<?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-9011629023086603708</id><updated>2012-01-22T08:23:10.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bus Stop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-8995438893377809551</id><published>2012-01-09T09:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:41:34.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bathroom Scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQFWMklGJE8/TwsKhj6WVLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9KlwuxrUgC8/s1600/Bathroom%2Bscale%2Bgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQFWMklGJE8/TwsKhj6WVLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9KlwuxrUgC8/s320/Bathroom%2Bscale%2Bgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695657725432059058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The dreaded bathroom scale… After seeing this cartoon I got to thinking about the years I avoided this contraption simply because it was my enemy and it was mean to me. It had the gall to tell me the truth. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At first it was a conscious decision to avoid it and after a while it simply became invisible. It had never been moved, but ignored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why would I want such a thing in the house if it was just going to make me feel guilty and why did I keep it right there in the bathroom. As I said, it became invisible so why move it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I began to realize this was how I did so many things in my life. I became calloused and numb to situations around me. However, no matter how far I ran and calloused I had become I could never escape the Truth of God. Of course it was extremely irritating, but when I finally understood and began to accept the truth my life started &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;changing and improving&lt;/b&gt;. In other words whenever we are losing weight or have lost weight the bathroom scale becomes our friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;I feel like I need to expound on &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;changing and improving&lt;/b&gt;. Many times when a person makes this comment I always believed it had something to do with making more money or they were a more righteous person. If that’s the case then this statement wouldn’t apply to me. The changes I experienced was sleeping better, a lot less fear in my life, confidence, assertiveness, peace, joy, love and a relationship with Jesus I never knew was possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is what Paul was talking about when he was teaching about the Law of God. The Law was not sin nor was it our enemy. The Law was to show us the boundaries and steer us away from destruction. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;He said… if it wasn’t for the Law I would have not known sin. Then he said he wouldn’t have known sin if the Law hadn’t said, “You shall not covet.” Romans 7:7 (Paraphrased)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For the most part we do not want to know the truth, especially about ourselves. We’re afraid of the truth and avoid it because it hurts and we don’t want to hurt. The reason it hurts is because we fear it’s going to take something away from us. However, when we stop running and face the fear and the truth we learn that it has always been our friend and it has so much more to give us, not take away. If we refuse to stand on the same side as truth, then it will always be our enemy. It’s not wise to have God as our enemy because He is Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-8995438893377809551?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/8995438893377809551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=8995438893377809551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8995438893377809551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8995438893377809551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2012/01/bathroom-scale.html' title='The Bathroom Scale'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQFWMklGJE8/TwsKhj6WVLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9KlwuxrUgC8/s72-c/Bathroom%2Bscale%2Bgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-4145294285471412492</id><published>2012-01-02T09:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:40:32.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame, Riches and Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Many years ago I had a personal dream that someday I wanted to be someone famous. I admired many of the famous preachers, authors, teachers and speakers. Then one day God asked me if I wanted a target painted on my back because that is what will happen if you ever achieved this status. He said, I’m not talking abou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t people attacking you, but did you want to&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;be targ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eted by satan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I thought of the temptations and desires these people have to face daily, I began to rethink my desires. I have enough problems as it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is and I definitely don’t need them multiplied. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;would believe that most of these people started o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ut with the purest objectives, but it doesn’t take long for the enemy (satan) to get involved and destroy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know most of you have read the popular books that have swept the nation. These books minister to many people, however satan comes along and begins to water them down with commercialism and cult. God may have only given this person one book to write, but the publishers believe there is much more money to b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e made. Before you know it there are calendars, T-Shirts and bumper stickers then that certain book becomes addressed to men, women, teens and children and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The greatest temptation they have to face then is fame, riches and power. I know it would be easy to get consumed with all the limelight. This is usually where God is no longer the focus but the desire to hold on to what they have achieved. This u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sually means a change in truth, theology and goals. I know that satan supplies vast amounts of justifications for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I could write several pages about this, but I think yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;u understand the point. It will always come down to where our heart is. Do we have a heart to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; serve the Lord whatever the cost or serve satan i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n exchange for personal glory. There is not a place in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The more you get the less you are. Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;s 1:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Think about that scripture for a moment. It’s an exchange. Think about this picture. The more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfGraURmehY/TwHPO-3tPEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/dYEMTFA5GDQ/s1600/Fame%2BRiches%2BPower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfGraURmehY/TwHPO-3tPEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/dYEMTFA5GDQ/s320/Fame%2BRiches%2BPower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693059260274785346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; this guy has the less you see of him. Are you identified by you money, house, car, job or position, what you think you are or by what God says you are. After you are aware of what God says we are to Him. Then we have to believe it. We may make the statement we believe, but many times it’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; no more than words. To accept it into our hearts is when we will really begin to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-4145294285471412492?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/4145294285471412492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=4145294285471412492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4145294285471412492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4145294285471412492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2012/01/fame-riches-and-power.html' title='Fame, Riches and Power'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfGraURmehY/TwHPO-3tPEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/dYEMTFA5GDQ/s72-c/Fame%2BRiches%2BPower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-8179158464548822744</id><published>2011-12-05T22:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:56:54.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Opposites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjmgJtyWhfI/Tt2geCWCyuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/s3SLiZZAwDw/s1600/Opposites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjmgJtyWhfI/Tt2geCWCyuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/s3SLiZZAwDw/s320/Opposites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682874742697282274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Recently I started dieting and to my amazement I’ve actually lost weight. I still have more to lose and right now I’m thinking it may be possible. My motives for losing weight have nothing to do with vanity. That ship has sailed. One motive I’ve had is to be able to tie my shoes without passing out. I would also like to get off of all my heart medications. I guess the main one is I just want to feel better. I’m tired of feeling sick. I have actually started to feel much better and that gives me the motivation to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What I didn’t realize was God had several insights to give me during this time and give me understanding into areas I thought I understood. I believe I now understand what lust truly is about for the first time. Generally we associate lust with sex. However, when I’ve just eaten and I’m full and pass Taco Bell, Whataburger and everything else I fantasize about the delicious goodies in those restaurants. This is lust! When I want something even though I don’t need it or I shouldn’t have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lust translates into all areas of life. Lust for money, lust for things, lust for sex, lust for food and coveting anything I don’t need. Many have said the opposite of lust is love. This is not true. The opposite of lust is gratitude and contentment. When I am grateful and content with what God has given me then I am content. If I am content with my wife then I will not have any desires for anyone else. When I am grateful for my job then I become content and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I begin to notice other statements I have taken for granted such as…The opposite if love is hate. The truth is, the opposite of love is fear. The opposite of hate and anger is forgiveness. The opposite of war is slavery. The opposite of pride and arrogance is peace. The opposite of God is Satan. NO! God has no opposite. Satan’s opposite would be like Michael or Gabriel the archangels. I would suggest that you look deeper into the “opposites” that you have taken for granted. In order to find them you have to look into your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being &lt;b&gt;content&lt;/b&gt; in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. Philippians 4:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-8179158464548822744?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/8179158464548822744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=8179158464548822744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8179158464548822744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8179158464548822744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/12/opposites.html' title='The Opposites'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjmgJtyWhfI/Tt2geCWCyuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/s3SLiZZAwDw/s72-c/Opposites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-6598145546500118325</id><published>2011-11-29T14:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:39:45.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Steel on Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MOkwrmWzWg/TtVC97fBpJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/M3Qpuva-2RY/s1600/Steel%2Bon%2BSteel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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There are knots in her stomach and her hands are shaking. She so desperately needs to talk to her husband Frank about how he has been treating her, but she is so afraid. She already knows of his reaction of screaming and yelling. Will she have the nerve to do it this time or she back out like she always does. She thinks to herself, “He won’t listen to me anyway so why bother.” So she continues on in a life of fear and dread hoping for better days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Is this you? Which one are you? Do you relate to Tricia or Frank? If you relate to Frank then you probably won’t agree or accept that it is you. For many years I avoided confrontation with my wife and others due to fears of possible reactions such as those described. &lt;span style="color:#1F497D;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The word confrontation still makes me twinge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;If you are struggling with an issue you need to discuss with someone whether it is your spouse, friend or co-worker it is very likely you will receive this kind of response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Threat of Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; – You begin to see their face tighten and fist clinch and you know there are going to get mad no matter what you say so you refuse to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Threat of Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; – They may start crying, get depressed or act out as a martyr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Threat of Charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; – The may make a joke out of it, return your issue with compliment to throw you off balance and make you feel guilty for mentioning it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Threat of Procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; – Get depressed. Make promises of change, but never quite get around to it and then passive/aggressively get even with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You are or have been one of these people. The main reason people are not honest and truthful with others is because we won’t allow them. The truth can be painful so we immediately throw up our defenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now the other side of the coin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Rather than confront you may attack, belittle and demean, present or demand ultimatums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You don’t confront, sit quietly and grow bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;If you do confront, you do it in such a friendly way the person has no idea what you’re talking about. You usually refrain from confrontation because you want everyone to like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You won’t confront burying you head in the sand and hope it blows over or boast how nothing bothers you and you just let in roll off your shoulders until one day you blow like Mount St. Helens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;When I learned the truth about confrontation I found it extremely freeing. The real truth of why we don’t confront is really not as much about fear as it is about selfishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;don’t want to get hurt myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;want everyone to like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;really just don’t want to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;way or the highway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You can live your life in fear and selfishness if you desire, but the joy and freedom that comes with truth. &lt;i&gt;And they shall know the truth and the truth will set them free. John 8:34 &lt;/i&gt;This is only one application of this verse, but so often I see more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;It’s when we tell others the truth for their benefit and not only ours and sometimes not ours at all. When we see others hurting themselves with poor behavior we should want to enlighten them, not attack or hurt them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;: A friend has a negative attitude about everything. They have difficulty keeping a job, making or keeping friends or enjoying anything about life. You don’t just tell them they have a negative attitude and if you don’t change you won’t have anything to do with them either. You talk to them and attempt to discover &lt;b&gt;WHY&lt;/b&gt; they have such a negative attitude and guide them to overcome it. Now you are doing it for &lt;u&gt;them&lt;/u&gt;. You will probably be amazed at what you learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Over the years, Karen and I have learned to respectfully, calmly confront each other about various issues.  It is not always fun, but the truth is necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So many times I go to Karen with a new idea or something new I’ve learned and sometimes she shoots it down. At first I may get angry, discouraged or resentful, but then God works on me helps me to realize she was right. You see, I have a tendency to write my own scriptures, make up my own statistics and see things only through my eyes. Karen helps me to rethink and open my eyes and even if I don’t want to admit it she is usually right. It’s because of her truth that sharpens me and makes me stronger. My part is I have to listen not only to her but to God. Is it one sided. No! There have been circumstances where I have sharpened her as well. Some think the only thing I have taught her is patience. Sometimes she is the hammer and sometimes I am. I think she gets to hold it more because I’m the one that needs sharpening more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The motivation of the hammer should always be Love. When Jesus confronted, scolded or was direct with someone, you knew it was always for their benefit and not His. If you are using the hammer then it needs to be out of love and nothing else. If someone is using the hammer on you it should be out of love. If you feel the person that is using the hammer on you is not out of love you can always be assured that God will use that hammer for Love to help you grow and sharpen. The Bible gives us so many examples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I don’t know if you’ve heard this song, but it really speaks a lot of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Steel on Steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yt9NcVx01mM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yt9NcVx01mM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-6598145546500118325?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/6598145546500118325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=6598145546500118325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6598145546500118325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6598145546500118325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/11/steel-on-steel.html' title='Steel on Steel'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MOkwrmWzWg/TtVC97fBpJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/M3Qpuva-2RY/s72-c/Steel%2Bon%2BSteel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-4502363426269468229</id><published>2011-11-23T12:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:11:00.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elderly Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKwZ8RY1eYo/Ts03DwnUQLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/rNfPd0wV7B8/s1600/The%2BElder%2BMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKwZ8RY1eYo/Ts03DwnUQLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/rNfPd0wV7B8/s320/The%2BElder%2BMan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678255242913005746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One evening a man and his wife were eating supper and someone knocked at the door. The man went to see who was at the door and an elderly man was at the door. When the man opened the door the elderly man didn’t say a word and just handed the man $100 bill and walked off. The man questioned him as he walked off, but got no answer. He returned inside and told his wife about the peculiar event that just took place. They both were pleased, but confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The next evening the same exact thing happened again. He tried to ask the elderly man why he was doing this and all he would do is smile and walked away. This behavior went on for about 5 years. The couple would sit and wait for his arrival and even had some of their friends come over to witness this blessing they couldn’t understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then one day without warning they were prepared to receive and he never showed up. This puzzled them because the elderly man had been so punctual. They figured he must have had something come up and couldn’t make it. The next evening the same thing happened and then the next.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their imaginations ran wild. What could of happened to the elderly man. Maybe he’s in the hospital or worse, maybe he died. Concern quickly turns into disappointment and eventually into anger. How could he do this to us? Didn’t he know that we have come to depend on this as a part of our livelihood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Months had gone by until one day while he was at the market he saw the elderly man. He ran over to him and asked him what happened to him. He simply answered, “Nothing.” We have been expecting you every evening and you never showed up. We have been worried about you. The elderly man answered, “No, I’m fine and everything is going well.” This angered the man and he explained how they got to depending on this and when he stopped giving it really put them in a mess. He demanded, “How could you have done this to us?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The elderly man explained, “Sir, when I began giving you the money I simply did it because I wanted to and when I quit giving you the money I simply quit giving because I wanted to. It never had anything to do with you or your wife. It was simply my choice. Instead of being grateful for the time of blessing you’ve become bitter over something that started and stopped which you had nothing to do with.” Then the elderly man walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You see, God blesses those who He wants and when He wants. It has nothing to do with how good or bad we are, it’s simply His choice. It could be money, health, talents or abilities. The fact is, it was God’s to give us and His to take away. So why do we get angry instead of praising Him for what He has done and what we have now when it really never belonged to us anyway. I know I have so much to be thankful for and I know I’ve done nothing to deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#0070C0;"  &gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord” Job 1:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-4502363426269468229?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/4502363426269468229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=4502363426269468229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4502363426269468229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4502363426269468229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/11/elderly-man.html' title='The Elderly Man'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKwZ8RY1eYo/Ts03DwnUQLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/rNfPd0wV7B8/s72-c/The%2BElder%2BMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-3668405543387364419</id><published>2011-11-21T08:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:50:24.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOWkbBzFHX0/Tspk384evBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-djOpD8Gu1I/s1600/Rescued.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOWkbBzFHX0/Tspk384evBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-djOpD8Gu1I/s320/Rescued.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677461192652536850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know there are many times in my life that I have been pulled from the fire. You can probably testify to it as well. As I reflect over my past I see a multitude of incidents where I was either snatched from the jaws of death or some kind of personal destruction. I’m not going to give you all my examples, but take a minute and think about your own situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I got to thinking about this the other day I first began to see the physical situations, but then as I continued to think I saw the many times God had rescued me from spiritual destruction. Of course the first one was when I accepted Jesus into my heart. I’m just thankful God chose me and rescued me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; There have been many times I have strayed from the truth, but God was there to rescue me. There have been several times when I believed I was doing the right thing and following truth but then God opened my eyes and snatched me from the trap. Right now in our time that are so many clever traps and it’s so easy to be beguiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If there is one thing I have learned in recent years, if it wasn’t for Jesus walking beside me and guiding me then I would be susceptible to just about everything simply because I can’t see what’s ahead. I don’t mean to be vague, but it is really difficult to put into words. I do know that pride can easily make me fall. This is why we have to hold on tight to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He &lt;b&gt;rescued&lt;/b&gt; me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me. Psalm 18:17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,&lt;br /&gt;Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;&lt;br /&gt;Weep o’er the erring one, lift up the fallen,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;      line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;  Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,&lt;br /&gt;  Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-3668405543387364419?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/3668405543387364419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=3668405543387364419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3668405543387364419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3668405543387364419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/11/rescued.html' title='Rescued'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOWkbBzFHX0/Tspk384evBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-djOpD8Gu1I/s72-c/Rescued.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-5477810827850208145</id><published>2011-11-17T08:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:10:35.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Think!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmP2UE3KdJ4/TsUVjzlI3tI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zDv5j-JoXac/s1600/Dont%2BThink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmP2UE3KdJ4/TsUVjzlI3tI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zDv5j-JoXac/s320/Dont%2BThink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675966610255961810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his advice is often given to people. The culprit behind this philosophy is usually from our enemy satan. You may have heard “Don’t Think, ACT Quickly or Just Do It or maybe it’s just, Take a Chance.” There are maybe a very few situations that call for spontaneity which I do believe in, but there are so many situations that do require deliberation and truth seeking. There is an old saying that says, “Those who want to deal the worst get the worst deal.” I’ve proven that many times in my life. There are many unwed mothers that gave into Don’t Think, Act! &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;The wise watch their steps and avoid evil; &lt;b&gt;fools&lt;/b&gt; are headstrong and reckless. Proverbs 14:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As in all things there is balance. Satan wants to throw everything out of balance and one of those areas is to get people to quit thinking. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Don’t think&lt;/b&gt; about what your government is doing, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;don’t think&lt;/b&gt; about what your church is doing, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;don’t think &lt;/b&gt;about what the schools are teaching our children and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;don’t think &lt;/b&gt;about what the Bible is saying, act on what makes you happy. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course the other side of this coin is, analyze everything to death. Both ways can be dangerous and destructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We live in an age that our minds and lives are so full of clutter that we have little time to ponder the truth of God. There are constant distractions that send our thoughts into many places at one time. As it says in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Psalm 46:10, Be still and know that I am God.&lt;/i&gt; I even noticed that in our churches they seem to work at not losing the momentum in the services and keep us from reflecting on our hearts. I’m not saying they do this purposefully, however it is happening. It’s an old salesman’s game. Don’t give them time to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All I am trying to say is slow down. Don’t get ahead of God and ponder what He’s trying to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-5477810827850208145?