<?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-9145211413595108487</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:48:27.229Z</updated><title type='text'>Fishgutts</title><subtitle type='html'>...






Often the most difficult thing in life is the transition between dreaming aspiration and laborious doing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-6280190751299055881</id><published>2008-02-07T06:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T06:23:57.488Z</updated><title type='text'>Drunkenness….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R6qi0CisRvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ttOlRisBeUk/s1600-h/iloveupeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R6qi0CisRvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ttOlRisBeUk/s200/iloveupeople.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164118937652971250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Intoxicated, wasted and plastered… steamin (&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; talk), blitzed and spoiled in drunkenness…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Now love is like fine wine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Taking time to grow and develop;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and in the like it takes much experience and a wide base of sampling, even trial and error, for one to become a true connoisseur.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;As one grows in their experience they begin to develop a palette, and a genuine love and interest forms… and so it is with Love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For love too takes time to develop and grow, and afterwards a true appreciation develops and deepens, even through much trial and error… but as our palette becomes refined, we become 'drinkers' of the Divine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Now people themselves are not the wine, but His love is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And to pour that wine of His perfect love (even Jesus) into others' lives is the most loving thing we could do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To love people from a genuine and sincere heart… and not to see them as a duty, a project or an aesthetic of sophistication which we can boast to our friends, 'yes I drank this delightful 96 Bordeaux Chateau Pichon Baron last summer in France' … 'yah I evangelised 12 people this week' ....flaunting 'achievement', rather than delighting and sharing in the exquisite taste of pure love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;And so let us keep on sampling, experimenting with, and growing in our enjoyment of the Divine wine (His Love)… loving Love and truly loving people, opening wide our hearts, sincerely interested in lives, and appreciating each other's God given uniqueness and difference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so let us drink, even to the point of drunkenness with His love…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Now some speak from envy and strife (which is from selfish ambition)… and then there are others who speak from good will and love… but either way I will rejoice that His name is being made known… but the second is the better. - Phil. 1:15-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Currently I am planning on going to Tokyo and Sapporo to talk to half a dozen groups (Crusade, OMF, Calvary…) and see what possibilities I could fit into best... but whatever setting He has me in, as long as there are people there, I do not see it as being a problem… for where there are people, there is chance for Love to be shared and to flourish (for love is relational and not isolated).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be in Japan April and May, and then return to the States (for 3 months or so) to take care of visas and the such… and then hope to return long term later this Aug/Sept.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Thank you all for all your prayers and love…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so thankful to be part of the divine glory with you all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Much sincere and genuine thankfulness and love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;g-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;変&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="JA"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;な&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="JA"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;菌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="JA"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;が&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;私&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="JA"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="JA"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;人差し指&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="JA"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="JA"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;あります&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hen na kin ga watashi no hitosashiyubi ni arimasu).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;--- Translation: There is a weird fungus on my index finger.&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/9145211413595108487-6280190751299055881?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/6280190751299055881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=6280190751299055881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/6280190751299055881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/6280190751299055881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2008/02/drunkenness.html' title='Drunkenness….'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R6qi0CisRvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ttOlRisBeUk/s72-c/iloveupeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-5940626491067784910</id><published>2008-01-16T04:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:51:33.929Z</updated><title type='text'>Giving up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R42onS8yoXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G11dm4WwDXQ/s1600-h/tower+of+babel+-+BRUEGEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155962541464265074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R42onS8yoXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G11dm4WwDXQ/s200/tower+of+babel+-+BRUEGEL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If we were to gather the world's best musicians past, present and future, and assemble them into the best symphony orchestra that this world has ever seen... and putting our all into it we decided to make the most majestic song for and unto God... ...what would that really be? ...maybe at best like a sloppy finger painting from a 2-year old; colours mismatched, out of the lines, off the page, with no real skill nor technical talent. For in actuality what is the world's best to God, but a sloppy finger painting from a 2-year old... