad at God'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SREZRQ0OcjI/AAAAAAAAABo/QDGzYAeuo7s/s72-c/Water+lilies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-2617709131621141880</id><published>2008-11-04T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:41:08.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall we do?</title><content type='html'>All of us who call ourselves Christian have a huge responsibility tomorrow November 5th.  the responsibility is that of praying for those in authority over us.  Paul is very clear in Romans  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Romans 13:1-7 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God. [2] Whosoever therefore resisteth the power, resisteth the ordinance of God: and they that resist shall receive to themselves damnation. [3] For rulers are not a terror to good works, but to the evil. Wilt thou then not be afraid of the power? do that which is good, and thou shalt have praise of the same: [4] For he is the minister of God to thee for good. But if thou do that which is evil, be afraid; for he beareth not the sword in vain: for he is the minister of God, a revenger to execute wrath upon him that doeth evil. [5] Wherefore ye must needs be subject, not only for wrath, but also for conscience sake. [6] For for this cause pay ye tribute also: for they are God's ministers, attending continually upon this very thing. [7] Render therefore to all their dues: tribute to whom tribute is due; custom to whom custom; fear to whom fear; honour to whom honour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our responsibility is clear, our personal choice may or may not of become the president of the United States and I am sure that there will be many discussions and arguments as to why the results happen as they did, no matter what we must pray or we will be in a place of disobedience before our Father in heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shall we pray brethren or shall we complain, you make the choice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6128966552662456996-2617709131621141880?l=esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/feeds/2617709131621141880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6128966552662456996&amp;postID=2617709131621141880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/2617709131621141880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6128966552662456996/posts/default/2617709131621141880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esinke-ramblingsofafollower.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-shall-we-do.html' title='What shall we do?'/><author><name>Adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887624275258040087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQ0G5H0SaaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uagh8RYKjLE/S220/Picture+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128966552662456996.post-2356264466883693222</id><published>2008-11-01T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:58:45.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Along The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQzpkh_DYsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zkktLwMnmRQ/s1600-h/j0432571.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TgAY4L9Ak9M/SQzpkh_DYsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zkktLwMnmRQ/s400/j0432571.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263838878296662722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What direction? Where will I go? Who shall I meet? Does anyone care? All of the questions have deep significance for someone, maybe someone you will meet or pass along the way on your Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key question is will you recognize the opportunity or miss the it, most of us are so busy that we miss opportunity after opportunity to have our lives enriched by countless numbers of people.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to submit for your consideration that we have become so busy and narcissistic that we have lost in the confusion of our personal lives the ability and some time the capacity to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"unconditionally ascribe worth to another at a cost to oneself" &lt;/span&gt; You see,  that is what true love is, and interestingly enough when you and I sacrifice our idol of narcissism for the sake of seeing and considering others, before ourselves we will in fact be loving our neighbor as our self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times the Journey is tough and to be entirely frank, more days then I want to admit are filled with my own little idols of narcissism but I don't give up, how about you, feel like giving up some times?  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