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/5477810827850208145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=5477810827850208145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5477810827850208145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5477810827850208145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-think.html' title='Don’t Think!'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmP2UE3KdJ4/TsUVjzlI3tI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zDv5j-JoXac/s72-c/Dont%2BThink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-1758559176570319821</id><published>2011-10-31T12:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:57:50.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where’s the Proof?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QePo3yfPpzQ/Tq7hevxbhMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_FyExT4y0j8/s1600/Where%2Bis%2Bthe%2BProof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QePo3yfPpzQ/Tq7hevxbhMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_FyExT4y0j8/s320/Where%2Bis%2Bthe%2BProof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669716899242149058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Several times in my life I have occasionally fallen into doubt. Questions come over me concerning the reality of God. I know that when we are down heartened and discouraged these feelings come, but when everything is going well or maybe even while I am praying or reading the Bible these thoughts come. Now I know this is harassment by the enemy (demons) trying to throw me off balance. However, the question remains…do I have a response to these doubts or will I let these thoughts burden me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know if you are a living breathing human and no matter if you are a born again believer, attended church all your life or even have a deep relationship with God you have or will be attacked with these questions…Is Jesus really coming back…Does God really exist or is this something we have just accepted without question…Is there really a heaven and hell…Could this be all that there is? These are not questions that have come to me only recently, but they have returned throughout my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So what if these doubts attack us what do we do? Pray harder, read the Bible more, ignore it and hope it goes away, get counseling or just run away? Some of these things may help, but this morning God renewed a truth in me and helped me to see it more clearly than I’ve understood before. Where is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Israel! Just look to Israel and God’s chosen people. The proof will always be there and visible for all of us. Think about it. Why would practically every country in the world want to see Israel destroyed? Why is it that this small piece of real estate is so valuable to so many? Israel is only about the size of East Texas. Why is it that this small country has caused so much attention throughout the world and time? Why did Hitler try to totally eliminate their existence? I could go on and on. Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Satan knows that if he can destroy Israel he can destroy the reality of God and he will continue to do so to the very end. However, I have read ahead and I know this doesn’t happen. Israel has always been a constant source of affirmation of God and irritation to Satan. Satan tried to destroy Jesus and did that ever backfire on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’m not a historian or theologian on Israel, but it’s impossible to deny what’s right in front of me. Israel is not God, but they continue to validate His existence and truth. If you were to conduct a historical study of Israel you’ll see God’s fingerprints everywhere; Not only in the past, but up to this very day. They’re always in the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;America has always been support for Israel and this would explain our bountiful blessing from God. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you. Genesis 12:3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;However, America has been leaning on the edge of removing our support from Israel and if it ever happens all I can say is look out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-1758559176570319821?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/1758559176570319821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=1758559176570319821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/1758559176570319821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/1758559176570319821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/10/wheres-proof.html' title='Where’s the Proof?'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QePo3yfPpzQ/Tq7hevxbhMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_FyExT4y0j8/s72-c/Where%2Bis%2Bthe%2BProof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-6852593608377852782</id><published>2011-10-24T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:58:12.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pi4H6FmWKs/TqVutMjyUfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9aO0H5Q389k/s1600/Lifeline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pi4H6FmWKs/TqVutMjyUfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9aO0H5Q389k/s320/Lifeline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667057428860129778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The other day I was pondering my life and came to the conclusion that I couldn’t believe I had made it as far as I have. Meaning, I can’t believe I’m still alive. I sat in amazement wondering how God could have put up with me for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I also began to think about my past and for so long I thought I understood God, the church, Christianity and the right way of living. Then I thought about how the church, preaching and God just made me feel worthless and like a failure. In guilt I came to believe I must have been God’s greatest disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I remember many times I would go to church camp, revival or seminar and decide within my own will power that this time would be different. (By the way, I have no will power to do what is right, only wrong.) I was going to make further down the road this time. Nothing was going to stop me. I was going to serve the Lord and nothing was getting in my way. No more failure for me. This would last for at least 2 – 4 weeks, then Boom! My spirit was willing, but my flesh was weak. By the way, that’s a false statement. The truth is/was my spirit was weak and my flesh was strong. I didn’t want to walk away from the sinful desires in my life and I was easily influenced to return to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Where did I develop the belief that I was supposed to be perfect? Why didn’t God help me like He said He would in His word? Over the years I came to believe that God wasn’t true to His Word and in my late 30’s I was getting pretty angry at God and everyone else. I’d try blaming everyone that I could. I believed that everyone else had it figured out and I was standing ignorantly out in the cold rain. After years of believing this there was no place for me to go but depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After wallowing around in depression for over a year I was getting close to hitting bottom. I hadn’t hit bottom yet because I still hadn’t ran to God. I was still trying to figure it out on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then God began to lovingly and gently throw me lifelines. He wasn’t pushing me, but was drawing me in to safety. I will never forget His loving gentleness and patience as if I was a skittish, timid, abused puppy. He continued to gracefully and calmly throw me lifelines and led me to a place to release all my hurt and anger and to restore our relationship in truth. All my life I had succumbed to the many lies satan has so carefully weaved into my heart. Now my Lord and God continually removes the lies and is replacing them with Truth. I didn’t learn all the lies overnight nor has God removed them overnight. You see, I had to be broken and flushed out completely before I was willing to look up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Many times I have believed that these lifelines didn’t start occurring until this time in my life, but the truth was that God had been throwing these lines to me all my life. I can’t help but think of this song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Time after time I was searching for peace in some void&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to blame all my ills on this world I was in&lt;br /&gt;Surface relationships used me till I was done in&lt;br /&gt;But all the while someone was begging to free me from sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there all the time&lt;br /&gt;He was there all the time&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently in line&lt;br /&gt;He was there all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Never again will I search for a fake rainbows end&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’ve found the answer my life is just starting to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Sharing each new day with Him is a breath of fresh life&lt;br /&gt;Oh what I've missed He's been waiting right here all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This describes where I was very accurately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You're cheating on God. If all you want is your own way, flirting with the world every chance you get, you end up enemies of God and his way. And do you suppose God doesn't care? The proverb has it that "he's a fiercely jealous lover." And what he gives in love is far better than anything else you'll find. It's common knowledge that "God goes against the willful proud; God gives grace to the willing humble." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So let God work his will in you. Yell a loud no to the Devil and watch him scamper. Say a quiet yes to God and he'll be there in no time. Quit dabbling in sin. Purify your inner life. Quit playing the field. Hit bottom, and cry your eyes out. The fun and games are over. Get serious, really serious. Get down on your knees before the Master; it's the only way you'll get on your feet. James 4:4-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-6852593608377852782?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/6852593608377852782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=6852593608377852782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6852593608377852782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6852593608377852782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifeline.html' title='Lifeline'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pi4H6FmWKs/TqVutMjyUfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9aO0H5Q389k/s72-c/Lifeline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-5883901636513124687</id><published>2011-10-17T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:15:14.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; 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Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="mso-tab-count:8"&gt;                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;1. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;One of the main divisions of a relatively lengthy piece of writing, such as a book, that is usually numbered or titled.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                                                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;A distinct period or sequence of events, as in history or a person's life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’m sure there are many of you are becoming aware of the many chapters that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;have come and gone throughout your life. Those of you who are younger may not have as many chapters in your life; then again some of you may have more than those around my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The healthiest thing I’ve learned to do in recent years is to close chapters in my life and move on. I was notorious for attempting to hold on to everything in my past. I virtually lived in my past. I was afraid to let my past go mostly because I was so afraid of the future or unknown. I wanted to hang on to almost every event as well as hold on to every friend I made. I even felt guilty about letting go because I believed that moving on was saying I didn’t care or I was doing them some sort of injustice. There were many circumstances I held on to simply because I liked to use them for justification just in case I needed them. Once I let go I felt somewhat vulnerable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dy3EiGN_4Y/Tpw4E1BBtVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jsv78Mfcapk/s1600/Chapters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dy3EiGN_4Y/Tpw4E1BBtVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jsv78Mfcapk/s320/Chapters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664464086927258962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; think of a picture of what I looked like spiritually and emotionally this is what I see. (No, I didn’t se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e myself as a woman. This was the only picture I could find.) Naturally I was overwhelmed. Take a minute and think if this might be a picture of you. Are you carrying around stuff tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t’s inhibiting you and your life? If so, then put them down. It’s time to move on to freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There seems to have been many chapters in my life in just the last few years. I’ve attempted to return to some of them, but I was unable to fit in and I couldn’t make it happen. The chapter was simply closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Recently I was a volunteer at an elderly rehab center. (Sort of like a nursing home) I started a new job and had to leave. This was over a month ago and I haven’t returned to visit or anything. I’ve struggled a little with some guilt because I’ve not even had a desire to return. Did I not meet some interesting people or make some friends while I was there? Yes I did. However, I’ve had to accept this chapter is now closed and time to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will never find what I’m looking for in my past. The past is dead and can’t be changed or repaired. It’s gone! The future could be just a detrimental if I choose to live there. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes. Matthew 6:34 &lt;/i&gt;My mother used to say why are you worried about the future? You may be dead before it ever gets here. For some reason or another I took comfort in that thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Are you having difficulty letting go of a past friend, death of a loved one, a job, church, position, children who have strayed or are you ashamed of what you think you’ve become, or what you have done in your past or where you believe you are going? Let go and move on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So am I saying to never remember anything or anyone from your past? No Way! First of all you can’t. It’s mentally impossible unless you get some sort of brain damage. You don’t quit loving or remembering. It’s just a decision to put down the past and turn your desires, thoughts and dreams to God. He is the past, present and future/eternity. He’s not concerned with what was, but with what is&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;But Jesus said unto him, Follow me; and let the dead bury their dead. And when he was entered into a ship, his disciples followed him. &lt;/span&gt;Matthew 8:22-23&lt;/i&gt; Jesus was simply saying, if you want to follow me then get on the boat and leave the past behind. You may want to read the previous verses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is something that came to me several years ago and I try to remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;Learn from the Past – Live in the Present – Hope for the Future/Eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-5883901636513124687?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/5883901636513124687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=5883901636513124687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5883901636513124687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5883901636513124687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapters.html' title='Chapters'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dy3EiGN_4Y/Tpw4E1BBtVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jsv78Mfcapk/s72-c/Chapters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-6972587233891889965</id><published>2011-10-10T10:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T10:44:05.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YS1YUXVZjzY/TpMSgh6wqYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HMpYDNBbyNs/s1600/Freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YS1YUXVZjzY/TpMSgh6wqYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HMpYDNBbyNs/s320/Freedom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661889506604788098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can remember the days when a man’s handshake was his contract and word. It was important to a man to honor his word and to prove his integrity. There were no lawyers, not a 50 page legalese document to sign or vengeful threats. A man’s word was his bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What motivated a person to keep their word in an agreement? It could have been anything to several things. He desired to live a life honorable to God. He had a fear of God. He had a fear of repercussion and consequences. When the world was smaller and people lived in smaller towns their livelihood depended greatly on their integrity and honesty because if word got out (and it would) this person business would have been destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We live in a different world now. Dishonesty, cheating, corruption and lying have become the norm instead of the exception. Many people would choose to lie even though the truth would have been acceptable. Many have no problem laying their hands on a Bible and lying in a court of law. They say you can always tell when a politician is lying. It’s usually when his lips are moving. There are many who will say whatever it takes to get them what they want. If it’s to get elected, make a sale, get her into bed or simply deny something to avoid discipline or conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of the consequences we all have had to pay is to have contracts and legal documents and these are even iffy. Then there are lawyers whose job is to find loop wholes in these contracts. It our “enlightened” society there is many situations that encourage us to do wrong legally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now to bring it down to where we live: Do we cheat on our taxes? If we’re over changed at a store do we make a point to inform the cashier? If we are overpaid at our jobs do we make them aware of it? Do we arrange cash business to lie on our income? Do we flirt with others even though we are married? Do we tell friends the truth when they ask us difficult questions or tell them what they wish to hear? I could go on, but I think you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Bible has become a book of suggestions instead of commandments. People do as they wish because there is no fear of God any longer. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Yes indeed, it is good when you obey the royal law as found in the Scriptures: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” But if you favor some people over others, you are committing a sin. You are guilty of breaking the law. For the person who keeps all of the laws except one is as guilty as a person who has broken all of God’s laws. For the same God who said, “You must not commit adultery,” also said, “You must not murder.” So if you murder someone but do not commit adultery, you have still broken the law. James 2:8-11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The Reward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; There is nothing more powerful and healing than a clear conscience. A clear conscience will grant you health, sleep, peace, genuine love and strength. There will be no more looking over your shoulder and wondering if the ax is going to fall on you. When you see a policeman is doesn’t affect you. When you’re called into the boss’s office you’re not overcome with fear. When you are with your spouse there is no shame or fear. The list is extensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have been guilty of so many and still struggle with some. However, I would not exchange a clear conscience for anything. It is the one of the most powerful and freeing assets anyone could have. It’s another word for FREEDOM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-6972587233891889965?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/6972587233891889965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=6972587233891889965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6972587233891889965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6972587233891889965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YS1YUXVZjzY/TpMSgh6wqYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HMpYDNBbyNs/s72-c/Freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-7430888618928028927</id><published>2011-10-03T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:01:58.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-702LbQnRs1w/TonAMRov8mI/AAAAAAAAATw/7_5AlzGxRZ0/s1600/Heaven.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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What’s it really going to be like? Where is it exactly? Some may have wondered, “Am I gonna be bored?” I have thought that before. What wonders will we see and of course many other questions. Jesus gave us a few physical characteristics of heaven, but there is not a lot of information about heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The greatest mystery of man has always been what lies on the other side of death. Man’s imagination has come up with some amazing opinions and beliefs, but none of those have biblical foundation of any kind. Many believe that this is all there is and once you die that’s it. Whenever I’m watching a war movie seeing hundreds of men dying on both sides of the battle it’s easy to see them just as being dead and not bound for an eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you search “heaven” in Bible Gateway you will find about a hundred scriptures on heaven. However, several of them are referring to the sky, stars and referencing to the place where God resides. There is very little physical description of heaven. In John 14:1-3 there is talk about the mansions Jesus is preparing for us and in Revelation 21:9-14 is probably the most physical description of heaven in the Bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not much of this information really tells us much about heaven. There have been several authors who have written books doing their best to describe heaven, but I believe no matter how much study or effort they apply they will never come close to an accurate description. There have been a few who have died and returned who have attempted to describe heaven and what it’s like on the other side. From what I’ve read they haven’t said anything that I haven’t read in the Bible or heard in church. I can’t help but wonder why God would send someone now back with a message when He wouldn’t allow Paul to say anything and Paul was called up to the third heaven. 2 Corinthians 12:1-2 I believe it’s like trying to explain to a 2 year old toddler mathematical equations and formulas on quantum physics times a million. It can’t be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don’t believe we have the mental or spiritual abilities to fathom the Glory of Heaven. There is not one of us who can fathom what it would be like to be completely set apart and free from sin. We can’t fathom what it would be like to be at total peace and free from hurt and pain. We have to accept there are some things we just can’t understand and “Know” that it’s a place where Jesus is and anticipate the wonders greater that we can imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I do believe as we get older and have suffered many hurts and pains (physical and emotional) we have a greater longing for heaven. Young people don’t usually give eternity much thought simply because they haven’t suffered enough. A few months ago I was listening to some old hymns that were probably from the 1930’s and 40’s. I was intrigued that most of these hymns were about their longing for heaven. This was a time of great suffering in our country and people longed for release. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The physical characteristics of heaven are beyond beauty, but we have a mind that’s limited to enjoying this. I know it’s not one thing or the other, but everything together. I don’t believe I could ever come close to describing or dreaming about the wonders of heaven. Can you imagine what you will be doing a billion years from now? I can’t and it’s sort of a scary thought, but not as scary as hell. The greatest wonder of heaven is that we will be with Jesus forever. I don’t even believe we have the spiritual or mental capacity to understand that now and its importance. However, we will and we have to have faith and rest on this for now. All I know for now is that it’s going to be wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-7430888618928028927?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/7430888618928028927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=7430888618928028927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7430888618928028927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7430888618928028927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/10/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-702LbQnRs1w/TonAMRov8mI/AAAAAAAAATw/7_5AlzGxRZ0/s72-c/Heaven.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-3348620662724324382</id><published>2011-09-26T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:02:24.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Adversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npQuTpsYmnQ/ToCF409p7qI/AAAAAAAAATk/oFZV1Ka2KOo/s1600/Love%2Band%2BAdversity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npQuTpsYmnQ/ToCF409p7qI/AAAAAAAAATk/oFZV1Ka2KOo/s320/Love%2Band%2BAdversity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656668343313755810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Many as well as I have fallen for the lie, “If I love them enough I know they will change.” This is nothing new and we continue to fall for this lie over and over again. If love was all it took to help someone to change, then we would all be perfect because God loves us unconditionally. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;First of all we must define love. Well, it’s has very little to do with emotions and has a lot to do with choice. Second, if we truly love someone we will always want to do what is best for them even if it hurts us and not what makes us feel good. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Many of us would do and give anything to help our children. It doesn’t matter if they are 10, 20 or 30 years old. We would give money we did or didn’t have or go way out of our way or make all kinds of sacrifices. I have to admit the main reasons we do this is because we don’t want to feel bad. My wife said this several years ago and I have to remind myself regularly. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;“Many of us are willing to do anything to help our (Spouse, Child or friend) however, are we willing to do nothing to help them.”&lt;/b&gt; This is the place where we will find genuine love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;It’s hard and it hurts, but we have to look at what’s best for them in the future and permanently not about making them or ourselves feel good for the moment. It’s like giving a heroin addict his fix. It helps him for the moment, but it’s only temporary. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. Romans 8:18&lt;/i&gt; The picture above I think addresses this perfectly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;As much as I hate to admit it, consequences and adversity do more to bring about change in us and others than what we call love. We cannot bargain with sin, we cannot make compromises and we definitely can’t befriend it. I’m afraid the only way sin can be removed from us is like surgery without anesthesia removing a life threatening cancer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;So why don’t we decide to just quit sinning? How I wished it was that easy. As I said it has to be removed from us like a cancer. However, our part is to get on the operating table and let God remove it. The biggest problem is we live in denial or justification and refuse to agree with God that we have a problem. Neither God nor us can help anyone that doesn’t submit and surrender.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-3348620662724324382?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/3348620662724324382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=3348620662724324382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3348620662724324382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3348620662724324382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-and-adversity.html' title='Love and Adversity'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npQuTpsYmnQ/ToCF409p7qI/AAAAAAAAATk/oFZV1Ka2KOo/s72-c/Love%2Band%2BAdversity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-7649876790740020688</id><published>2011-09-26T08:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:50:42.