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But yet, it is that same 2-year old when he has put his whole heart into it, and despite having no technical skill nor talent, he goes to his father and says, 'hey daddy, look... I made this for you.' And it is that same father who takes this disastrous and hopeless thing of a mess, frames it and hangs it on the wall in his office, and says, 'my son made this for me,' and he looks on it with pure joy... for the father is looking at his son's heart and not his skill. And so I thank God with all my heart that He does not grade us on our skill or performance... …for if He did, none would pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As for me, I am in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt; at the moment... preparing to go to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (am looking to go over for a couple months) and talk to various people and groups to see where I might fit best. And although at this point I do not know what it will all look like (maybe even like a sloppy finger painting)... but nevertheless, whatever it is I end up doing, I hope and pray I could give it my all for Him&lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;imHimH&lt;/span&gt;... and even when that fails, I thank Him for His grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let us continue to rest in the unwavering assurance that He has taken care of it all... where we need not win His approval, but simply accept His love, mercy and grace (Jesus).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"...for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1 Samuel 16:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&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/9145211413595108487-5940626491067784910?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/5940626491067784910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=5940626491067784910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/5940626491067784910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/5940626491067784910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2008/01/giving-up.html' title='Giving up...'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R42onS8yoXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G11dm4WwDXQ/s72-c/tower+of+babel+-+BRUEGEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-3679126636890430751</id><published>2007-11-13T06:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:54:46.614Z</updated><title type='text'>Hands, feet and pancreas…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R42qCy8yoYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gCLnT7xd3Po/s1600-h/Fontainebleau06+dorsi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155964113422295426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R42qCy8yoYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gCLnT7xd3Po/s200/Fontainebleau06+dorsi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"And He gave some as apostles, and some as prophets, and some asevangelists, and some as pastors and teachers, for the equipping ofthe saints for the work of service, to the building up of the body ofChrist…" - Eph. 4:11-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophets, pastors, teachers… are these like the vitals organs of abody? … for it is the organs which supply (equip) the rest of the bodywith blood, life and nutrients (teaching, watering and nurturing)….but if this is the case, what does the rest of the body do and what isits 'work of service'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not one of its primary roles be to interact, engage and do workin the outside world? For it is the hands which pick things up and dowork, and it is the feet which move the body along and into differentenvironments across this world. But do not the working professional,the student and the family set in a neighbourhood do the same? Arethey not the ones engaging, interacting and reaching out into the'outside' world on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one type of 'missionary' (a church planter, maybe more of avital organ) who goes into an already existing community (even nation)and seeks to build a new community inviting people in, but anothertype of missionary (say a hand or a foot) goes into an alreadyexisting community and as much as he or she can becomes part of thatcommunity, interacting and working with it. Now both types ofmissionaries are needed, and maybe one can be a mix of the two… buteither way I would suggest the majority are missionaries (usually ofthe second type), seeking to make His name known in, through andamongst the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once saw a picture of a city set in complete black, not being ableto see where the sky ended and the earth began, but knowing whereeverything was… and amongst it all there were floating lightsscattered all about, here and there… one in a supermarket, two on the4th floor of this building and three across the street in that park.Interacting and spreading out amongst the darkness the lights shined…dispersed, diffused and dissolved (as much as light can dissolve indarkness) into and across the city; each seeking to fashion glory onall it touched or came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often commission (send off) our overseas 'missionaries' with honourand prestige, but when was the last time we sent the school teacher,the office worker, the architect or the plumber out into theirmissions field with prayer, support and praise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me things are moving along, having talked to quite a fewpeople… yet I still do not know in what exact capacity I will beworking in Japan… as a hand, a foot or vital organ (or maybe a mix ofall three)… but nevertheless I would really appreciate your supportand help in this venture. Unfortunately, the hands have to feed thebody and even the vital organs so they may function and survivethemselves. And so if I am to be a vital organ and you would like to'feed' me, you can send any support to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for everything He has blessed me with through you, overthe years; in all sincerity and with much love. g-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145211413595108487-3679126636890430751?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/3679126636890430751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=3679126636890430751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/3679126636890430751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/3679126636890430751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2007/11/hands-feet-and-pancreas.html' title='Hands, feet and pancreas…'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R42qCy8yoYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gCLnT7xd3Po/s72-c/Fontainebleau06+dorsi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-4327464953118480817</id><published>2007-10-23T02:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:43:33.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Crumbs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/RvhpZFq6j-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ljO-N5q_Q-Q/s1600-h/JTree06+cyclops.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113953256619020258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/RvhpZFq6j-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ljO-N5q_Q-Q/s200/JTree06+cyclops.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“…but even the little dogs eat the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.” - Matt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:time style="FONT-STYLE: italic" st="on" hour="15" minute="27"&gt;15:27&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To possess a single speck from the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mightiest&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, to gain a mere glimpse into the Holy Realm, to even taste a Divine Crumb from the Table of God… &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…for this would be enough.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A Divine Crumb for who can even imagine?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;…colossal in glory, glowing in appearance, towering higher then our largest structures and being more weighty than our heaviest ships;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;oh the shear magnitude and overwhelming breadth of a lone crumb from the Table of God!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A single gaze upon it would awe and satisfy countless days.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And yet…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;…He has not only given us crumbs, but He has set up the Seat of Honor and prepared the most lavish of all banquets for us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;(psalm 23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And He has not only canceled our debt (bringing us back to zero), but instead He has graced us with all the vast riches of the abundant Storehouses, overflowing in Wealth and pouring forth in Delight, that is the unending Treasuries of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;God&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Exceedingly and Great are the Gifts of God, soaring far beyond what the human mind and heart can comprehend.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Great are His gifts towards those who believe!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I thank God so much for the ‘First Fruits’ the small tastes of heavenly glory which I have experienced here in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Glasgow&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My heart melts when I think of all the wonderful relationships He has graced me, and I rejoice in great love for the people here.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And so when I think about the possibility of leaving this place, it does very much sadden my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Much love.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;g-&lt;/span&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/9145211413595108487-4327464953118480817?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/4327464953118480817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=4327464953118480817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/4327464953118480817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/4327464953118480817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2007/09/crumbs.html' title='Crumbs...'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/RvhpZFq6j-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ljO-N5q_Q-Q/s72-c/JTree06+cyclops.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-8773695330519511359</id><published>2007-09-25T02:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:57:30.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amnesia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvhmelq6j7I/AAAAAAAAACg/5uJoV2XWWD0/s1600-h/TMB07+cloudy+mt+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvhmelq6j7I/AAAAAAAAACg/5uJoV2XWWD0/s200/TMB07+cloudy+mt+mar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113950052573417394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;“What we are in His sight is all that we are, nothing more nothing less.” - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:8;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;Francis of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Assisi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;There are two worlds which exist, the imaginary and the Real;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;for there exists the dream and then there stands the Reality of the Real.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;The first is a world which settles like an early morning fog, but ceases when confronted by the noonday sun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has no substance nor ground on which to stand, nor does it realize the fleeting breath by which it feeds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For it passes by as a moment, not much more stable then cool water in one’s hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And yet many are subject to her and her ways, having a false confidence; a single delusioned day in which to play.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;But yet the second world knows none of these things, for in her very being is grounded Fact and her sure foundation is Truth itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More real than real could ever be; she stands clearly, distinct and assured without any wavering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Towering high she stretches into eternity far above, and yet she is immovable, anchored down, rooted firmer then the most stable of ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Definition is defined by her, Existence exists within her, Security is secured because of her …and from her all Life and Love originate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And as for the one who would settle in her shade …they shall obtain far more riches then any master, king, subject or slave.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;And so where shall we turn, and to whom shall we live?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the things of this earth are fading away, along with its passions, lusts, greed and pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in Him, in Jesus, in the place that is Right, endure the most beautiful of glories, ways, joys and delights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore let us speak what is True, let us do what is Right, and let us live in what is Real …to the glory of our God!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“whom have I in heaven but You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And besides You, I desire nothing on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:8;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;Psalm 73:25-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Much love in the One who exists, to Him be the praise, honour and glory forever and ever; and may it be so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;g-&lt;/span&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/9145211413595108487-8773695330519511359?