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vry33C_c92w/ToCCal5wOGI/AAAAAAAAATc/XXO35EEe0DA/s1600/Blessed%2BDistractions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Many of them seem so spiritual; however satan sets them in our path to get us off course and change our focus. I’ve seen people get angry and even fighting mad because others refuse to see their point of view. People are not only arguing, but developing groups in association with their beliefs. There are those who would ask you if you are Pre-trib, Mid-trib or Post-tribulation believers. Some of you may not even know what any of these mean. They’re asking, when do you believe Jesus is going to rapture His church? I even argued for pre-trib for a while until I realized it really wasn’t important and it was a distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are those who go round and round over the Gap-Theory. If you don’t know what this is then I won’t tell you because you really don’t need to know because it’s not important and I don’t want to be the cause of any distractions and that’s all it is. I’m sure there are some who have argued if Adam had a belly button or not. There are many more out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I believe some get involved in these things simply because they like controversy or it’s a good way to act spiritual while running from their real issues and sin. I can’t help but think…There is so much God has clearly shown us in His Word so why do we get wrapped up in things that have no definite answers. I have plenty to do. It’s kind of like one of your children working on the lawnmower in the winter when their room needs to be clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If someone ask me if I’m pre, mid or post I tell them that I know Jesus is coming back and when He does really doesn’t matter. We just need to be ready. Many times I get overwhelmed with all that the Bible tells me and I realize that there is no way I can do it and give up. Believe it or not that is the first step in walking with Jesus. When we realize it is above our ability to do this, then Jesus says, “Finally!” Now we’re at a place where He can start living through us. Phil. 4:13 This usually arrives between the ages of 40-50. When we have done all we can do and tried all we can try then we finally surrender to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That was what the Law was for. It was to show us we need help and lots of it. It was not created for us to obtain to make us feel spiritual or to make us feel guilty, worthless or like failures, but to show us we couldn’t do it and our need for Jesus. Jesus consolidated everything for us to help us. This is step 2. It’s in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Matthew 22:37-40. &lt;sup&gt;37&lt;/sup&gt; Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’&lt;sup&gt; 38&lt;/sup&gt; This is the first and greatest commandment. &lt;sup&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt; And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’&lt;sup&gt; 40&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;u&gt;All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you don’t think you love yourself then I would be glad to prove that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:20.0pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-7649876790740020688?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/7649876790740020688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=7649876790740020688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7649876790740020688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7649876790740020688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessed-distractions.html' title='Blessed Distractions'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vry33C_c92w/ToCCal5wOGI/AAAAAAAAATc/XXO35EEe0DA/s72-c/Blessed%2BDistractions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-993872334647799508</id><published>2011-09-19T09:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T10:00:42.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is our Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9yQWUH-ET4/TndY9kamhII/AAAAAAAAATU/2SAH3eedCdI/s1600/Truth%2Bis%2Bour%2BFriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9yQWUH-ET4/TndY9kamhII/AAAAAAAAATU/2SAH3eedCdI/s320/Truth%2Bis%2Bour%2BFriend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654085671957464194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;any years ago on Christmas Eve Karen, Rusty and I flew to her parents for Christmas. Her Dad picked us up at the airport and when we were through celebrating he returned us to the airport and we started for home. Low clouds starting coming in around Mineola so I thought it was best we find a place to land. We landed at the Mineola airport and called a friend to see if he would let us stay the night which he did. The next morning it was a beautiful clear day and we headed back to McKinney to reload and head for Lamesa, Texas. This had always been a dream of mine to fly to Lamesa and “&lt;u&gt;nothing.&lt;/u&gt;” was getting in the way of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Before we left I called flight service to get a report on the weather and to my dismay things weren’t looking good. A cold front was coming in dropping temperatures, snow and the cloud ceiling was around 3000 feet 30 miles to the west of us. I walked outside and looked at the beautiful blue clear sky and figured they had to be wrong. I refused to believe the weather report because I was focused on my desire. We loaded up on the airplane and headed out and would you believe that the weather service was right. When we approached Denton we saw the front coming. I had to make a choice. Turn around, fly on top of the clouds hoping there would be a clear spot to go through when we arrived at Lamesa or fly under it. The ceiling was 3000 feet so I thought I would certainly be safe. So I persisted to go on despite all the warnings. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;When we were over Possum Kingdom Lake we started picking up ice and I got really nervous and decided we needed to find a place to land. I started out for Mineral Wells, but as I was turning around I saw an airport below us. I didn’t know what airport and really didn’t care. I just headed for it quickly as I could. It was Possum Kingdom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;When we landed there was a shack with a heater in it so we camped out there for about an hour or so hoping the temp would rise and we could be on our way. Never did I consider returning home. The temperature finally got a few degrees above freezing so I thought we’d try to make it to Abilene. My navigation was off a little and we actually ended up in Sweetwater which was actually better. We landed there and called my folks and asked them to come get us. I got to thinking that if we could make it to Snyder that would save them a lot of time and it would be a very short flight for us so we agreed for them to get us in Snyder. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Something I soon realized after we left the ground in Sweetwater was that the cloud ceiling had not changed and was around 3200 feet. What I failed to realize is that the ground elevation continued to rise and we could only fly about 200 feet above the ground. At that altitude I knew that it could be very possible to fly into a tower or something. So I thought I’d better be safe and fly the highways to Snyder. (Safe?) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;As we were headed down I20 from that perspective I wasn’t quite sure which exit to take to Snyder so Karen looked down and read the exit sign to Snyder and she said, “Snyder, that way.” So I took the exit following the road, every curve and bend because I wanted to be “safe.” I remember passing cars on the highway doing about 170 mph. Finally we saw Snyder and I had to leave the safety of the road to head for the airport, landed and parked the plane. Then we waited for my folks to arrive. I was exhausted! I think I finally quit shaking about half way to Lamesa. When we got to Lamesa it was cold and foggy. I am so glad I didn’t try to get all the way there. That was the first smart thing I did all day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I could only stay a couple of days because I had to get back to work. The only problem it was snowing so I had to fly back on Southwest. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I now know and even then I might have realized after the fact that this was an incredibly stupid and dangerous event that I not only put myself in, but my wife and son. Maybe you haven’t done this, but I would bet you have done something similar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;There were several errors I made that day and they didn’t start with the flight. They actually started several years ago when I was a teenager. Every summer I tried to get a job at the Lamesa airport. Of course, I never did because there really wasn’t anything to do there. I used to go out there trying to watch airplanes fly and dream of being a pilot flying in and out of that airport. Once I got my pilot’s license that had become my focus for a long time. I thought the day had come for me to fulfill my dream, but it hadn’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;My dream had turned from a dream to a determination and obsession. Nothing was going to get in my way, not even God. He taught me different. Have you ever had this kind of obsession and everywhere you turned you ran into a locked door or road block? I should have learned from this, but through my life I have tried to force myself through many doors. There are times when we need to try door after door and keep searching, but there are many times when we need to pull back and ask God what He wants.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Many think God’s Word is about rules and regulations when in reality it’s warnings and danger signs. It’s Truth! When we get so caught up in the many lies in our life as well as the many that are being fed to us, it’s so refreshing to know that our Lord deals only in truth. However, just like I ignored all the warning signs the trip could have ended in disaster. How many interpret the Bible as don’t do what you like and do the things you don’t like. For many years my life was full of disasters because I didn’t heed the warning signs. The first step is learning the warning signs. The only person at fault was mine because I didn’t learn the warning signs or refused to listen to them. Such as, “Highly Explosive: Handle with Care!!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;This story is about arrogant youth, but also pride. I was determined to get my way even if it killed me. Fortunately my loving Father had mercy on me and protected us even though I didn’t deserve it and got us there and back safely. I wonder sometimes if Karen and Rusty wouldn’t have been in the plane God wouldn’t have let me crash. It reminds me about a man who was on a commercial plane and was real nervous. The passenger tried to assure him that if it was not your time to die it didn’t matter where you were at. He said, “Yeah, but what if it’s not my time but it’s the pilot’s time to die?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.” As it is, you boast in your arrogant schemes. All such boasting is evil. If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do and doesn’t do it, it is sin for them. James 4:13-17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I’m learning that God will allow us to have certain things in our life, but it is always based on His timing and not ours. A year or so later after this event I had to fly to Amarillo on commercial and pick up an airplane and take it back to McKinney. When we were flying in to Amarillo I noticed we had to dodge several thunderstorms getting in. I wasn’t too keen on flying back knowing had this to look forward to. The man who picked me up felt it would be wise for me to stay overnight. I had a wonderful idea and told him I would fly down to Lamesa and stay overnight there and head back in the morning. I didn’t get very far before I ran into another line of thunderstorms and had to turn around and go back. So I spent the night in Amarillo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I really began to think that God wasn’t ever going to let me fly into Lamesa so I had finally let this desire go. One time when we were visiting in Lamesa there a man I used to work for really loved flying and asked me if I would take him flying. I told him I’d love to, but there were no airplanes in Lamesa to rent. So we went to Midland and he rented a plane for us and guess what, “I got to fly into Lamesa and land.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“For my thoughts are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; thoughts, neither are &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;ways&lt;/b&gt; my &lt;b&gt;ways&lt;/b&gt;,” declares the LORD. Isaiah 55:8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-993872334647799508?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/993872334647799508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=993872334647799508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/993872334647799508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/993872334647799508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/09/truth-is-our-friend.html' title='Truth is our Friend'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9yQWUH-ET4/TndY9kamhII/AAAAAAAAATU/2SAH3eedCdI/s72-c/Truth%2Bis%2Bour%2BFriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-2499027113377958922</id><published>2011-09-12T15:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:48:39.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euMjqkAz2P8/Tm5v6jOA63I/AAAAAAAAATM/L9eRj1FWF6A/s1600/From%2Bthe%2BHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euMjqkAz2P8/Tm5v6jOA63I/AAAAAAAAATM/L9eRj1FWF6A/s320/From%2Bthe%2BHeart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651577634073668466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;’ve been writing Bus Stops for 3 years now this September. What I’ve written about has been situations that I’ve struggled with presently or throughout my life. I’ve always tried to write straight from my heart and based on what God has to say about these circumstances in His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I don’t write these just for venting and expressing my opinion, but to share my failures and successes in hopes that you might find some answers as well from my experiences. I know that sometimes a certain one doesn’t apply to you, but the next one may.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;This last week I have been trying to write and nothing happened. Usually when I write they just flow and are completed within 15 - 30 minutes. The reason I believe I’m struggling now is my heart has been empty. It’s been full of cynicism, apathy and a feeling of what’s the use. I’ve wrestled with the fear of disappointment all my life. So I fall into a belief that if I don’t try and can’t be disappointed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Now I know all of this is a lie and nonsense. Nevertheless I sometimes do get overwhelmed with these feelings. Sometimes scriptures like Jeremiah 29:11 or Philippians 4:13 just make me angry instead of encouraged. Do any of you feel like this sometimes?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I’ve heard these verses used like catch phrases in a motivational seminar. If that is the way they are taught then that’s all they’ll ever be. All of God’s word cannot be interpreted in the mind, but only through our hearts. There are verses I’ve known since I was young that had no meaning until one day God spoke to me in a certain situation revealing in my heart a particular verse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I know that God doesn’t work in the area of feelings, but only in the area of truth. Just because I feel a certain way rarely has nothing to do with the truth. There are many who have made a religion from following their feelings. That’s why I have to deny the lies of satan and return to the truth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;There are certain lies in our life that satan continues to perpetuate over and over. Why? Because they work! However, each time we deny those lies and move on we grow a little further away from them and closer to the truth. I know I feel really stupid each time I’m sucked into these negative tapes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;The only escape I’ve ever found is to believe the truth whether I feel in or not. If we believe the lie then we will begin to behave in that way. So why do we believe the lie? Simply because it’s easier. I know I’ve used this verse before and I know that I will use it again, but it is so true. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:32&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-2499027113377958922?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/2499027113377958922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=2499027113377958922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/2499027113377958922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/2499027113377958922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-heart.html' title='From the Heart'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euMjqkAz2P8/Tm5v6jOA63I/AAAAAAAAATM/L9eRj1FWF6A/s72-c/From%2Bthe%2BHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-4331865461705286780</id><published>2011-09-05T08:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:04:15.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progressive Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ily2zmTs2jE/TmTWjzV2jkI/AAAAAAAAATE/w94RO4gfYzM/s1600/Progressive%2BSin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ily2zmTs2jE/TmTWjzV2jkI/AAAAAAAAATE/w94RO4gfYzM/s320/Progressive%2BSin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648875743195074114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ecently one of the courses my wife had in school was investigative accounting. In other words, it was learning how to catch the embezzler among other things. It was interesting to me how most if not all situations were similar. The culprit would borrow $20 out of petty cash in desperation to pay for something and then they would return it in a few days or weeks. No one would even notice and so this would be the beginning of much more to come. Being the accountant or bookkeeper of the business they started discovering new ways to borrow/embezzle/steal money by simply changing things in their books. At first they always had “good intentions” of returning the money until they realized they had stolen over half a million dollars. Then they couldn’t find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Through all of this they somehow discovered justifications for every dime they took. Even when they bought their daughter a new car, needed a boat, new clothes or paid their son’s tuition through college and anything else they just had to have. Eventually they are always caught and faced with pay it back or jail time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is progressive sin and we are all guilty of it, maybe not to that extreme, but guilty. It may be a bite of ice cream, glance at a dirty picture, or one little lie and so on. I remember when I was in high school I would cut class. The next day I would sweat the entire day wondering when I was going to get called to the principal’s office. If I didn’t get in trouble for several days then I would try it again and again until I got busted. After everything cooled off the process would start all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In my experience falling into sin is not a cliff or a fireman’s pole, but more of a spiraling staircase. One step at a time. This is how Satan tempts us to commit sin is by nudging us little by little until it’s too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The chronic gambler, serial killer, rapist, or burglar started out one step at a time. If they weren’t discovered, then they would attempt it again and again. I would hope that none of you struggle with any of these things. However, we all struggle with something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The bottom line and the main point I’d like to make is the reason most people choose to do right has nothing to do with moral beliefs or integrity, but fear of getting caught. It’s like when our parents caught us doing something wrong we weren’t upset at what we did as much as were about getting caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I believe I said in a previous Bus Stop if you wanted to see the full depravity of man all we would have to do is do away with the laws for 3 days. No one have to answer for anything they did during these 3 days. I think we would all be amazed of what we saw. It’s already happened in many countries, especially during war time. The Nazi forces could do whatever they wished; rape, pillage and murder with no consequence for anything they did. The Japanese did the same thing during WWII as well as Saddam Hussein and his sons and many, many more. They had no law or were above the law. Of course, there is consequence eventually. We know how it ended for all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Then when lust has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and when sin is accomplished, it brings forth death. James 1:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-4331865461705286780?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/4331865461705286780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=4331865461705286780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4331865461705286780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4331865461705286780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/09/progressive-sin.html' title='Progressive Sin'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ily2zmTs2jE/TmTWjzV2jkI/AAAAAAAAATE/w94RO4gfYzM/s72-c/Progressive%2BSin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-5884299277250801680</id><published>2011-08-29T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:18:17.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Over It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTcMAgAOIC8/Tluff7JznwI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ypCXZXEQ4y4/s1600/Get%2BOver%2BIt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTcMAgAOIC8/Tluff7JznwI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ypCXZXEQ4y4/s320/Get%2BOver%2BIt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646281928642633474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You’re a marine and you just landed on Omaha Beach. Bullets are flying all around you as well as bombs exploding all around. As you are lying down under cover, the sergeant yells, “Move out!” However, you stay right where you are. The sergeant comes over to you and asks, “What’s wrong private?” You tell him, “I just feel like I’m not supposed to be here and I want to go home.” Immediately the sergeant calls the company psychologist over to help you work through your problems. NO! He would tell you to get your butt moving, because if you don’t soon you’re not going to feel anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is where I lived for many years, stuck and not going anywhere while bombs were exploding all around me. I was afraid to move forward and was always looking to the past for comfort. Even though my past had many hardships there were no surprises there. I was stuck in my comfort zone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The other day I got to thinking about the veterans of WWII and the horrors they were exposed to and the tragic things they witnessed. When they came home they fell right back into civilian life leaving the war behind. They got jobs, went back to the farm and worked, got married and raised families. My dad was in the worst part of the war. He was in the infantry that was a part of the Normandy invasion. He almost froze to death during the Battle of the Bulge. I would have never even known my dad was in the war except he told me. He as well as many of the veterans rarely talked about it. I wasn’t that interested back then, but oh how I wished I could ask him many questions now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;During Vietnam and now you have many soldiers that come back with PTSD (Post-traumatic Stress Disorder). Why? I asked an old WWII veteran what his thoughts were concerning this. He said that during WWII they knew their purpose and why they were there. There were fronts and they knew who they were fighting. In the other wars everything is not as defined and they see no purpose. Maybe they do at the beginning, but they see no end. Do you realize we been over in Iraq and Afghanistan for almost 10 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don’t know if this is the reason or not, but the main difference I see is the WWII veterans moved on. If we live in the past we get stale, bitter and stagnate. Many don’t want to move on because it gives them excuses and justification to do the things they want to do. As long as we blame the course of our lives on past circumstances, such as parents, abuse, hardships and hurts of all kinds we will be stuck and never mature. It’s time to GET OVER IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:12-14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’ve attached an Eagles song and/or lyrics that I feel is appropriate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lyrics - &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Eagles%20Lyrics/Get%20Over%20It%20Lyrics.html"&gt;http://www.lyrics007.com/Eagles%20Lyrics/Get%20Over%20It%20Lyrics.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Song&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kslHr7_9Zac"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kslHr7_9Zac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-5884299277250801680?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/5884299277250801680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=5884299277250801680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5884299277250801680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5884299277250801680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/08/get-over-it.html' title='Get Over It!'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTcMAgAOIC8/Tluff7JznwI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ypCXZXEQ4y4/s72-c/Get%2BOver%2BIt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-5916081024602220631</id><published>2011-08-25T10:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:04:45.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Reality?</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/-BnradXLlpVQ/TlZkParLa9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/NQkiwkWYNrs/s1600/What%2Bis%2BReality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnradXLlpVQ/TlZkParLa9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/NQkiwkWYNrs/s320/What%2Bis%2BReality.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644809398976736210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is a fairly broad question for many people. Some believe what they can see and hear is reality while others believe in many alternate realities. It’s really sad when those who believe this is all there is and all that will ever be. When you die you go to the dirt and that’s all there is. This is why so many are driven by money and materialism. They think there is only one shot and they are going to get all they can and enjoy life to the fullest.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt; “What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?” Matthew 16:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the last few years my body has been falling apart. Every time I turn around it seems like something else is going wrong. If I believed this was all there was, then I would probably fall into a very serious depression or do some really crazy things. I know this body is only temporary and one day I will be free of this confinement. I work with some elderly people and it makes me feel fortunate that I don’t have as many issues as they have now, but it’s not enough. It’s a glorious thought when I know this is not reality. Eternity is reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’m amazed even at myself when I’ve invested so much into the secular life. I know we have to provide a living and there are certain rules of our natural lives we have to follow, but to become committed to this life believing that this is all there is. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” James 4:14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The truth is that God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit are the reality and everything else is fantasy. When we become absorbed into this world it only stands to reason that it takes so little to crush us. Any type of hardship or adversity sends us into a tailspin. This is why alcohol, drugs and other man made devices are so popular. If I believed this was all there was I would be tempted to the same devices. Psychiatrist, psychologist, counselors and doctors are having a field day with people who put their all they are into this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-5916081024602220631?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/5916081024602220631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=5916081024602220631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5916081024602220631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5916081024602220631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-is-reality.html' title='What is Reality?'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnradXLlpVQ/TlZkParLa9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/NQkiwkWYNrs/s72-c/What%2Bis%2BReality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-7019805165451924676</id><published>2011-08-24T09:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:11:07.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2BQDejIvmE/TlUGHPBBhoI/AAAAAAAAASs/Zzhf1GePw2Y/s1600/Time%2Bto%2BGrow%2BUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2BQDejIvmE/TlUGHPBBhoI/AAAAAAAAASs/Zzhf1GePw2Y/s320/Time%2Bto%2BGrow%2BUp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644424429338461826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I think back to the vacations that we as a family went on when the children were young I wonder how Karen and I survived. As much fun as we had and the experiences I also remember, the fights in the back seat, are we there yet, noise, and I need to go to potty. I’m sure you had your own special situations. Not only did you experience these situations on vacations, but also in other places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Even though we enjoy our children so much when they are infants and we may even made the remark, “I wished they would stay this way forever.” We know this isn’t a true statement. After many sleepless nights of feeding and changing diapers we are ready to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;By the time they are teenagers we are looking for the light at the end of the tunnel awaiting graduation and having peace and control over our house again. When we realize this is not the light we hoped for, then death starts becoming attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now imagine that your children never grew up and never matured. It really doesn’t matter what age. It could be 0 – 18 and this is not a place any of us wished they would stay. If you do wish for this then you need to take a look at yourself. If our children never matured you would probably see more suicides and murders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have come across many adults that are stuck in their childhood and never matured. They are extremely dangerous to themselves and others. Like a 4 year old with a loaded pistol. They are everywhere, in our churches, our jobs and in our government. They get married, appointed to high positions, managers of business and leaders in our churches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;These people moan, groan and complain and are full of themselves. They are also very gullible and can be drawn to disaster. There are predators out there that prey on these people, by taking advantage of them by conning them out of their money, drawing them into cults and leading them easily from the path of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If we refuse to grow up and open our eyes to God’s truth, then we can very likely be the next victims. We may not have a choice about birth, but we are responsible to grow up. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“No prolonged infancies among us, please. We'll not tolerate babes in the woods, small children who are an easy mark for impostors. God wants us to grow up, to know the whole truth and tell it in love—like Christ in everything. We take our lead from Christ, who is the source of everything we do. He keeps us in step with each other. His very breath and blood flow through us, nourishing us so that we will grow up healthy in God, robust in love.” Ephesians 4:14-16 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-7019805165451924676?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/7019805165451924676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=7019805165451924676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7019805165451924676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7019805165451924676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-to-grow-up.html' title='Time to Grow Up'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2BQDejIvmE/TlUGHPBBhoI/AAAAAAAAASs/Zzhf1GePw2Y/s72-c/Time%2Bto%2BGrow%2BUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-2984986287664643446</id><published>2011-08-01T14:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:05:55.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; 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cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwz-q8nf8iI/Tjb40UwL3uI/AAAAAAAAASk/Efb5p_rEnH0/s320/ten%2Bcommandments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635965561508454114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;'&lt;i&gt;You shall have no other gods before Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' Isn’t it&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt; possible that God goes by many names and to believe your God is the only one is arrogant. I believe that science is the modern answer to all questions. I believe God was a creation of man to help him deal with life’s problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;'&lt;i&gt;You shall not make for yourself a carved image--any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt; If people need something tangible to look at or some kind of pendant to help them then it’s not necessarily idol worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;'&lt;i&gt;You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt;' I know you don’t really mean what you are saying, it just helps you to express your feelings better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;: '&lt;i&gt;Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt; If you have to work six days a week then you deserve to live it up on your day off and why should you have to spend this time sitting in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;FIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;: '&lt;i&gt;Honor your father and your mother.&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt; Only if they deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;SIX&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;'&lt;i&gt;You shall not murder.&lt;/i&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt;This is what makes you a good person. However, if you do, make sure you have a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;'&lt;i&gt;You shall not commit adultery.&lt;/i&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt;You’re only human and I know you have needs. Get divorced first is the best way to handle this, but who am I to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;EIGHT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;: '&lt;i&gt;You shall not steal.&lt;/i&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt;It’s not really stealing if someone accidentally gives you too much change or if you find it. Consider it a blessing from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;NINE&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;'&lt;i&gt;You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt; Lying is a natural part of life and we are all guilty so who am I to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;TEN&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;'&lt;i&gt;You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor's.&lt;/i&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222222;"&gt;We all need to have dreams and I don’t see anything wrong with having a dream to do better for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We always have to remember it has nothing to do with our interpretations or personal beliefs. We can distort the truth and rearrange it to our liking, but in the end the only thing that really matters is the real truth and what God thinks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;You do well when you complete the Royal Rule of the Scriptures: "Love others as you love yourself." But if you play up to these so-called important people, you go against the Rule and stand convicted by it. You can't pick and choose in these things, specializing in keeping one or two things in God's law and ignoring others. The same God who said, "Don't commit adultery," also said, "Don't murder." If you don't commit adultery but go ahead and murder, do you think your non-adultery will cancel out your murder? No, you're a murderer, period. James 2:8-11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-2984986287664643446?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/2984986287664643446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=2984986287664643446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/2984986287664643446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/2984986287664643446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-and-improved.html' title=''/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwz-q8nf8iI/Tjb40UwL3uI/AAAAAAAAASk/Efb5p_rEnH0/s72-c/ten%2Bcommandments.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-806503947927899289</id><published>2011-08-01T13:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:01:59.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Justification</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI_7dbCQFX4/Tjb37H_5LTI/AAAAAAAAASc/1KZc9OS_9_A/s1600/A%2BLittle%2BJustification.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI_7dbCQFX4/Tjb37H_5LTI/AAAAAAAAASc/1KZc9OS_9_A/s320/A%2BLittle%2BJustification.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635964578832133426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Plantagenet Cherokee&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It has been said that diet drinks make you gain weight. Think about it. Have you ever seen a skinny person drinking diet drinks? I don’t know if there is a physiological result in this, but I know there is a psychological reason behind it. A diet drink will make a person feel justified in eating more because they believe that the diet drink balances the food they eat, but they keep gaining weight. It’s the sin nature in us that makes us think this way&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;. A little leaven leavens the whole lump. Galatians 5:9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Plantagenet Cherokee&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It continues to amaze me how little justification we need to sin. If we don’t have the justification, then we seek it. There are people who feel justified to steal from where they work because they feel they should be making more money. There are men and women who look for faults in their spouse to justify having an affair and there are many who continue to blame their parents so they can justify the shape their life is in. These are just a few examples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Plantagenet Cherokee&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Instead of trying to justify our sin and behavior we need to just admit to God that we’ve have sinned and we are sinners. We can’t do this only with the mouth, but we have to confess from our hearts. That’s the difficult part. It’s no different as telling a sibling to apologize to their sister/brother for hitting them and they say, “Sorry.” You know they didn’t mean it and it didn’t come from their heart&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;For with the heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt; one believes unto righteousness, and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. Romans 10:10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Plantagenet Cherokee&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God will not get serious with us until we get serious we Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12.0pt;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-806503947927899289?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/806503947927899289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=806503947927899289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/806503947927899289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/806503947927899289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-justification.html' title='A Little Justification'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI_7dbCQFX4/Tjb37H_5LTI/AAAAAAAAASc/1KZc9OS_9_A/s72-c/A%2BLittle%2BJustification.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-1616249796411339751</id><published>2011-08-01T13:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:52:51.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compartmentalization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CUecxlNep8/Tjb1RJAguEI/AAAAAAAAASU/3WoTfAi3iHs/s1600/Compartmentalization.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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I am too. It’s a word I learned a few years ago and I think I’m just starting to understand it. We may not know it, but we all compartmentalize. We put sections of our life in different categories and arranged them in order of priority. Such as: Family, job, finances, recreation and entertainment, friends, house and car maintenance and church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;For the most part this is wise unless our priorities get out of order. Our job should never come before our family. I know there are circumstances when it may be necessary because without a job it’s difficult to support your family. Our entertainment and wants should never come before out finances. That’s called responsibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;We never need to make our family our job or even recreation a job. What about church? Going to church and doing things at the church should be an area in our compartments. Remember the church isn’t our life; it’s somewhere we go for learning and worshipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;However, our Christian faith and Jesus should not only be a part of our church responsibility. Our faith should encompass all areas of our lives. Our Christian faith should be our life and go wherever we go with the Holy Spirit leading us and influencing us along our path with our family, job, finances, our recreation and so on. I’ve seen too many combine their Christian life only with church and they take it off as soon as they walk out the door. Christianity is not something we do, but what we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I think this is what King Solomon was saying here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;There's an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt; &lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A right time for birth and another for death,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to plant and another to reap,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to kill and another to heal,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to destroy and another to construct,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to cry and another to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to lament and another to cheer,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to make love and another to abstain,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to embrace and another to part,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to search and another to count your losses,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to hold on and another to let go,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to rip out and another to mend,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to shut up and another to speak up,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to love and another to hate,&lt;br /&gt;  A right time to wage war and another to make peace. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12.0pt;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-size:12.0pt;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12.0pt;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12.0pt;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-size:12.0pt;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-1616249796411339751?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/1616249796411339751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=1616249796411339751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/1616249796411339751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/1616249796411339751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/08/compartmentalization.html' title='Compartmentalization'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CUecxlNep8/Tjb1RJAguEI/AAAAAAAAASU/3WoTfAi3iHs/s72-c/Compartmentalization.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-7266879738964030288</id><published>2011-08-01T13:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:36:17.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Need for Justice</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/-Gb09vsTCG6g/Tjbxs-o9UmI/AAAAAAAAASM/OBmKVHPiiOo/s1600/Our%2BNeed%2Bfor%2BJustice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb09vsTCG6g/Tjbxs-o9UmI/AAAAAAAAASM/OBmKVHPiiOo/s320/Our%2BNeed%2Bfor%2BJustice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635957738732081762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Planted deep within all of us is a need for justice. I know many of you have seen movies that create a desire for us to see the villain get what’s coming to him in the end. They usually have him die some horrific death to please the audience. If he escapes, then it leaves us with an emptiness and anger. It could also mean there is going to be a sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; In real life I know there are stories of someone being arrested of a horrible crime such as raping and murdering a little girl. They have indisputable evidence, but it becomes inadmissible because they misspelled his name on the arrest form. I don’t know of a specific situation at this time, but I know it has happened. Many despicable people have been released due to crooked judges. This is where vigilantes come from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; I recently watched the documentary called Auschwitz. Auschwitz was one of the major death camps of WWII. The horrors there were unprecedented. Rudolf Hess was the commandant of this camp. He testified that over 3 million people (mostly Jews) were executed there. They were executed for no other reason than for being a Jew. After he was hanged for his war crimes one man said, “It really doesn’t seem to be much justice. One man for 3 million.” Cowards like Adolf Hitler took their own lives so they didn’t have to face judgment. This infuriated many people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; The one thing we have to remember is NO ONE escapes judgment. Some may escape it while on this earth, but all of us will stand before God. For those in Christ will stand judgment at the Judgment Seat of Christ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“But why do you judge your brother? Or why do you show contempt for your brother? For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ. For it is written:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;“ As&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;I live, says the LORD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;Every knee shall bow to Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;And every tongue shall confess to God.”&lt;/span&gt; So then each of us shall give account of himself to God. Therefore let us not judge one another anymore, but rather resolve this, not to put a stumbling block or a cause to fall in &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; brother’s way.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Romans 14:10-13&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those without Christ will stand before The Great White Throne Judgment. I pray that none of you are in the latter. There will not be any greater horrifying judgment than this ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Then I saw a great white throne and Him who sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away. And there was found no place for them. &lt;sup&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; And anyone not found written in the Book of Life was cast into the lake of fire. Revelation 20:11 &amp;amp; 15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; There has always been injustice in this world we live in. The greatest injustice ever was when they crucified Jesus. A perfect man, who never committed a sin, loved all and was mutilated for our sins. I’m so grateful He did this for me, but not how He had to do it for me. Our need for justice I believe is something that God implanted within all of us and someday we will all see perfect justice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-7266879738964030288?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/7266879738964030288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=7266879738964030288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7266879738964030288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7266879738964030288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-need-for-justice.html' title='Our Need for Justice'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb09vsTCG6g/Tjbxs-o9UmI/AAAAAAAAASM/OBmKVHPiiOo/s72-c/Our%2BNeed%2Bfor%2BJustice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-2969299559048781330</id><published>2011-06-14T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:52:57.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Blocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4Bijyg0tCk/Tfefu9ivkGI/AAAAAAAAASE/U4BeAIWykps/s1600/bn267135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4Bijyg0tCk/Tfefu9ivkGI/AAAAAAAAASE/U4BeAIWykps/s320/bn267135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618134689311068258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know many of you will find this hard to believe, but many years ago I was young I was stupid. The only difference now is that I’m old and stupid. I guess the word stupid is a little harsh, but what I really mean is that I did a lot of foolish things. At the time in my youth I actually believed what I was doing even though it was wrong. Today as I look back I can see the errors, however it took years of growth to see these things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;There hasn’t been anyone ever who has escaped their own delusions. You will see people standing and protesting beliefs and they truly believe in their hearts they are doing the right thing. This is very normal or human. We do have a choice as we grow older and that is to weigh our beliefs with God’s teaching and be willing to allow God to change our hearts to seek truth and admit when we are wrong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;There has probably never been a teenager that hasn’t made the remark, “Times have changed and your old archaic beliefs don’t apply anymore.” There are many people who sacrifice themselves for their religions and their beliefs and they couldn’t have done this if they didn’t truly believe in what they were doing. If Kamikaze pilots flew more than one mission then there is a good chance that their belief wasn’t very strong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I am still amazed when I do here there are a few out there that do have convictions and principles. A friend just called me concerned because her daughter had to stand alone because of her convictions and principles. This is difficult for anyone and especially a teenage girl. This girl is a beautiful young lady on the cheerleading squad. I know at that age I couldn’t have taken the risk of losing friends because of my beliefs. I salute her and those like her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I think back to some of my crazy thinking and beliefs and wonder how I could have been so wrong. Why didn’t God reveal these things earlier in my life and why does He hold out on me now. The short and the long of it is I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t come to the place in my life where I could understand. It’s the same principle as trying to teach a 4 year old calculus. There are stepping stones to understanding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;When Jesus was teaching His disciples as the journeyed together, several times He had to repeat the teachings and they still looked at Him blanked faced. His teaching was so opposite in their natural beliefs. It was much later and after His death and resurrection that several of His teachings were starting to be revealed and fall into place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;God still reveals things to me that I thought I had learned 20 years ago and I still have so much to learn. I have to learn to not worry and fret about when. I just need to continue to seek and when I am ready and He is ready, God will let me know. If a child doesn’t go to school and begin the building blocks of learning, then they will never understand the greater things and will not be prepared for the life that’s ahead of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-2969299559048781330?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/2969299559048781330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=2969299559048781330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/2969299559048781330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/2969299559048781330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/06/building-blocks.html' title='Building Blocks'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4Bijyg0tCk/Tfefu9ivkGI/AAAAAAAAASE/U4BeAIWykps/s72-c/bn267135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-4572784855770469871</id><published>2011-05-30T12:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:17:50.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xETXE7Mou8/TePQumV2DvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LkyJ0Zg9mm8/s1600/Power%2Bof%2BDesire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xETXE7Mou8/TePQumV2DvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LkyJ0Zg9mm8/s320/Power%2Bof%2BDesire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612559059618500338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s taken me many years to understand this one principle and I wished I would have understood it so much sooner. It could have saved me a lot of grief and confusion to see this one principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Power of Desire” is so strong and it’s deeply rooted in our basic nature of sin. There is no one with magic words that will change the course of our intent if the intent has totally consumed us with getting our way. Only God can intervene and protect us from following through. The strongest of these I’m sure you know: Food, Sex, Alcohol, Drugs Tobacco. These are the most difficult because they are intertwined with bodily or physical pleasure and immediate gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Have you ever got mad at God because He stood in the way of a sinful desire you wanted so much. I have&lt;i style=""&gt;. “Then, when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, brings forth death.” James 1:15 &lt;/i&gt;This is simply saying that if we fulfill our sinful desire then we have some horrible consequences down the road.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; In Luke 22:51-52 talks about when Jesus was arrested and Peter grabbed a sword and took a swing at the guard and cut off his ear. Immediately Jesus reached down, took the ear, placed it back on the man and healed it. You would think these people would have second thoughts about going through with their plans. It didn’t sway their purpose at all. Then later on the Jews were so adamant about crucifying Jesus. Nothing, absolutely nothing was going to get in their way of going ahead with their plans. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Jesus didn’t try to defend Himself in this kangaroo court because He knew it was a waste of time and words. The people had made up their minds and no one could change them. Still we have to remember that they didn’t take the life of Jesus, He gave His life. As He said earlier, &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;“Don’t you know that I could call for 12 legions of angels and they would come and rescue me?” Matthew 25:53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Jesus was completely innocent of all charges and then the Jews spoke some of the most horrifying words in history. And all the people answered and said, “&lt;b style=""&gt;Let&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;His blood &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; on us and on our children&lt;/b&gt;.” Matthew 27:25 I believe this is why the Jews have had so much pain and hardship throughout history. Remember the holocaust. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; So how does this apply to my everyday life? Be on guard and not allow yourself to become obsessed with anything such as a person, place or thing. Once the obsession has taken over it’s very difficult to turn back without God’s intervention.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I have had several people approach me wanting me to talk to someone and see if I could help them to change their destructive life pattern. Many years ago this would appeal to my ego and I would arrogantly try to persuade them Of course it never worked. Now if anyone approaches me I know there is only one thing I can do and that’s pray for them. There is no one, no matter how clever they are and good with words can change their mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All throughout the Bible it mentions several similar statements: Don’t waste wisdom on fools, don’t cast pearls before swine and so on. People that aren’t listening can’t hear. It’s that simple. Sounds like a teenager huh? If by chance I was to say anything that someone heard I know that it was God and not me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It’s been said that the only person’s mind you can change is your own. This is not true once we become obsessed with a desire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-4572784855770469871?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/4572784855770469871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=4572784855770469871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4572784855770469871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4572784855770469871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/05/power-of-desire.html' title='Power of Desire'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xETXE7Mou8/TePQumV2DvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LkyJ0Zg9mm8/s72-c/Power%2Bof%2BDesire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-5639160427286104509</id><published>2011-05-24T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T10:13:01.