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/8773695330519511359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=8773695330519511359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/8773695330519511359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/8773695330519511359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2007/09/amnesia.html' title='Amnesia...'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvhmelq6j7I/AAAAAAAAACg/5uJoV2XWWD0/s72-c/TMB07+cloudy+mt+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-8732655180057412443</id><published>2007-06-12T02:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T06:23:05.708Z</updated><title type='text'>One-way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R6qjoiisRxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rwXHFDdT5B0/s1600-h/Ecuador+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R6qjoiisRxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rwXHFDdT5B0/s200/Ecuador+bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164119839596103442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;A few months ago I was in my kitchen with my friend Dan;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we were contemplating life, dealing with difficulties and venting about the frustrations of this age…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but after awhile of discussion we remembered to remember Him and desired to rest in His presence and peace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Jesus said, ‘…and do this in remembrance of Me.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eat this bread and drink this wine …do this, to remember Me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the middle of circumstance we sought to remember Jesus at the cross.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But instead of the small crumb and tiny shot glass of juice that one usually gets in church, we decided to each eat a whole slice of bread and drink a full glass of drink… for in doing so we thought our remembrance would be brought to a slow contemplation of what had actually occurred 2000 years ago. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;…that with the multiple bites of the bread, we might be reminded that the cross took place through the pain staking confines of time, and how for endless hours He was subjected to immense suffering and torture;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;while with each staggered gulp of drink volumes of blood spilled out of the broken body of the Holy One… …and for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;So as I knelt on the cold kitchen floor, I thought of what was I was about to do… …its true, I was about to put to death the Perfect Creator, crucify the Christ&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;….and kill an innocent Friend!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;…as this thought ran through my heart I could not do it …I could neither eat nor drink… for how could I considered it fair to have this man suffer for my wrong doings, and how could I allow another to receive a punishment which was rightly mine to receive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so I sat there still neither eating nor drinking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;…silence settled in the room, but after some time…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;…He whispered to me, ‘There’s no other way… …if you want to meet with Me you have to go through the cross… …for there’s no other way available.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;I wanted to meet with God, but in doing so I was forced to kill the Christ… my heart broke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why should the innocent have to be punished for the guilty?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why should He have to die for me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;To meet with Him, to stand in the presence of the Perfect I myself must be perfect… for impurity can not mix with that which is Pure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Forgiveness is needed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My imperfections need to be forgiven (made right).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet forgiveness requires blood, and Perfect Forgiveness requires Perfect Blood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But why specifically blood?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why not flowers, gold or some other created thing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Yet Blood equals Love …and as it is stated, ‘Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For it can also be said that one’s life is found in their blood, and so the greatest love is even displayed when ‘one lay down his Blood for his friends.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And yet God is love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the Greatest God (Love) could of only been revealed through Dying (spilling His Blood) for His Beloved, first His Father and second for us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Could we of expected any less from our God… Love Divine, perfect in all His ways. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Again, Forgiveness requires Blood (Heb. &lt;st1:time hour="9" minute="22" st="on"&gt;9:22&lt;/st1:time&gt;), and Blood points to Love (John &lt;st1:time hour="15" minute="13" st="on"&gt;15:13&lt;/st1:time&gt;), Perfect Love produces Complete Forgiveness (1 Cor. 13:5- keeps no record of wrongs), and Complete Forgiveness requires Perfect Blood (Jesus).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;To accept God’s Forgiveness, is to accept God’s Love and to accept God’s Love is to accept God’s blood (Jesus).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those who believe in Jesus the Deliverer… have infused themselves with the love, blood (even life) and forgiveness of God, and have been allowed to enter the Perfect and Divine, even the very presence of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Glory and mighty songs of joy to our God of all Perfection.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Let us, and even if it may be hard, accept the heart grabbing gift of the Divine Love (the cross) for God has chosen it to be the Perfect and Only way. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I pray that this Perfect Love will produce all gratitude and thankfulness, compelling each of us to surrender all that we are to His majesty and service… for it the least that we could ever do, in respect to the most Amazing of all gifts. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let us glory and celebrate with a thankful heart… receiving His love, His forgiveness and His blood (even Jesus)… sharing Him (Love) with all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thank you for your love and prayers… they most certainly have been received and felt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Much love to His glory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;g-&lt;/span&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/9145211413595108487-8732655180057412443?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/8732655180057412443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=8732655180057412443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/8732655180057412443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/8732655180057412443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-way.html' title='One-way...'