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Honor and Serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmZUcm1CgUQ/TdvK24liTTI/AAAAAAAAARw/E9cmVe81nQE/s1600/To%2BHonor%2Band%2BServe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmZUcm1CgUQ/TdvK24liTTI/AAAAAAAAARw/E9cmVe81nQE/s320/To%2BHonor%2Band%2BServe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610300805071654194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you know that Karen (my wife) is in China right now. After flying out of Dallas they headed for New Jersey for a layover. During the flight Karen got up and her knee went out. She has been having difficulties with it everyday that she has been there. I couldn’t help but wonder what God was up to because I knew He was going to do something great and teach her some really cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I learned this morning God was not only teaching her, but me as well. The Chinese students have been wonderful to her. They have been pushing her around in a wheel chair, helping her upstairs and more or less pampering her. I told her to sit back and enjoy it. God was showing her how much He loves and cares for her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The story she told me this morning really touched my heart and convicted me as well. They went to see The Great Wall this morning and she was unable to climb the steps required to go to a certain area. So she just sat down and waited on everyone else. One of the female (Chinese) students stayed with her. Her name was Betty. (American name) Betty had never actually seen the Great Wall. She only lived a couple of hours away and has never seen it herself. Karen told her to go on, but she refused and said she was staying with her. Karen told her she didn’t want her to miss out, but Becky explained to her that it was an honor and a privilege to be with her. Wow!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; How many times have we denied ourselves a possible a once in a lifetime experience to minister to the needs of another? If we did, then we probably would have resented it, got mad at God and the person we helped. They made us miss a very important engagement like going to the movies, late for a meal or missing a TV show. This is really preaching at me. The other side of the coin is if we did something selfless we became so proud of ourselves we made our arm sore from patting ourselves on the back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Of course in everything there is balance. We can’t constantly miss engagements and appointments because we are ministering to the needs of others. This is the problem many pastors get into and they justify it be saying it’s their job and responsibility. So their family has to suffer because of their dedication. With some people it’s just the opposite. All their dedication is to their family and they have no time for anyone else. God’s way has always been balance. The most important thing is the heart and motives. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; There are people in America that do such things as self-sacrifice, but only if there is a tip, paycheck or some kind of exchange involved. If we do acts of kindness with the expectation of getting something in return then it’s not an act of kindness. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; So do we go out looking for someone to serve? No. We become aware of our surroundings and wait for God to show us who or what. So do we do it so God will bless us? No. We do it simply because it’s the right thing to do and not because it makes us feel good about ourselves. God may even bless someone else for our service. You see, I push elderly people around in their wheelchairs several days a week and maybe Karen is getting the blessing for this. I think that’s wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If we set out to do this within our own will power and flesh or selfishness God will not acknowledge our work. It has to come from the heart and no where else. As I talk to Karen everyday on Skype I learn more of the exciting events that God is doing through her. I can’t wait to see how this story ends. I guess you can call this Part 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-5639160427286104509?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/5639160427286104509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=5639160427286104509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5639160427286104509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5639160427286104509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-honor-and-serve.html' title='To Honor and Serve'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmZUcm1CgUQ/TdvK24liTTI/AAAAAAAAARw/E9cmVe81nQE/s72-c/To%2BHonor%2Band%2BServe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-8600531636548658283</id><published>2011-05-02T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:12:09.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is God's Will for You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkfiWyaNXKI/Tb67lKxRvAI/AAAAAAAAARo/H0aqyn58R0I/s1600/Gods%2BWill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkfiWyaNXKI/Tb67lKxRvAI/AAAAAAAAARo/H0aqyn58R0I/s320/Gods%2BWill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602121233716067330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of my life I have spent looking for God’s will for my life. It was a will that didn’t exist because God didn’t have a specific will for my life and He never has. That’s why I couldn’t find it. The truth is God only has one will and that’s His. It’s my responsibility to seek His will and get involved with what He is doing and not try to get Him involved with what I am doing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Then my thought was, “Why did He give me these certain abilities, talents and gifts if He didn’t want me to use them?” He did, but not for my purpose, but for His. &lt;i style=""&gt;And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;His&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; purpose. Romans 8:28 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have had a very prideful attitude lately thinking since I’ve learned so much over the years and have been in high positions I was too good to do menial tasks. Was I ever wrong! I was unable to see myself doing these tasks and recently God opened my eyes to see myself and it was somewhat repulsive. It’s like walking into a new job and immediately expecting others to be awed at my presence. &lt;i style=""&gt;But it shall not be so among you: but whosoever will be great among you, let him be your minister; And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant: Even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many. Matt. 20:26-28&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some time I’ve been feeling like I just don’t fit anywhere. So I just decided to sit and wait on God to send me a great revelation or phone call. That didn’t work either. You can’t sit still and do nothing and be in God’s will. I had to get involved with life again and while I am going see what and who God brings into my life. Then when He does then I need to be obedient and do what He tells me. This is where He will use the talents, gifts and abilities He has given me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The way I saw it was God’s will is like a river that’s constantly flowing. I can either wonder around on the banks trying to do my own thing or I can &lt;b style=""&gt;get involved with what God is doing&lt;/b&gt; and get into the boat. His grace carries me down the river bringing new opportunities. When I’m obedient and can be trusted with the little things He will bring greater things into my life. &lt;i style=""&gt;“His lord said unto him, Well done, good and &lt;b&gt;faithful&lt;/b&gt; servant; thou hast been &lt;b&gt;faithful&lt;/b&gt; over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord.” Matthew 25:23&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is God’s obvious will and that’s simply learn to apply what He has already told us in black and white. God’s Word is His will written out for us. The 10 Commandments is a good place to start. If we’re not even familiar with those then we’re not ready for greater things. It’s like walking into a hospital wanting to be a heart surgeon and we’ve never even been to school yet. I’m sure we would be escorted out swiftly by security.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that getting involved with what Jesus is doing is so much easier than trying to do my own thing, but I know it has to start with humility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-8600531636548658283?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/8600531636548658283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=8600531636548658283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8600531636548658283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8600531636548658283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-gods-will-for-you.html' title='What is God&apos;s Will for You?'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkfiWyaNXKI/Tb67lKxRvAI/AAAAAAAAARo/H0aqyn58R0I/s72-c/Gods%2BWill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-3851323070450070172</id><published>2011-04-25T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:56:25.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Shaped Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wD4R7-Yh1w/TbXDtu7sQEI/AAAAAAAAARY/RqbLpKYNCdc/s1600/woodsculpture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wD4R7-Yh1w/TbXDtu7sQEI/AAAAAAAAARY/RqbLpKYNCdc/s320/woodsculpture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599596902165004354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The woodworker draws up plans for his no-god, traces it on a block of wood. He shapes it with chisels and planes into human shape—a beautiful woman, a handsome man, ready to be placed in a chapel. He first cuts down a cedar, or maybe picks out a pine or oak, and lets it grow strong in the forest, nourished by the rain. Then it can serve a double purpose: Part he uses as firewood for keeping warm and baking bread; from the other part he makes a god that he worships—carves it into a god shape and prays before it. With half he makes a fire to warm himself and barbecue his supper. He eats his fill and sits back satisfied with his stomach full and his feet warmed by the fire: "Ah, this is the life." And he still has half left for a god, made to his personal design—a handy, convenient no-god to worship whenever so inclined. Whenever the need strikes him he prays to it, "Save me. You're my god." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Pretty stupid, wouldn't you say? Don't they have eyes in their heads? Are their brains working at all? Doesn't it occur to them to say, "Half of this tree I used for firewood: I baked bread, roasted meat, and enjoyed a good meal. And now I've used the rest to make an abominable no-god. Here I am praying to a stick of wood!" Isaiah 44:13-19&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of you may think this is ridiculous in this day and age as much as I did, but this is a visible example of what we all do. We may not make idols to worship, but we do try to create God in our own design.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are those who want to believe that God will make them rich, He could not be a God of love and send people to hell, He is not concerned with our behavior, God encourages adultery, and God isn’t concerned with drunkenness and brawling or many other areas that we have shaped God in our own image. I know you’ve heard the humanistic rhetoric that god is however you see him or what you believe he is. Many look for churches that don’t frown on some of their sinful behaviors. Of course none of these beliefs are based on scripture. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Remember these things, O Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;  Take it seriously, Israel, that you're my servant.&lt;br /&gt;I made you, shaped you: You're my servant.&lt;br /&gt;  O Israel, I'll never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;I've wiped the slate of all your wrongdoings.&lt;br /&gt;  There's nothing left of your sins.&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me, come back.&lt;br /&gt;  I've redeemed you." Isaiah 44:21-22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many of us are guilty of trying to create God in a manner that makes us feel better. When we know the real truth of God, we don’t need anything else to make us feel better. When we see Him as He really is we can’t help but feel better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-3851323070450070172?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/3851323070450070172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=3851323070450070172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3851323070450070172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3851323070450070172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-shaped-who.html' title='Who Shaped Who?'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wD4R7-Yh1w/TbXDtu7sQEI/AAAAAAAAARY/RqbLpKYNCdc/s72-c/woodsculpture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-4372338975666245381</id><published>2011-04-18T08:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:37:24.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNAmO4TIN0o/Taw-hJ9_iPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tVGf1dsSvnQ/s1600/Well%2BDone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNAmO4TIN0o/Taw-hJ9_iPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tVGf1dsSvnQ/s320/Well%2BDone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596917176247224562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I’m not talking about how you might like your steak. All of us love to hear those words after we’ve done a good job at something whether it was at work, a performance or maybe just being a good parent. Can you imagine one of your children telling you this? I know it’s up there with fantasy, but we can hope.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Since early in my life this scripture has stuck in my heart. &lt;i style=""&gt;“Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!” Matthew 25:21&lt;/i&gt; To this day it still rings in my heart. These are the words I long to hear from my savior.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I do want to use the talents, abilities and gifts Jesus has given me for His purpose and not my own. It’s easy to use those things which are actually His to edify and glorify ourselves. It could be anything from singing, making money or any other talent or ability we have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all need to realize that we will all be standing before our Lord someday. What will He say to us? Are those words important to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-4372338975666245381?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/4372338975666245381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=4372338975666245381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4372338975666245381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4372338975666245381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-done.html' title='Well Done'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNAmO4TIN0o/Taw-hJ9_iPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tVGf1dsSvnQ/s72-c/Well%2BDone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-5047685516531250670</id><published>2011-04-11T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:10:44.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Towel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiZm1g5e1Zg/TaMLt0b_gbI/AAAAAAAAARI/QQYweUZZy7s/s1600/Boxing%2Bthrowing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Btowel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiZm1g5e1Zg/TaMLt0b_gbI/AAAAAAAAARI/QQYweUZZy7s/s320/Boxing%2Bthrowing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Btowel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594328043922358706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent most of my life confused, not knowing what I was doing or where I was going. I felt like the marble in a pinball machine bouncing from one thing to another and finally going down the tube. I’ve grown up in church since I was a baby and accepted Jesus at an early age as well. Then I spent most of my life feeling less than and not good enough.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would go to church camps and seminars and would come home recharged and ready to take on the world because I had been revived and energized only to fall flat on my face in a couple of weeks. I would have a Bible reading and prayer time and memorize scripture by the chapters hoping it would help because the Bible said, &lt;i style=""&gt;“I have hidden Your word in my heart that I might not sin against you.” Psalm 119:11&lt;/i&gt; I just couldn’t seem to get it right. So I would throw in the towel and give up thinking I was just too stupid to understand or I was just too bad of a person to make it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over time I would be revived again and take another run at it thinking maybe this time it would be different, but even though I might make it a little further down the road I eventually threw in the towel and gave up again. Each time I felt a little worse than the time before. Guilt had me weighed down so heavily I couldn’t even get up this time. I did a full sprint away from God and went to a place that was horrible. I ate some bitter food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then in June 2000 God drew me back in gently revealing things to me I never understood before. I actually started getting excited again and coming back to life. Then in May 2003 God opened my eyes to see Him as He really is and not the lies I had in my head. It was amazing. I later understood that Jesus never left me, He was just waiting for the right time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During this time of growth all those scriptures I had memorized earlier in my life had started to make since. They would come to me at certain times where God would explain them to me in a way I could understand. I was still skittish as an abused dog and many times I would get scared and start to throw in the towel, but Jesus would carry me on threw. This happened frequently. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lord has taught me so much in these past years and it has been so amazing. What really amazed me is I had even forgotten about the towel. Wow! I don’t have one anymore. I’m not saying that I can’t fall again. I’m saying if I threw in the towel I have no where to go but back to where I was and I assure you I don’t want to ever go back there again. It would be like living in a comfortable house in the desert where I had food, drink and air-conditioning and to leave it would mean crossing the desert of 120 degree heat and 1000 miles away from anything. It was a horrible place and no matter what struggles I have now they can’t compare to living a life without God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The problem I had most of my life was trying to serve God in what I thought was the right thing and in my own power. I thought I had surrendered to God, but I couldn’t surrender when I still had my own desires and plans. It was only when I had nothing left and was flat on my face and cornered was I finally able to surrender. This is why I like to work with people that are over 40. It took this long for me to eat enough dirt and try doing things my own way before I really gave up. I had made a real mess of things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A verse that really touched me and it still does today is, &lt;i style=""&gt;“And they shall know the truth and the truth will set them free.” John 8:34 &lt;/i&gt;When I started realizing the truth the more freedom I received. If you are still confused and want to give up it means that you haven’t found the truth yet. However, you do have to seek it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was feeling a little sorry for myself this morning feeling like I just don’t seem to fit anywhere. I’ve had several health problems and still do and so I feel trapped. I felt like God had turned His back on me and really doesn’t have any use for me any longer. I felt like He had set me on the shelf and all I have to do now is wait to die. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s times like this is when we are really tested. As long as things are wonderful and going my way I don’t have to trust God. It’s when things look bleak is when my true character stands out. Do I trust God or not. All I have to say is that God has brought me this far and I want to go all the way. I’ve attached a song that God brought to me this morning and I wanted to share it with you. It’s called, “Time to Trust.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-5047685516531250670?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/5047685516531250670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=5047685516531250670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5047685516531250670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5047685516531250670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/04/wheres-towel.html' title='Where&apos;s the Towel'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiZm1g5e1Zg/TaMLt0b_gbI/AAAAAAAAARI/QQYweUZZy7s/s72-c/Boxing%2Bthrowing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Btowel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-5082280191525665953</id><published>2011-03-28T08:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:23:12.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As You are Going</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLmhAAbywwk/TZCLkrcJyHI/AAAAAAAAARA/ed4KC4m04q4/s1600/As%2BYou%2Bare%2BGoing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLmhAAbywwk/TZCLkrcJyHI/AAAAAAAAARA/ed4KC4m04q4/s320/As%2BYou%2Bare%2BGoing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589120599819143282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s so easy to get caught up in the church programs and projects. We may even feel guilty because we don’t have the time for all these programs. Then we can’t help but pat ourselves on the back for all the good things we do. We make plans to do good deeds and if we are successful we can really be proud of ourselves. Some even believe this will make them a shoe-in for heaven.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems like if I ever make plans to do good they blow up in my face. I had a situation like this lately and it has happened to me many times. It used to make me angry because I thought, “God, here I am trying to serve you and you knock me down. Why?” Now I realized that this was my plan and not God’s. I was so busy trying to serve Him I didn’t notice where He was working right in front of me. He wants us to do it His way and if we do, the reward is much greater and it’s humbling. Allowing Jesus to work in us is really a privilege. It amazes me that He would actually let us be a part of what He’s doing instead of trying to make Him a part of what we are doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;And Israel, (Christians or the Church) who seemed so interested in reading and talking about what God was doing, missed it. How could they miss it? Because instead of trusting God, they took over. They were absorbed in what they themselves were doing. They were so absorbed in their "God projects" that they didn't notice God right in front of them. Romans 9:31-32 Message&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We don’t need to go out looking for opportunities to minister to others. We just need to be alert and minister to those who God puts in our path. As we are going we need to be alert and obedient when God does put someone in our path. Rather than having a load of excuses why we can’t, we need to just do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I can't impress this on you too strongly. God is looking over your shoulder. Christ himself is the Judge, with the final say on everyone, living and dead. He is about to break into the open with his rule, so proclaim the Message with intensity; keep on your watch. Challenge, warn, and urge your people. Don't ever quit. Just keep it simple. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;2 Timothy 4:2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This could mean opening the door for someone or speaking to someone in the coffee shop that looks as if they’re hurting. We should take to time to acknowledge others and offer a kindness. Of course the greatest joy is to lead someone to Christ. When we do things God’s way it makes life so much simpler. There is so much more, but this is a good start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess the best example there is and the one we need is, “How did Jesus do it?” He didn’t go out seeking certain people. He didn’t have programs and projects. The people He ministered to came into His circle and then He reached out to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-5082280191525665953?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/5082280191525665953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=5082280191525665953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5082280191525665953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5082280191525665953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-you-are-going.html' title='As You are Going'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLmhAAbywwk/TZCLkrcJyHI/AAAAAAAAARA/ed4KC4m04q4/s72-c/As%2BYou%2Bare%2BGoing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-330968375068302780</id><published>2011-03-22T09:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:07:14.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing the Heart</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/-PtzTVH0mRYw/TYiszUNFILI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tNcaksUKa1c/s1600/Healing%2Bthe%2BHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PtzTVH0mRYw/TYiszUNFILI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tNcaksUKa1c/s320/Healing%2Bthe%2BHeart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586905335349977266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day when I was eating at a Whataburger I was looking out the window and a nice SUV pulled in and parked. An elderly couple slowly emerged from the vehicle and came inside. They sat close to where I was sitting and I noticed the man wearing a veteran’s hat. On it was the name of the ship he had served on. For some reason I felt I had to talk to him so when I was leaving I stopped and asked about his hat. Everything began to get really interesting so I asked his wife to scoot over so I could sit down. I learned this man was 98 years old and still was still driving. His wife was 92 years old and they had been married for 66 years. He was 32 years old when they got married. That was right after WWII. I asked the wife what was the secret to their marriage and health. She said, “We like to laugh.” What a blessing I received from this couple by just taking a few minutes to listen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; I couldn’t help but think of the scripture that says,&lt;i style=""&gt; “A cheerful heart is good medicine,&lt;br /&gt;but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” Proverbs 17:22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; This is why we need to stay far away from depression as we can. It will destroy our lives in so many ways. It’s easy to give in to depression and let it control us instead of us controlling it. We have to fight. I saying this from a place that I know because I’ve been there. This could be the very reason I’m having so many health problems now. I don’t believe I struggle with depression now, but I am to dealing with the consequences of my past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; It’s not just a matter of laughing. I’ve seen depressed people laugh and I did as well. Referring back to the scripture it says, “A cheerful heart” It’s not talking about what we manifest on the outside, but what’s in our heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Some of you may be in this situation right now feeling trapped and not knowing how to escape. I would be more than glad to help you. All you have to do is ask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-330968375068302780?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/330968375068302780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=330968375068302780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/330968375068302780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/330968375068302780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/03/healing-heart.html' title='Healing the Heart'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PtzTVH0mRYw/TYiszUNFILI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tNcaksUKa1c/s72-c/Healing%2Bthe%2BHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-2114985152426798941</id><published>2011-03-14T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:01:49.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! My Name is Sin</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/-5OD6_F9L9-Q/TX4fpPEkSdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/op-El2EsW7A/s1600/Hi%2BMy%2BNane%2Bis%2BSin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OD6_F9L9-Q/TX4fpPEkSdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/op-El2EsW7A/s320/Hi%2BMy%2BNane%2Bis%2BSin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583935381266778578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How’s it going? I’ve known all of you since birth and we have become very close at times throughout your life. I wanted to formally introduce myself. I know we have spent much time together, but I just wanted to make sure you knew who I was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I assume most of you are familiar with my brother the Law of Gravity. Well, I’m the Law of Sin. The Law of Gravity is for holding you down physically on the earth while I, the Law of Sin am responsible for holding you down spiritually. There is also the one I like to call the black sheep of the family called the Law of Righteousness. I really don’t want to talk about him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It really feels good to be wanted and many of you want me in your lives everyday. There are some of you that try to run me off. However, you usually end up inviting me back, but you won’t let be come back without my cousin justification. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is something I want to set straight. Satan gets a lot of credit for my work and I want it to stop. Yes we are partners, but the only thing this guy can do is lie and he would be nothing without me. I have to admit he is really good at lying and we do work well together, but give credit where credit is due.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess one of my favorite places to work is in the church and of course religions. You have used me in so many areas and I’m good at making a mess of things. It’s like being invited to a banquet when you fight and argue. Egos start flying and before you know it I’m in charge. Hey, I’ve even got many of you rewriting the Bible to make it easier for me to exist in your life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m kind of touched because many of you consider me the fun guy. I’m great at parties especially where alcohol and drugs are consumed. I help you loosen up and do things you really don’t want to do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of my interest are: Destroying marriages and families, destroying lives, where there is a rape or murder you will find me there really enjoying myself, I always enjoy a good mutilation, when I have the opportunity I would very much enjoy watching you being tortured and killed. I’m behind many of the illnesses you people endure, sometimes I provide consolation after I rip your families apart through justification, anger and chemical means, but most of all I want you to know I hate you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are two things I hate even more than you. Jesus is the main one; He really frustrates me because he came to abolish me and the of course the Bible because it reveals all my secrets about how I work and how to avoid me. Fortunately most people don’t read their Bibles so I’m not too concerned with that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t want you to know that these truths. Such as, &lt;i style=""&gt;“What comes out of a person is what defiles them. For it is from within, out of a person’s heart, that evil thoughts come—sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, greed, malice, deceit, lewdness, envy, slander, arrogance and folly. All these evils come from inside and defile a person.” Mark 7:20-23&lt;/i&gt; I also don’t want you to know, &lt;i style=""&gt;“For all have sinned and fall short of God”&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i style=""&gt; “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 3:23 and Romans 6:23&lt;/i&gt; Please don’t ever read the 10 Commandments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately people don’t like to discuss me because that makes them feel uncomfortable. They like to refer to me as mistakes. They don’t like to use my real name because it makes them feel guilty and I love to make people feel guilty. The best part about it is they blame God for making them feel guilty and it’s really me. Some have gone as far as refusing to believe in God to help them to not feel guilty. Hey, that’s just dandy to me and as long you still let me control your life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something I find really amusing is when people try to clean me out of their life by doing it themselves. It’s like watching them take a bath in vomit and using feces as a bar of soap. Fortunately they haven’t discovered that Jesus is the only one that can clean them up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would like to say in closing, Thanks! Thank you for letting me control you life and keeping you in bondage. You couldn’t have made me prouder when I have destroyed you, your family and friends. Let’s stay close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-2114985152426798941?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/2114985152426798941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=2114985152426798941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/2114985152426798941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/2114985152426798941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi-my-name-is-sin.html' title='Hi! My Name is Sin'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OD6_F9L9-Q/TX4fpPEkSdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/op-El2EsW7A/s72-c/Hi%2BMy%2BNane%2Bis%2BSin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-3104006340361389514</id><published>2011-03-07T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:28:23.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven: God’s Point of View</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1029"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t find a worthy picture&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;for this topic so you will have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;to use your own imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 242px; height: 2px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mensch/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image003.gif" align="left" hspace="12" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we think about heaven, most if not all of us immediately run to our selfish desire and think, “What is it going to be like for me?” “Will I be the same person, will I have special powers, am I going to have fun, will I be old or fat, am I going to get bored or will I finally be free from all my pains and illnesses?” &lt;/p&gt;These are all very normal questions and curiosities. I’ve always asked the same questions. What’s in it for me? This morning as I was reading my Bible this thought came to me. What is it going to be like for God?&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of you are parents. Imagine for a minute what it would be like to be separated from your children. They don’t know you as well as you would like them to and it may be some time before you get to see them. During this time your children do things that hurt themselves, the don’t even want to talk to you, they run and try to hide from you, but there are some who really seek a relationship with you and spend time with you everyday.&lt;/p&gt;Then the day comes when God has all his children around Him in one place and never to be separated from Him again. &lt;i style=""&gt;We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled. &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;12 We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;1 Corinthians 13:9,10,12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can only imagine as a parent only a fraction of what that will be like for our Lord. We will know Him completely as He knows us. Wow! There are several more things I know, however take some time to ponder this for yourself. What will it be like for God? A love without sin, a love without selfishness or any kind of impurity distorting our vision. What a day that will be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-3104006340361389514?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/3104006340361389514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=3104006340361389514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3104006340361389514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3104006340361389514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/03/heaven-gods-point-of-view.html' title='Heaven: God’s Point of View'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-8858553426575623832</id><published>2011-02-28T09:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:06:42.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Size Fits All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Yj2x4ZJNj0/TWu5yz8XZeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FhjazpmcK5I/s1600/one%2Bsize%2Bfits%2Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Yj2x4ZJNj0/TWu5yz8XZeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FhjazpmcK5I/s320/one%2Bsize%2Bfits%2Ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578756846016488930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m sure most of you are familiar with this term and you may have been subjected to it. I would think that you also know this statement isn’t true. A one size fits all type of clothing usually doesn’t look like it. It’s usually baggy or too loose. However, if you pull it up here or adjust it there then maybe it will be functional. What is the purpose for this? It makes things easier and it cost less.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This same attitude is carried on into churches, businesses and schools. The truth is one size doesn’t fit all. People are the most complex beings on the entire planet. We all come from different places, born with different temperaments, have different families, social economic backgrounds, have different experiences and many more factors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The truth is even though we may share similar traits and experiences all of us are unique and special. There is no one on this planet that truly knows who we are, not even ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many of us have attended seminars to end all seminars, went to the best marriage classes so we would never need help again, went to success seminars that promised us we will never be in need again, soul winning classes that assure us this is the best program on the market and we have been taught the perfect technique for praying to capture God’s ear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus is the only truth in the entire universe and He knows us better than ourselves. This is why I don’t understand why we go to others to define us. For some odd reason we allow others to tell us who were are and we put way to much value on what they think and how we are perceived. We need to go to the One who knows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;My dear friends, don't let public opinion influence how you live out our glorious, Christ-originated faith. James 2:1Message&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-8858553426575623832?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/8858553426575623832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=8858553426575623832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8858553426575623832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8858553426575623832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-size-fits-all.html' title='One Size Fits All'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Yj2x4ZJNj0/TWu5yz8XZeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FhjazpmcK5I/s72-c/one%2Bsize%2Bfits%2Ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-7208919321377335801</id><published>2011-02-21T12:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:14:02.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Agreement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAEX1WMthKs/TWKrGYRmGaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/b4bp6UkdD40/s1600/Agreement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAEX1WMthKs/TWKrGYRmGaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/b4bp6UkdD40/s320/Agreement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576207414721911202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several years ago when I worked at Love Field in Dallas I worked second shift. The shift started at 2:00pm and I as well as most people arrived 10 – 15 minutes early. However, there was one man who came in at 12:30. Finally I asked someone why he came in so early and they said, “He liked walking throughout all the hangers talking to people until he found someone who would agree with him.”   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all love to be around people who agree with our thoughts, beliefs and opinions. These are the people we are drawn to and develop friendships. For those who don’t agree with us will cause friction and most of us don’t like friction. It has nothing to do with who is right or wrong, we are just drawn to others with like opinions. This is the joy of agreement.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine if you will a sports team that couldn’t agree on anything. You are going to see a lot of friction and chaos. There have been churches split over the color of carpet for the auditorium. When there is no agreement chaos is sure to thrive. Some of the most controversial topics is concerning God’s Word. I will discuss the Bible, but I will never argue with anyone concerning interpretations. Most people already have their minds made up on certain topics before they ever get into a discussion and they are not planning to change their mind. The only mind you can change is yours.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt; toward him. 2 Chronicles 16:9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What God is saying here is that He wants us to be in perfect agreement with Him. Stop justifying ourselves by changing what His Word says so we will feel better. We can’t let our own morality dictate our philosophy. He knows we will never be perfect, but our heart can be perfect towards Him when we are in total agreement with God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-7208919321377335801?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/7208919321377335801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=7208919321377335801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7208919321377335801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7208919321377335801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/02/several-years-ago-when-i-worked-at-love.html' title='The Joy of Agreement'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAEX1WMthKs/TWKrGYRmGaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/b4bp6UkdD40/s72-c/Agreement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-7778416694133617775</id><published>2011-02-14T09:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:53:43.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts, Talents and Abilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8lMrazbiD8/TVlPjwf6pAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qv8XltRFNM0/s1600/Talents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8lMrazbiD8/TVlPjwf6pAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qv8XltRFNM0/s320/Talents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573573489580483586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1029"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God has given all of us special talents, gifts and abilities. Some of these were given to us at birth and others have been given to us at our birth in Jesus Christ. These gifts and abilities were given to us for one reason and that was for worshipping God, edifying the church and each other, not for personal profit, gain or fame.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine if you will a house that was to be built. The contractor started assigning jobs based on his relationship to a person, their looks, their wealth and personality, but not according to their abilities and skills. He had the carpenters doing the electrical work, the plumbers doing the carpet and electricians doing the painting and so on. There is no telling what this house would look like when and if they got finished. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s sad to say this very thing occurs often in businesses and churches. You have people who can’t teach teaching, people who can’t sing singing, people that can teach attemptin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UkLqdn8Asv8/TVlPytOx39I/AAAAAAAAAQY/psh2xmSHW0A/s1600/Ability.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UkLqdn8Asv8/TVlPytOx39I/AAAAAAAAAQY/psh2xmSHW0A/s320/Ability.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573573746401337298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g to play and instrument and those who are musicians teaching. It’s usually based on the circumstances listed above. Naturally all this leads to chaos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not God’s plan. He gave each of us talents, skills and abilities for His purpose. Many people have taken these God given gifts and sold them to Satan by using them to glorify themselves, self indulgence and fame.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of us have been given special gifts and abilities and you may not be using them or you’re not being allowed to use them. This verse depicts the very thing I’m talking about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;And he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with wisdom, with understanding, with knowledge and with all kinds of skills— &lt;sup&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt; to make artistic designs for work in gold, silver and bronze, &lt;sup&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt; to cut and set stones, to work in wood and to engage in all kinds of artistic crafts. &lt;sup&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt; And he has given both him and Oholiab son of Ahisamak, of the tribe of Dan, the ability to teach others. &lt;sup&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt; He has filled them with skill to do all kinds of work as engravers, designers, embroiderers in blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen, and weavers—all of them skilled workers and designers. Exodus 35:31-35&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each of these people was given certain abilities and skills to do what they were designed to do. I know I have had desires to do things that I wasn’t skilled or talented to do. I had to learn to accept my limitations. However, God has given us all special gifts and abilities, but it is our responsibility to hone them, learn and attempt to perfect them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of these gifts are spiritual gifts that God gives us at the moment of our salvation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;1 Corinthians 12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Encouragement – Exhortation&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mercy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Giving&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shepherding – Leadership&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prophesy – not telling future, speaking truth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Discernment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are several more, but the purpose of these gifts were for edifying the church not ourselves. It’s sad when these gifts are neglected or restrained by those in leadership. Many are more concerned with control or popularity than truth. My encouragement to you is to allow God to continue to grow you and learn how and where to use these gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-7778416694133617775?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/7778416694133617775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=7778416694133617775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7778416694133617775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/7778416694133617775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/02/gifts-talents-and-abilities.html' title='Gifts, Talents and Abilities'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8lMrazbiD8/TVlPjwf6pAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qv8XltRFNM0/s72-c/Talents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-4581933160212629462</id><published>2011-02-07T08:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:17:55.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boogey Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TU_-uRikOJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/D66j6BQ-98c/s1600/Boogey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TU_-uRikOJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/D66j6BQ-98c/s320/Boogey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570951335016413330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that all of you around my age remember being told the stories about the boogey man. “Watch out for the boogey man” or “You had better do this or the boogey man will get you.” Adults or parents used the boogey man as an attempt to create obedient behavior with their children. Every generation and culture has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word for boogey man is manipulation. Governments, religious organizations, churches, businesses and other entities have their own type of boogey man. The main one our government has been using for the last 30 years or so is called “Global Warming.” The one they have been using for the last 10 years is called “Terrorist.” These 2 scares have given our government a blank check to do just about anything they desire. Before this it was “Communist” and it there is one for every generation. It’s amazing how many freedoms we have lost concerning these boogey men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never going to stop all these boogey men that are used against us, but we can have the advantage of knowing. Such as, global warming theory is ridiculous. The earth is not ever going to be destroyed by water such as it did in the movie “2012.” “I establish my covenant with you: Never again will all life be destroyed by the waters of a flood; never again will there be a flood to destroy the earth.” Genesis 9:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you, but I have a lot more faith in God’s promises than scientist predictions. Many people have been lead down the path of psychopathic cult leaders due to the fact of their ignorance of God. Many people have believed so many lies simply because they didn’t know the Truth. I’ve heard many say, “I have to admit I don’t know too much about the Bible.” In this country the only one to blame for that is ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be on our guard because a person that doesn’t believe in anything will fall for everything. There is a way that appears to be right, but in the end it leads to death. Proverbs 16:25  I have much more to say on this matter, but not enough time.&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/9011629023086603708-4581933160212629462?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/4581933160212629462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=4581933160212629462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4581933160212629462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4581933160212629462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/02/boogey-man.html' title='The Boogey Man'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TU_-uRikOJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/D66j6BQ-98c/s72-c/Boogey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-4412300960885442200</id><published>2011-01-17T14:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:31:50.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TTSm7oN7CfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8Uh1mFrBYJ4/s1600/Gift%2BFrustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TTSm7oN7CfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8Uh1mFrBYJ4/s320/Gift%2BFrustration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563254983047711218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt; 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  &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Mensch\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I know there is someone in your life that is almost impossible to buy a gift for. For me it has been my wife. What do you get a woman who has no similar interest, a perfect husband, everything she needs and a wonderful life? I guess a box to put it in. Seriously, I’ve learned that when all else fails, “jewelry.” Now all I need is money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Definitely the most difficult one to buy for is God. The entire universe is His. &lt;i style=""&gt;I have no need of a bull from your stall or of goats from your pens, for every animal of the forest is mine,  and the cattle on a thousand hills. I know every bird in the mountains, and the insects in the fields are mine. If I were hungry I would not tell you, for the world is mine, and all that is in it. Psalm 50:9-12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever done or seen others do is bargain with God. “Lord, I put a little extra in the offering plate this week so I pray you would let me win the lottery.” How absurd! This is a poor example, but it’s somewhat like offering Bill Gates a nickel for Microsoft. Everything we have is the Lord’s. All the money, possessions, job, health, family and friends we have are The Lord’s and are just on loan to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many religions that teach that we are to sacrifice and do many religious practices to get God’s favor and attention. It’s really sad. Why do they do it? So they can claim they had something to do with their salvation. Pride!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The Truth…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;&lt;br /&gt;  you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit;&lt;br /&gt;  a broken and contrite heart&lt;br /&gt;  you, God, will not despise. Psalm 51:16-17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;God just wants us!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-4412300960885442200?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/4412300960885442200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=4412300960885442200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4412300960885442200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4412300960885442200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/01/gift-frustration.html' title='Gift Frustration'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TTSm7oN7CfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8Uh1mFrBYJ4/s72-c/Gift%2BFrustration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-4213731395566810132</id><published>2011-01-06T11:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:39:57.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Who's Terms?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TSX-Jw9ZSCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jgg8DGYjt7k/s1600/Surrender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TSX-Jw9ZSCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jgg8DGYjt7k/s320/Surrender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559128758773434402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have been running from the enemy for days now. On many occasions you were almost caught, but somehow you manage to escape. You will twist and fight and you are determined to never give up. You’re thirsty, you’re wounded, tired, and haven’t eaten for days, However, you’ve ran into a canyon to make your escape, but now you’ve come to a dead end. You’re trapped and there is no where to go. The enemy is all around you with weapons pointed at you and they tell you to surrender. You shout out you will surrender, but only on your terms. They tell you that you can only surrender on their terms or you will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an analogy of our life. We as humans with a sinful nature are stubborn and determined to do it our way. The only problem is that our way just leads to more and more pain and hurt. The hurts and pains in our life are to motivate us and help us quit running and surrender to God. These problems in our life are meant to break us down so the only thing to do is surrender to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the pride in us refuses to give up and keep on fighting God. We are determined to make it work our way and on our terms. The only terms there are God’s and we have to accept them. This is where we will finally have peace. On the other side of surrender is peace. I’m not saying you’ll never have any problems again. I’m just saying its easier going through life with God on your side than fighting with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to understand something that I had as a misconception for most of my life. I felt that surrendering to God meant to agree to never commit a sin again. This is not what it means and it is impossible for us to do so. It means to change my heart from having to do what God says to wanting to do what God says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know ye not, that to whom ye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yield (surrender) &lt;/span&gt;yourselves servants to obey, his servants ye are to whom ye obey; whether of sin unto death, or of obedience unto righteousness? Romans 6:16&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/9011629023086603708-4213731395566810132?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/4213731395566810132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=4213731395566810132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4213731395566810132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4213731395566810132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-whos-terms.html' title='On Who&apos;s Terms?'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TSX-Jw9ZSCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jgg8DGYjt7k/s72-c/Surrender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-1735006535855045971</id><published>2010-12-20T22:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:06:45.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TRAnkCYUUcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/P0nqja813ZU/s1600/Forbidden%2Bfruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Of course, both of them had been married several times, but in-between marriages they seem to have little interest in women. This was the intrigued of the Forbidden Fruit. I want what I’m not supposed to have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many who believe if we had no laws then it would eliminate desire. Let’s say &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; declared a “No Law” week once a year. Do you wonder what would happen? I know we would see the full depravity of mankind. Murder, rape and theft would be totally out of control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is where it all started&lt;i style=""&gt;. And the LORD God commanded the man, “You are free to eat from &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;any tree&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the garden; but you must &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;not eat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly die.” Genesis 2”16-17&lt;/i&gt; One tree out of many and Adam couldn’t resist it. So why did God put a tree in the Garden of Eden they were not supposed to eat? God didn’t want mindless automatons’ worshipping Him. He wanted us to choose Him over evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He still wants us to do that today. God doesn’t want us to serve Him out of rules and regulations or without choice. God wants us to love Him and for us to have a desire to serve Him&lt;i style=""&gt;. ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with your entire mind. Matthew 22:37&lt;/i&gt; So is the law bad? &lt;i style=""&gt;What shall we say, then? Is the law sinful? Certainly not! Nevertheless, I would not have known what sin was had it not been for the law. Romans 7:7&lt;/i&gt; In other words, the law is like a map to a mine field showing us where and what to avoid because of danger. &lt;i style=""&gt;For I would not have known what coveting really was if the law had not said, “You shall not covet.”