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R6qjoiisRxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rwXHFDdT5B0/s72-c/Ecuador+bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-5478981722763502931</id><published>2006-12-18T02:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:44:23.789Z</updated><title type='text'>This our eternal bread (2)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvhjx1q6j5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xpvjTkexeBg/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113947084751015826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvhjx1q6j5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xpvjTkexeBg/s200/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“… and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.” - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dead Poets Society&lt;/i&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If life is limited to this earth, then yes tomorrow we die.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Caught up in a series of haphazard events; quandary doldrums of listless breaths; running about with illusion abreast…for tomorrow we die.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For if tomorrow we die, then let us continue to be concerned with the worries of the day; continuing in the manner in which we each play.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Where every good intention remains as dust, and the very air we breathe subsides into an empty glory.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yet only if there were a hope, a way to be set free…a release from this tomorrow’s death.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yet once again, we pronounce Jesus as the bread of life; our provision and our sustenance for all of eternity.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Death to the one who has no bread, but life to the one who eats…and to him life all the more abundantly.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Therefore where do we place our concerns, and where do we devote our time?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is it in the dying moments of the day and the passing glory of tomorrow?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How is it that we can sometimes forget so great a glory?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For as Peter replies, “Lord, to whom shall we go?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You have the words of eternal life.” - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;John 6:68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What else do we have to do, and where else do we have to go?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is it that is placed in our agendas that is of such dire importance?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shall we not seize this our food, capture it and hold on to it with all that we are, and by all that we have.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let us eat of it Today with all gladness!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Giving of what we have been given.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So that tomorrow (and even today) we (and all those who eat) may live!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Do not labor for food which perishes, but for food which endures to everlasting life.” And furthermore, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how do you benefit if you gain the whole world, but lose your own soul in the process?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.15pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Much love, much labor, and many prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;g-&lt;/span&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/9145211413595108487-5478981722763502931?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/5478981722763502931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=5478981722763502931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/5478981722763502931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/5478981722763502931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-our-eternal-bread-part-2.html' title='This our eternal bread (2)...'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvhjx1q6j5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xpvjTkexeBg/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-4370043082411974825</id><published>2006-10-21T02:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:44:40.635Z</updated><title type='text'>This our eternal bread…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/RvhiG1q6j0I/AAAAAAAAABo/7LNvuNibxp4/s1600-h/old+dirty+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113945246505013058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/RvhiG1q6j0I/AAAAAAAAABo/7LNvuNibxp4/s200/old+dirty+hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I am the bread of life…He who eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life, and I will raise Him up on the last day.” - John 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Ernest Hemingway’s short story &lt;i&gt;The Gambler, the Nun and the Radio&lt;/i&gt;, he writes, “as it is…bread is the opium of the people.”&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We the people are bound by our need for bread; we are subject to this our need for sustenance…in the temporary, as well as in the eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God provided “temporal bread” (manna) to sustain the people during their wandering through the wilderness (Ex. 16), God provided enough “temporal bread” to feed 5000 men during Jesus’ time here on earth; but now, that is today God provides the “eternal bread” which sustains the world unto eternal life.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Concerning temporal bread we eat to the filling of our stomachs and are sustained for a while; but with eternal bread we eat (accept, believe) to the filling of our hearts and are sustained throughout all of eternity.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And again what is it in which we eat, that is believe?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is it not in God’s provision, in which He speaks of in saying, “My flesh.”&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And what is His flesh?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But the sacrifice, replacement and punishment for our sins.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Therefore the one who eats His flesh (eternal bread), accepts everlasting provision; and will never again be hungry.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hallelujah!!! &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Praise be the name of Jesus, our provision!!!&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He truly is YHWH yira, that is the “LORD our provision!” - Gen. 22:14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Much love and tender mercies.