&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;Romans 7:8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many that believe that since we are in the New Testament age we are no longer under the law. &lt;i style=""&gt;Do you not know, brothers and sisters—for I am speaking to those who know the law—that the law has authority over someone only as long as that person lives? Romans 7:5&lt;/i&gt; Jesus came to help us fulfill the law, not to do away with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Forbidden fruit is the sweetest poison you’ll ever taste. Consequence is a bitter medicine to make us healthy by leading us to repentance.&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/9011629023086603708-1735006535855045971?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/1735006535855045971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=1735006535855045971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/1735006535855045971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/1735006535855045971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/12/forbidden-fruit.html' title='Forbidden Fruit'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TRAnkCYUUcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/P0nqja813ZU/s72-c/Forbidden%2Bfruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-8653936629259668185</id><published>2010-12-13T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:28:17.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</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/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQZXhZ7rutI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aV34rNbG9ss/s1600/acceptance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQZXhZ7rutI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aV34rNbG9ss/s320/acceptance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550219822189230802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of my life I worked so hard for the acceptance of others to the point of losing my identity, my morals and my beliefs. I was afraid to have my own thoughts in fear of rejection. I wanted acceptance so bad that I was used much of the time. The desire for acceptance is extremely strong in everyone. Another word for acceptance is “Love.” We all have the need to be loved and we will go wherever we seek it. It reminds of the song, “Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will always be drawn to someone or a group who will accept them. Naturally we are all drawn to groups with similar interest, but I’m talking about acceptance based on physical appearance, financial standing, color, family, background or even sin. The opposite of acceptance is our greatest fear and that’s rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do God and Satan accept people? Yes! God accepts all people, but He will never accept sin. Satan accepts the people and encourages the sin. God’s acceptance leads to life and Satan’s acceptance leads to death. Many times God’s people tie the sin with the people and refuse to accept the people. Satan will gladly accept those into his fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is to accept and love everyone, but to never accept their sin. I’ve known several people in my life who were living in a sin that was destroying them and their life. I was upfront and honest with them and told them the truth. I told them that I have always loved them and that will never change, but I cannot accept their sin nor condemn them for their sin. To love someone doesn’t mean we have to put a stamp of approval on their behavior. There are those who are afraid of losing the person (husband, wife, child or friend) so they compromise instead of standing firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride will keep us from loving the ones who are struggling and who do not meet our expectations. By some reasoning we feel since we are not doing what they are doing we must be better than they are. You will see many examples of this in the Gospels with the Pharisees. Many profess Christianity in their words but not in their deeds. In church they do all the right things and say all the right things, but when it comes down to living in truth, then that’s another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is lost in a dark cave we cannot push and shove them to the exit. We need to lead them out, but it’s so much easier when we know the way. Sometimes it’s the blind leading the blind. We cannot demand that they find their own way out, but we have to patiently lead them and this can be difficult. To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved. Ephesians 1:6&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/9011629023086603708-8653936629259668185?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/8653936629259668185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=8653936629259668185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8653936629259668185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8653936629259668185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/12/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQZXhZ7rutI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aV34rNbG9ss/s72-c/acceptance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-3881093059957496575</id><published>2010-12-09T20:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:17:24.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQGM78cL6dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tbFM8hs18nA/s1600/Cup%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQGM78cL6dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tbFM8hs18nA/s320/Cup%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548871177361680850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt; 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  &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Mensch\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A cup has many functions and meanings, but how we use the cup is mostly for containing liquid or even solids. We can put all types of things in a cup. We can use it to contain coffee, sodas, tea or many other beverages, but it can also be used to contain poison, urine or other types of undesirable liquids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the points I’m trying to make is a cup is neither good nor bad. It can have all kinds of usage. The cup is just a cup. What is put in the cup doesn’t change the cup itself, but it does change how it is perceived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many believe when they get to heaven there will be a scale to weigh our good deeds and evil deeds. Depending on how the scale is tipped will depend on our destination. So if we do a lot of evil deeds then we will go to hell and if we do a lot of good deeds then we will go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;left:0;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Mensch\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.png" title=""&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The only way we can get into heaven is we would have to be perfect and I know I’ve already blown that chance as well as everyone else. Eternally the cup is the problem and it needs to be exchanged for a new cup and the only one who has that is Jesus Christ. This is the perfect cup we need to exchange for. &lt;i style=""&gt;What goo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQGNGl1jLrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PdTjwjVWRH8/s1600/Cup%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQGNGl1jLrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PdTjwjVWRH8/s320/Cup%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548871360272608946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;d will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in &lt;b&gt;exchange&lt;/b&gt; for their soul?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Matthew 16:26&lt;/i&gt; Before a person accepts Jesus into their heart their cup is headed for hell. It doesn’t matter how clean or dirty their cup is at the time. The same thing applies when a person who has accepted Jesus into their heart. They receive a new cup bound for heaven from that point on and it can’t be taken away. &lt;i style=""&gt;My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; snatch them out of my Father’s &lt;b&gt;hand&lt;/b&gt;. John 10:29&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&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/9011629023086603708-3881093059957496575?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/3881093059957496575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=3881093059957496575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3881093059957496575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3881093059957496575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/12/cup.html' title='The Cup'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQGM78cL6dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tbFM8hs18nA/s72-c/Cup%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-3612963685596981927</id><published>2010-12-09T20:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:07:19.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blame Game</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/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQGLKM3FuXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b0ULxhbpqwM/s1600/Blame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQGLKM3FuXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b0ULxhbpqwM/s320/Blame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548869223264401778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blame game is definitely nothing new. It started at the beginning of creation with Adam and Eve. Adam said, “The woman you put here with me—she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it.” Genesis 3:12 In one sentence Adam blamed God and Eve for his sin. Adam believed he had absolutely nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who blame others for everything and those who are willing to take the blame for everything. Then there are some who may accept some responsibility. If you never accept the blame or always accept the blame you will probably end up getting married to each other. Either situation will keep a person from growing and maturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people blame? To justify their actions and behaviors. If I can blame someone for my behavior then I don’t have to take responsibility for myself. No matter what happens to us in our life or who does what the bottom line is how we respond and not react. However, the way we respond to it will definitely reveal our maturity. It continues to amaze me how far some will go to justify their sin. We live in a country that promotes and encourages people to not accept responsibility for their actions. As long as there are people willing to accept the blame there will be someone there to let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching the TV show Home Improvement when Jill had done something wrong to Tim. Tim had finally convinced himself that it must have been his fault for a problem they were having. Jill had come to the realization it really was her fault. When Tim came home they both said they had something to tell each other. He forced her to let him go first so he took responsibility for the problem. Then when he asked her what she was going to say she said, “It was anything important.” So she let him go ahead a take the blame for something that was her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love it when we take the blame because they feel it releases them from any responsibility. It really doesn’t but it makes them feel that way and it keeps them from growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is growth so important? If you are a parent, then you will see this analogy more clearly. Imagine if your children stopped growing and maturing somewhere around 2 years old and they weren’t potty trained. For the rest of your life this is where your children remained. At that age they are cute, but cute only last for so long. I was glad to see my boys mature, become independent and move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how does God see us? He wants to mature spiritually so He doesn’t have to deal with our pettiness. Are we maturing and moving forward or are we stuck? Sometimes people will see our immaturity as cute, but before too long we will lose friends quickly.&lt;br /&gt;We may justify ourselves with us and others, but never with God.&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/9011629023086603708-3612963685596981927?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/3612963685596981927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=3612963685596981927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3612963685596981927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/3612963685596981927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/12/blame-game.html' title='The Blame Game'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQGLKM3FuXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b0ULxhbpqwM/s72-c/Blame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-8752839415463441209</id><published>2010-12-09T18:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:13:12.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freed from Prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFwSUXmV_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/CuYw8E2TF6M/s1600/prison%2Bbars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Finally the day came for Joe’s release from prison. Within the first day after his release Joe was arrested again for the same crime plus he robbed a few liquor stores at gun point. Joe once again was tried, convicted and was sentenced to 10 years in prison. Joe lashed out angrily at the court and protested he shouldn’t have to return to prison because he had already been there. The judge looked at him and said, “Joe, you paid your debt to society the last time you were in prison and you were released. However, when you were released, you were free to live in society and abide by the law, but you chose to commit crimes once again. You were not freed to do whatever you wanted; you were freed to do what was right.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does this sound familiar? So what do we do? Keep on sinning so God can keep on forgiving? I should hope not! If we've left the country where sin is sovereign, how can we still live in our old house there? Or didn't you realize we packed up and left there for good? That is what happened in baptism. When we went under the water, we left the old country of sin behind; when we came up out of the water, we entered into the new country of grace—a new life in a new land! This symbolizes the freedom we received through the blood of Christ. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's what baptism into the life of Jesus means. When we are lowered into the water, it is &lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt; the burial of Jesus; when we are raised up out of the water, it is &lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt; the resurrection of Jesus. Each of us is raised into a light-filled world by our Father so that we can see where we're going in our new grace-sovereign country. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Could it be any clearer? Our old way of life was nailed to the cross with Christ, a decisive end to that sin-miserable life—no longer at sin's every beck and call! What we believe is this: If we get included in Christ's sin-conquering death, we also get included in his life-saving resurrection. We know that when Jesus was raised from the dead it was a signal of the end of death-as-the-end. Never again will death have the last word. When Jesus died, he took sin down with him, but alive he brings God down to us. From now on, think of it this way: Sin speaks a dead language that means nothing to you; God speaks your mother tongue, and you hang on every word. You are dead to sin and alive to God. That's what Jesus did. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; That means you must not give sin a vote in the way you conduct your lives. Don't give it the time of day. Don't even run little errands that are connected with that old way of life. Throw yourselves wholeheartedly and full-time—remember, you've been raised from the dead!—into God's way of doing things. Sin can't tell you how to live. After all, you're not living under that old tyranny any longer. You're living in the freedom of God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-8752839415463441209?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/8752839415463441209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=8752839415463441209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8752839415463441209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8752839415463441209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/12/freed-from-prison.html' title='Freed from Prison'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFwSUXmV_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/CuYw8E2TF6M/s72-c/prison%2Bbars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-9039225955648426627</id><published>2010-12-09T17:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:05:15.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFumyQZWEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/CAqyk1o7aTE/s1600/dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFumyQZWEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/CAqyk1o7aTE/s320/dentist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548837828501788738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several years ago when I worked in Dallas I was coming home from work. It was a normal routine of driving home and everything was fine. Then as I was approaching a major intersection a car ran a red light and caused a five car wreck which I was one of the cars in the wreck. I wasn’t injured, but a little shook. My car had some damage, but not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next couple of months when I would pass that intersection I would slow down and check twice before going through. It took a month or so before I was able to go through that intersection with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened that night was a fear was placed in my mind, but after that the fear had become unrealistic. The truth was I could have had another accident at any other time and many other places, but the fear I had at this place was now unrealistic. Most people didn’t have a fear of this intersection. Why? Because they hadn’t had the same experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who has ever been in a tornado will always have a greater fear and respect for tornados than someone who had just seen them on TV. The same goes for a person who has had their house broken into, a woman that was raped, a person that was mugged and so on. Any kind of trauma at a certain place or situation can leave a severe fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal thing we usually do is to avoid these places or situations allowing the fear to control us and grow even stronger which sometimes becomes debilitating. The only way I know how to deal with these fears is to face them and deal with them in truth. “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:32  If I would have changed my route to and from work I would have never overcome my fear of that intersection. As I said, it didn’t go away the first time I went back. It took several times. Even to this day I can’t help but remember that intersection when I go through it, but when I do there is no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot bring the fear to you; you have to go to the fear. If you bring the fear to you it just intensifies the fear. You have to face to fear. Something else I noticed was when I had to go into work for a meeting during the daylight hours everything looked so different at that intersection and it lost its power. In Jesus was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:4-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear has paralyzed me for large part of my life and has kept me from doing so many things and it has caused me to cheat myself and others. Fear makes us selfish. Are there any dark places in your heart you are afraid to face? Then I suggest you take the light with you. I guess what I am saying is who is suffering because of our fears? Who are we neglecting? What are we not doing because of fear?&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/9011629023086603708-9039225955648426627?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/9039225955648426627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=9039225955648426627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/9039225955648426627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/9039225955648426627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/12/facing-fear.html' title='Facing Fear'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFumyQZWEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/CAqyk1o7aTE/s72-c/dentist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-1016911374318426688</id><published>2010-12-09T17:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:06:52.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church for Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFs3txxpeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c7d6n-Jbdfw/s1600/Church%2Bfor%2BSale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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We have nothing but the best quality entertainment for everyone and our ticket prices are very competitive with all the other surrounding churches in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;We also have a guarantee that our pastor will not preach over 20 minutes and he will stay on topics that make you feel good and uplifted before you leave. We are always trying to bring in the top notch performers to make your visit with us a very spiritual experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Each individual ticket only cost $15, but if you would like to look at our package deals you can purchase them by the month for savings as well as additional savings if you purchase by the year. I want to add that your tithe cannot be accepted as a form of payment. Your tithe needs to be in addition to your purchases. For Example:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Monthly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; - $50.00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Yearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;- $550.00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Just for service attendance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;We have the special package deals that include Baptismal Services as well as the Lord’s Supper. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Monthly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; - $65.00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Yearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;- $700.00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;These prices also include &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Vacation&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bible&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Special Events, Christmas and Easter presentations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope you realize that I’m being facetious or am I. Every day I feel that the church is selling out a little more. I know this above may be humorous, however is it really possible that it could go this far. I hate to tell you this, but it has already happened. Maybe it’s not in the church that you attend, but in other churches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;People are looking more and more at churches as a smorgasbord. They are looking at churches that allow them to drink, fool around, curse, doesn’t frown on homosexuality, shack up or just let’s them do whatever they want. You may think I’m kidding, but I have talked with some of these people. One woman told me that she used to go to a legalistic church, but now she’s going to a grace-filled church and she can do whatever she wants. Of course, she was still enduring the consequences, but “So what!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I heard someone on the radio say this the other day. &lt;i style=""&gt;I feel the church has changed it’s focus to where the congregation is the audience, the musicians are the entertainment and the pastor is the conductor and we hope God will join OUR service and bless it. However, it should be that the church including the musicians are the worshipers, the pastor is the leader and God is the audience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;For do I now persuade &lt;b&gt;men&lt;/b&gt;, or &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt;? Or do I &lt;b&gt;seek&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;men&lt;/b&gt;? For if I yet &lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt;d &lt;b&gt;men&lt;/b&gt;, I should not be the servant of Christ. Galatians 1:10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel the church is ran too much like a business with it pastor as the CEO, the staff members as the president, vice-president, the deacons are the board of directors and the church are the unpaid employees of the corporation. This was never God’s intention. I asked a pastor the other day what his thoughts were on the present day churches. He said. “I believe the pastors are giving the people what they want and not giving them what they need.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;God wants us to serve Him with our hearts. He didn’t put us on this planet to be entertained and to look for warm fuzzies. We have a job and a purpose to serve Him, not to be served. Jesus paved the example for us. He didn’t come to rule, but to serve. We need to love and encourage one another. Our time on this planet may be short and I know I long to hear… &lt;i style=""&gt;Well done, &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;faithful&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;servant&lt;/b&gt;! You have been &lt;b&gt;faithful&lt;/b&gt; with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness! Matthew 25:21&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-1016911374318426688?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/1016911374318426688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=1016911374318426688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/1016911374318426688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/1016911374318426688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/12/v-behaviorurldefaultvml-o.html' title='Church for Sale'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFs3txxpeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c7d6n-Jbdfw/s72-c/Church%2Bfor%2BSale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-6109780110861187228</id><published>2010-12-09T17:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:42:51.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Pleaser?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFpQ58PwdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D9CplQAhxPM/s1600/giving%2Bto%2Ba%2Bbum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFpQ58PwdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D9CplQAhxPM/s320/giving%2Bto%2Ba%2Bbum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548831955049497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of my life I was always a pleaser, mostly a pleaser to my self. I thought I was actually pleasing people and I was the one of the biggest people pleasers that ever lived. You see, I didn’t like myself very much and so I thought if I could please everyone they would like me and say nice things to me. That would be a nice fix for a short time, but as time went on I needed more. However, if I didn’t get the praise I would become angry. I used to lie to others and mostly myself saying, “I just like to give to people or I like to do what I can to bring a smile to a person’s face.” The worst thing was I actually believed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around seven years ago I came to face this reality at LEBC. The giver/taker test was a real eye opener for me. All of this pleasing I had done earlier in my life lead me straight to depression. When I realized that I gave to receive appreciation or approval. I was giving for all the wrong reasons. Now when I hear someone make that same statement, “I just like to make people happy,” I immediately know where they are. If you want to test yourself to find out if you really like to give. All you have to do is give anonymously. If you can give without anyone knowing or without hints or clues, then maybe you are a giver. There was no way I could do this because I wanted kudos. Many say they like to give because it makes them feel good. That definitely is selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I not love myself? Of course I did! I loved myself so much I thought everyone should think I was special. If I didn’t love myself then I would have relished rejection. I just didn’t like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few years of growth I’ve learned to not be a people pleaser. In fact, I sometimes feel I’ve gone to the other extreme. I came to believe if I did something to please someone I was wrong. I even thought that I shouldn’t even try to please God because I thought that was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized something about pleasing and giving that has helped me a lot. It’s simply&lt;br /&gt;the difference of having to please someone or God instead of wanting to please them. Not for my sake, but only for theirs. If I try to please my wife because it’s my job or I have to, then it’s not real. However, when I do it because I want to or out of love then it’s real. The same goes for pleasing God. If I do it only because I have to or to look good then I’m wrong. “The great triumph is not in your authority over evil, but in God's authority over you and presence with you. Not what you do for God but what God does for you—that's the agenda for rejoicing." Luke 10:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that people will always try to look good in front of other people so they will have a good image of them. So many times this goes too far and we seek to please others more than God. Injustices are done, the truth is hidden and it’s all for such a small reward. “Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ.” Galatians 1:10&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/9011629023086603708-6109780110861187228?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/6109780110861187228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=6109780110861187228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6109780110861187228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6109780110861187228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-pleaser.html' title='Are You a Pleaser?'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TQFpQ58PwdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D9CplQAhxPM/s72-c/giving%2Bto%2Ba%2Bbum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-4695463022043262268</id><published>2010-07-06T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:16:46.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TDNIiSMprAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ee-CsFabw5A/s1600/Moving+Forward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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It was still dark and I was getting dressed. As I bent over to put my shoes on I heard a quiet voice in my heart that said, “Let the dead bury their dead.” I rose up quickly and thought, “What was that?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I knew immediately that it was a verse of scripture that I hadn’t thought of for years. Then I began to wonder what exactly that meant. I went on to work and while it was quiet and I was the only one there I looked up that verse in the Bible to see if I could understand why I received this message. It said, &lt;i style=""&gt;“When Jesus saw the crowd around him, he gave orders to cross to the other side of the lake. Then a teacher of the law came to him and said, "Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go." Jesus replied, "Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head." Another disciple said to him, "Lord, first let me go and bury my father." But Jesus told him, &lt;b style=""&gt;"Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead.&lt;/b&gt;" Matthew 8:18-22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remembered this verse and always thought it seemed kind of heartless. I mean for crying out loud, the only thing this guy wanted to do was bury his dad. Then the Holy Spirit explained it to me. You see, there’s a good chance that this man’s father wasn’t dead or even sick. In other words, it was just an excuse to not follow Jesus right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first time in my life God was becoming real to me and I wanted to follow Him everywhere. I wanted to take everyone with me that I could, but to my amazement many didn’t want to come with me. I’m talking about good Christian friends that would rather stay in their comfort zones. Many even thought I was crazy or had gone off the deep end. I was confused and didn’t know what to do. Jesus said, “If you want to come and experience exciting adventures with me, get on the boat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That day I had to leave many friends behind and even some family. I had to quit looking back and start moving forward. It broke my heart, but I’ve never regretted doing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-4695463022043262268?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/4695463022043262268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=4695463022043262268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4695463022043262268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/4695463022043262268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/TDNIiSMprAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ee-CsFabw5A/s72-c/Moving+Forward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-8408526735016442842</id><published>2010-02-10T22:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:25:15.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S3OGVXlFM6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/ur56hoXJVvc/s1600-h/House+of+Cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S3OGVXlFM6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/ur56hoXJVvc/s320/House+of+Cards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436836876831241122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know all of you are familiar with this game and the metaphor it stands for, but just in case I’ll explain. A house of cards it built with caution and with care. The least little breeze, nervous twitch or sudden moves could cause it to come crashing down. One of the things that makes this project so unstable is it has a weak foundation. Then on top of a weak foundation there is nothing that is truly binding the cards together. It is done with delicate balance and one card leaning on another. If one collapses, they all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash." Matthew 7:24-27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These verses definitely apply to our daily life and defining our foundation. Is it on God’s Word or on all the flimsy things around us? However, I would like to take a look at them from the church perspective. In the last decade you all have seen a flood of the Mega-Church movement in our country. Many believe and want to believe that this is a great thing and finally we are getting it right. Look at all the people coming to church now. Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. Matthew 7:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth be known the church really isn’t growing, it’s just shuffling around. Many of the smaller churches are getting smaller or going under because many of the members are all moving to the larger churches. They see the pretty building, many programs and of course free coffee at some. Very few people are coming to Christ for the first time in these grand buildings of God. That’s only the half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been really confused about all of this because I was seeing some good things and the pastors were preaching some good things. However, something wasn’t right in my spirit. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I feel as if they are preaching at the congregation and not to them. They are preaching from the Bible, but not from their heart. Some may say I just have some kind of personal vendetta with the large church. I considered that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the Mega-Church comes the expense of Mega-Millions to operate them. From what I’ve seen is these churches are using the Mega-Millions to build more elaborate buildings, (it’s called campuses now, not churches) expensive decorations and Broadway type productions for your entertainment. Oh, they do send a little money to missions and may provide some occasional program to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the house of cards? As I said, it cost Mega-Millions to operate. Utilities alone have to be enormous not to mention salaries for 20 – 50 staff positions. People are starting to grow tired of seeing their giving being used for all these elaborate expenses as well as the unemployment continues to rise people don’t have money to give. Many of these churches are getting into serious financial binds and are getting desperate. They will begin to preach more sermons on giving or making frequent remarks about giving. To turn the heat up they will lay off 2 or 3 people in their staff to make everyone feel guilty about not giving more. I’ve seen this happen. The Mega-Church will eventually come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Church” is getting weaker and the government is getting stronger. Why, because God has given the responsibilities of the church over to the government. Who is making a poor attempt to help the jobless, the health insurance problem, the elderly who can’t make ends meet or who comes to rescue those hit with disasters. Everyone around was in awe—all those wonders and signs done through the apostles! And all the believers lived in a wonderful harmony, holding everything in common. They sold whatever they owned and pooled their resources so that each person's need was met. Acts 2:43-45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unemployment rate in Texas is around 8%. That’s roughly 400,000 people out of jobs from a state with a population of about 25 million. This doesn’t include the many elderly, single mothers and many others who are hurting at this time. $25 million is the yearly budget for some of these churches. Could we not provide some supplement on insurance for everyone in need in our state? I’m not talking about a bailout. I’m talking about following God’s principles and let Him deal with healing our land. Then imagine if all the churches in their own states would do the same thing. Wow! People would start looking to the church and to God instead of the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why won’t the church give? It’s simple, they’re self-indulgent and stingy. Some pastors would rather have body guards to feed their egos than helping an old widow keep her electricity on. I remember a time many years ago when Karen and I hadn’t been married that long and moved to a new town. I had a difficult time finding work and we didn’t have any money for anything. We had enough gas to get to our church, but not enough to get home. I talked to the pastor about our situation and he disinterestedly got someone to give us $5. He was only interested in those giving, not taking. It was also done in a way to make us feel guilty for asking for help. This is the same attitude I see now, but on a larger scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is long, but I felt it was something that needed to be said. Some of you may disagree and that’s ok. All I can tell you to do is sit back, watch and wait. Right now I think the church could make a difference, but if there is not a change made soon there will be a high price to pay in the near future. We can blame the government, the school system, Hollywood or anything else we can point the finger at, but it all comes down to the Church. If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land. 2 Chronicles 7:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-8408526735016442842?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/8408526735016442842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=8408526735016442842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8408526735016442842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8408526735016442842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/02/house-of-cards.html' title='House of Cards'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S3OGVXlFM6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/ur56hoXJVvc/s72-c/House+of+Cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-8669550621290732239</id><published>2010-01-18T06:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T06:39:37.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Norm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S1RV_YvM6KI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_1L5BITJAtk/s1600-h/The+Norm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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It was a family who inherited a sailboat and decided to make a life of sailing around the world. The couple had been career people with college degrees, but got tired of the American routine of have a house, two car garage, two cars, schools, soccer games and the occasional eating out. They as a family, including their children decided to take a chance and go exploring. They home schooled or boat schooled and made port frequently and explored. When they got low on cash the husband would get a job doing just about anything he could until they made enough money to move on. The children would enroll in the local public school and learn a new language. They were very close as a family because they were all they had. It was definitely close quarters, but they learned how to adjust and realized they really didn’t need all that extra space. It was very interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course all their friends thought they were nuts. Why, because they stepped outside the norm. Anytime anyone steps outside the norm they are considered crazy. Sometimes they might be, but first you have to determine what the norm is. What is normal? It is society as a whole doing the same thing and it could be right or wrong. To step outside of this makes your weird or a freak. It could also be termed as stepping outside “The Comfort Zone.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only encouragement these people received was from elderly people. They told them what they were doing was great because they said, if you wait to do all of this when you retire or have enough money, then you probably won’t do it. He said it was wise to do this while they were young and could. When you are old, then it’s too difficult, but when you do it when you’re young you will have the ability and something to look back on when you get older. He said, you won’t have any regrets as many do when they look back and wish they would have done this or that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m not trying to get anyone to go buy a sailboat and start cruising around the world. I for one don’t really have any interest in doing that and not even when I was younger. I have been criticized for many of the adventures I’ve had. That’s ok! It was mine to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I’m really getting at is when you take a stand to follow Christ you will be criticized. I’m not talking about criticism from non-believers. I’m talking about fellow Christians. I’m not talking about becoming a radical. I’m just talking about doing it God’s way and listening to what He says in His Word. If you don’t believe me, then try it and see what happens. Christians don’t like being taken out of there comfort zones anymore that anyone else. &lt;i style=""&gt;Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and &lt;b&gt;follow&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;. Matthew 16:24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus never said it would be easy to follow Him. The norm in the church is not the same as God’s norm. Even though He never said it would be easy, He did promise to always be with us. &lt;i style=""&gt;Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." Hebrews 13:5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-8669550621290732239?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/8669550621290732239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=8669550621290732239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8669550621290732239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/8669550621290732239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/01/norm.html' title='The Norm'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S1RV_YvM6KI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_1L5BITJAtk/s72-c/The+Norm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-554050757093259154</id><published>2010-01-11T06:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:59:48.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Best?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S0sgFEuZEjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rRCCK5klojc/s1600-h/chart+graph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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I know, I know, I shouldn’t have eaten there. That’s not my point. Anyway, as I was waiting for my heart healthy cheeseburger, I noticed this young woman which had Down syndrome that was an employee there. She was small and cute as a button. The more I watched her, the more impressed I was. I don’t know what all her responsibilities were, but while I was there she was constantly doing something. Sweeping, cleaning the windows or cleaning tables. I didn’t know it at the time, but she had a message for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the last year I have lost some abilities. I think I can do the same things I used to do and my mind sometimes tells me I can, but my body doesn’t agree. I know this is something we all have to go through as we get older, but sometimes I feel cheated because I thought I should have a few more good years left before I had to deal with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It only takes me a second to look around and realize that I’m really fortunate and I should be grateful for what I have. However, it’s still a process I need to face daily. I’ve struggled with feeling that I’ve lost worth and value because of some decreasing abilities, but that young lady taught me something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;God isn’t as concerned with us doing a lot, as much as He is concerned with us doing the best we can with what we have.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This could be financial, physical, emotional or spiritual and it is based on our abilities, talents and education and so on. Our goal is to do the best with what we have. This principle is mentioned in Mark 12:41-44 it says,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins,&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;worth only a fraction of a penny. Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, "I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simply saying, give your best with what you have and don’t worry that you may not have as much as someone else. Our best can change daily and even throughout the day. I know I’m more at my best in the morning that in the afternoon. When I’m sick my best goes way down. All of us will be judged by God on what we were given, not what we think we should do or what someone else has. This is not just financially, but in all areas of our life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-554050757093259154?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/554050757093259154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=554050757093259154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/554050757093259154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/554050757093259154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-your-best.html' title='What is Your Best?'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S0sgFEuZEjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rRCCK5klojc/s72-c/chart+graph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-5504787606318913825</id><published>2010-01-05T18:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:57:56.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only...</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/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S0Pf0jA9OMI/AAAAAAAAANw/phV8uhg2oR8/s1600-h/If+only.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S0Pf0jA9OMI/AAAAAAAAANw/phV8uhg2oR8/s320/If+only.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423424470129653954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that I as well as everyone else at one time or another have made the comment, “If only!” If only I would have finished school or college, if only I would have majored in something else, if only I would have never married this person and married another, if only I wouldn’t have gotten married, if I was only healthy, if I was more attractive or more popular, if only I had this job, if only I could lose weight, if only I would have never said…, if only I would have turned right instead of left. I think you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s say for a minute you could go back and do it all again. Would you? What if you could go back, but you had no control on where, the time frame or who your family would be. Would you? Even if we could go back and change something we don’t like, who’s to know if that choice would be any better? Are you willing to take that chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the truth is we can’t go back. What is behind us is gone forever and there is nothing we can change about it. However, we have the ability to change the present, but not the future. Will we continue to worry and fret over matters we can never change and move on and start working on what we can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not talking about positive thinking; I’m talking about changing your focus. If you were to drive down the freeway constantly looking in your review mirror, then disaster is inevitable. It’s no different in your life. We learn from the past, live in the present and plan for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched this movie called Mr. Destiny. He hated his life and regretted one fatal error he believed he had made in his past. If only he would have hit that ball. He was given the opportunity to go back and change his life. Now he was a successful president of the company he was recently fired from and now he was very wealthy. From a human point of view this was paradise. Then soon he learned that there were problems in this life too, only bigger. He realized his other life wasn’t so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we keep whining about what choices or things that happened to us in the past or do we do something to make the best of what we have? It’s really not a matter of changing your mind, although it starts there, but it’s really a matter of changing your heart not as much as your circumstances. A good place to start is, “I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.” Philippians4:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we exhaust all our efforts, then we realize it was Jesus all the time. The Bible talks about vain imaginations. Simply put it means, “dwelling on things that are worthless and a waste of time.” I think Paul puts it best, Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; 2 Corinthians 10:5           Happy New Year!&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/9011629023086603708-5504787606318913825?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/5504787606318913825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=5504787606318913825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5504787606318913825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/5504787606318913825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-only.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/S0Pf0jA9OMI/AAAAAAAAANw/phV8uhg2oR8/s72-c/If+only.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-6438730246098759300</id><published>2009-12-21T07:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:13:09.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays from Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/Sy9zLFn2VXI/AAAAAAAAANo/n3SQ5xqdINg/s1600-h/Happy+Holidays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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  &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Mensch\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Have you ever wondered what God’s view of Christmas is? I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately and I really don’t think it’s what we would have imagined. I see and hear Christians getting upset and forwarding emails about how someone removed a manger scene or is no longer saying Merry Christmas, but Happy Holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all there is no where in the Bible that tells us to celebrate or to worship Christmas. Many say I’m not worshiping Christmas, I’m worshiping Christ. Are you really? Do you worship Christ the other 363 days of the year or just on Christmas and Easter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You may ask is Christmas a religious holiday? Yes and No. However, it was not originally a Christian holiday. As far as I know all Christian or religious holidays are manmade. Christians seem to go nuts trying to make it a spiritual or religious holiday and the anti-Christians are trying to make it a non-religious holiday. All while we are in this battle we forget the main point and it’s not about worshipping baby Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Go back to when you were a kid. What was it you enjoyed about Christmas? The thrill of anticipation, the cold, &lt;i style=""&gt;(no snow here. in fact I’ve never had white Christmas) &lt;/i&gt;watching the Andy Williams Christmas Special or the old Rudolf show, shopping and of course as a kid it was hoping for that new toy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember one Christmas when I was around 6 years old I had come across some coupons. Back in those days you could take them to the grocery store and exchange them for cash. I had a whole $1.25 in coupons. Then I went to the variety store and was able to buy everyone in my family &lt;i style=""&gt;(there was 6 of us)&lt;/i&gt; a Christmas gift and I even had enough left over for the wrapping paper. I’ll never forget it. It was a shiny purple. I wrapped them myself and I was so excited. It was a month long of a special feeling. Many of you probably still enjoy this today. However, the political war has been a distraction from the joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn’t help but think what would God enjoy? Many times when I think of this I try to look at it from a parent perspective. What are the things we really enjoy about our kids? For many years I’ve been the Scrooge around Christmas. I’ve always wondered why I felt that way. I believe it is because of the internal battle of Religious verses Secular.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully as we’ve gotten older we have learned to enjoy the giving more than the getting, especially if you have kids. It’s another special blessing to give to those who don’t expect it or that may be having financial troubles at this time. I cannot express the excitement I feel when I see my children having a good time, laughing, excited and getting along and when I see them reaching out to someone else, well, I couldn’t ask for anything more. I can’t help but think of the Statler Brothers song, “The Greatest Christmas Present is one that You Can’t Buy.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is when it became apparent to me that this is probably what God is experiencing too. Watching us enjoy ourselves and loving each other. It’s giving to those in need and not just at Christmas, but all year around. There is nothing I believe is more pleasing to God than seeing His children loving each other. I really doubt He cares much about all the Christmas hoopla going on at the churches or if manger scenes are set out or if we have a Christmas tree in our living room. What is your relationship to Him now where you are and where He is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe God wants us to worship Him and not Christmas and we do this by serving and loving each other. I’m sure it’s good for us to remember the arrival of Jesus on this planet. This is good, but don’t let it become a distraction of the present. Christmas to me is a time for family and Thanksgiving is as well. It is a time for us all to be together and enjoy each other and not bicker over stupid insignificant issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don’t be too concerned about keeping Christ in Christmas, but keeping the truth of Christ in our lives every day. &lt;i style=""&gt;If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good &lt;b&gt;gifts&lt;/b&gt; to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good &lt;b&gt;gifts&lt;/b&gt; to those who ask him! Matthew 7:11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011629023086603708-6438730246098759300?l=thebusstops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/feeds/6438730246098759300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011629023086603708&amp;postID=6438730246098759300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6438730246098759300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011629023086603708/posts/default/6438730246098759300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebusstops.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays-from-jesus.html' title='Happy Holidays from Jesus'/><author><name>The Bus Stop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14857587960724820477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/Sy9zLFn2VXI/AAAAAAAAANo/n3SQ5xqdINg/s72-c/Happy+Holidays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011629023086603708.post-403795401931022543</id><published>2009-12-14T07:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:46:53.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding Behind Morality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/SyZBpYXQ6vI/AAAAAAAAANg/o_DlezcOBSU/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLrmHYctHHQ/SyZBpYXQ6vI/AAAAAAAAANg/o_DlezcOBSU/s320/mask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415087781130070770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The gospel isn’t religion... Nothing hides our fellow man more than morality, and nothing hides the face of God more than religion. When we are most religious, we may be most at risk of losing touch with God.” Cornelius Plantinga, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone loved Ted. He was a most dependable person and one of the most loving people you would ever meet. He seemed to be involved in everything at the church. He was a Sunday School teacher, deacon and sang in the choir. He was involved with so many school activities and he managed to coach a baseball and soccer team. You couldn’t ask for a more perfect person. He was the perfect family man; a loving husband and a great father to his children. However, it did seem odd that his wife and the kids seemed to keep in seclusion. For some reason she never participated in the women’s functions and the kids always came home right after school. Everything they did, they did as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day out of the blue Ted’s wife took off with the kids and divorced him. The entire community was shocked. They couldn’t believe this woman could do such a thing to poor Ted. Many people came to his aid to give poor Ted comfort during his grieving period. The people of the town scorned his wife, calling her names and berating her. All the while she just kept her mouth shut because she knew it was futile t