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;g- &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/9145211413595108487-4370043082411974825?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/4370043082411974825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=4370043082411974825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/4370043082411974825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/4370043082411974825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-our-eternal-bread.html' title='This our eternal bread…'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/RvhiG1q6j0I/AAAAAAAAABo/7LNvuNibxp4/s72-c/old+dirty+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-3041881435178507611</id><published>2006-07-09T03:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:55:16.742Z</updated><title type='text'>Reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvh5gFq6kBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QB6hyImltxU/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113970969064149010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvh5gFq6kBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QB6hyImltxU/s200/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reality. what a trip. i move about, i wander astray, yet it seems that it is never as real as it could be. i go for a walk, i sit for a drive, and the clouds continue to roll on by; for where is this place i claim to rest my head, where is this place i claim to live instead?&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" face="georgia"&gt;it often feels like a dream, or a blink of an eye; what is this awakening, this call in my brain - is it a stutter of reality or am i just insane? i attempt to lift my head on a rainy day, but it does not differ from cloudless rays; what is this twisting in my bones, this aching in my heart?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" face="georgia"&gt;all this may seem strange or absurd at least, but it is an unknowing from which i need relief. how much longer will this stay, how much longer shall we play in this facade stricken land; can it remain a fact of thought or will i ever see You face to face?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it’s hope that keeps me alive, keeps me running the race; for You know that it is not i, but You, that i should relate. i call upon Your name, i ask to see Your face, but i remain wandering in this land of shame. who’s to see or who’s to know the mystery for which You have called us to be. a wander am i without a home, reality torn into this body in which i was born, cannot wait for the love which i must find.&lt;/span&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/9145211413595108487-3041881435178507611?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/3041881435178507611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=3041881435178507611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/3041881435178507611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/3041881435178507611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2007/09/reality.html' title='Reality?'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvh5gFq6kBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QB6hyImltxU/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-4752251183650997883</id><published>2006-06-16T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:29:22.505Z</updated><title type='text'>Forever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R44GXy8yoZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_0yiT7EOmkQ/s1600-h/JTree06+me+kiersten+standing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156065629269303698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R44GXy8yoZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_0yiT7EOmkQ/s200/JTree06+me+kiersten+standing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As far as the east is from the west, that's how far….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was thinking about this verse and had to ask myself, 'really how far is it? …the east from the west?' … and somewhere in the middle of my contemplation I began to think of running, and running races. I thought of the painful difficulties of endurance and the pounding trials of fatigue that every runner faces, and how alwaysduring this grueling competition, at some point every runner is will ask themselves the inevitable question, 'When is this going to end?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and again …as far as the east is from the west. 'When will this ever end?' …or 'will this ever be finished?' And yet is not God's grace like this? For will we ever be able to exhaust the Grace of God? …or will His forgiving Mercies ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abundant and everlasting is God's forgiving! For His Mercies excelhigher then the imagination and His Grace engulfs the span of eternity. How great is our God, full of Mercy and Grace! And so let us rejoice and be glad in His Greatness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that we would be found in this Grace, a Grace which produces a gratitude overflowing and a thankfulness which pours itself completely into all that is done. Even as it is stated in the letter to the Romans, where for 11 chapters Paul speaks of the Grace of God,and then in the 12th Chapter he opens it up by saying, 'therefore because of ALL this grace, let us offer our bodies as living sacrifices… which is our joyous act of worship and overflowing heart of thanks.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145211413595108487-4752251183650997883?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/4752251183650997883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=4752251183650997883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/4752251183650997883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/4752251183650997883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-far-as-east-is-from-west-thats-how.html' title='Forever....'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/R44GXy8yoZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_0yiT7EOmkQ/s72-c/JTree06+me+kiersten+standing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-3569200619977375001</id><published>2006-04-08T02:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T04:41:42.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Drowning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/RvhqkVq6j_I/AAAAAAAAADA/VukHWoAeCgM/s1600-h/flood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/RvhqkVq6j_I/AAAAAAAAADA/VukHWoAeCgM/s200/flood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113954549404176370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“and they think it strange that you do not run with them in the same flood of dissipation’ - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1 Peter 4:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Day in and day out we are being faced with a persecution of the severest kind… everyday we are confronted by opposition on the left and on the right, we are being threatened in our work places and in our classrooms, we are consumed by it in our music and films, we are faced by it in our every circumstance and situation, for we can not escape this unrelenting persecution. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And our battle is one of the most deceptive all kinds, it is an attack towards the possession of our minds (and even our faith).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a battle of philosophy and belief, a war which attacks the Grace of God and seeks to destroy the Truth of His Son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today there is no truth at all, but all things are relative; today there is no God, but god is in each one; today grace and peace are found in ourselves and there is no absolute moral standard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For man has become the standard, and in doing so has set himself up as God, calling all the shots. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And so in much frustration and heartbreak I can not even begin to count the endless number of conversations which I have had, and every time I hear them say, ‘there is no truth to be found and there is no God which exists.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Day in and day out we are being overwhelmed with this flood which denies the Truth, and even God… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and “they became futile in their speculations, thoughts, imaginations and very purpose” - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ro.1:21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ‘flood of dissipation’… excess of rioting, overflowing of rebellion, the complete wasting away of…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and in this flood which totally surrounds, engulfs and overwhelms us, there are those who are drowning and those who are being saved, but as it remains all are in the flood; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;including those who believe (‘those who are brought safely through the water’ - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Peter 3:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But even though we are being preserved by being in the ark (seal of the Spirit), we are subject to the same waters which destroyed the earth, the pounding of waves, the torrents and the ‘suffering’ circumstances (in the gloomy, cold, dark days of the flood; and even for us on a crowded, damp and probably smelly ship).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet it was through the ark that eight persons were saved from the flood; so what was judgment for the one was salvation for the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it is this same ark (Christ) which saves us now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So let us not jump ship, nor be frightened by the waves and crashing of many waters, but let us hold on to the hope of the promises which will appear in the day of their coming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;…safety, rest and salvation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honestly it is so difficult here, in a place where morals do not exist and God is an imagined thought;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;now more than ever I am seeing the immense persecution (attacking of our faith) that is occurring here and overwhelming the people, even those who believe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please keep us in your prayers that we may survive this, and there are some which have already seemed to fall away, and so we pray for them all the more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pictured below are your brothers and sisters, as well as your sons and daughters, please remember us as we remember you and ask for your well being, that we all may be found firmly established in the absolute Grace and Truth of our God and Savior.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But even if we should suffer for righteousness' sake (belief in Christ), we are blessed. “And do not be afraid of their threats, nor be troubled.” - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1 Peter 3:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&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/9145211413595108487-3569200619977375001?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/3569200619977375001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=3569200619977375001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/3569200619977375001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/3569200619977375001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2007/09/drowning.html' title='Drowning...'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/RvhqkVq6j_I/AAAAAAAAADA/VukHWoAeCgM/s72-c/flood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145211413595108487.post-5704480502949612811</id><published>2006-02-10T04:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:45:01.491Z</updated><title type='text'>Naked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvh60Vq6kCI/AAAAAAAAADY/19XUqmd2DVs/s1600-h/vitruvian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113972416468127778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvh60Vq6kCI/AAAAAAAAADY/19XUqmd2DVs/s200/vitruvian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves coverings.” - Genesis 3:7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As a result of one act of disobedience, Adam and Eve perceived themselves to be naked. Now this nakedness does not speak merely of the physical, but also of the spiritual; that is their souls had become bare, forsaking the covering and protection of their fellowship with God. Tarnished from innocence, branded because of disobedience, they had produced in themselves everlasting guilt and shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How true is this of us; that we too are found to be spiritually naked. For which of us has never sinned, nor done wrong? And this wrong producing in us the same guilt and shame, as if we were to be publicly found naked. In turn, our naked souls become weathered and chapped as they are exposed to the raw elements of this world. In prevention of this, we naturally seek “fig leaves,” shelters from shame. Denying reality, we hide behind items of “importance” and issues of the day, running about in a panic trying to build for ourselves a sure foundation in which we can “trust.” But like a 2 year old child, who inefficiently tries to clothe himself, do we likewise fumble about with our inability to truly clothe ourselves. For in the end, these “fig leaves” will not protect us from the harsh elements of reality. The reality is that we are naked, and in need of a parent; that is a loving Father who will clothe us, who will cover us from our shame. We need spiritual coverings and an eternal home, “to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked… so that what is mortal will be swallowed up by life.” - 2 Cor. 5:2-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks be to God, that Jesus is the life which swallows up our shame and mortality. For in Jesus, our guilt, our shame, and our death have been taken away… completely! For what was once my burden He bore on the cross, and what was to be my punishment He took; after dying, He was buried; and then after three days He rose from the dead, proving that He has victory over death… so that whoever shall believe in Him shall not die in their shame, but have everlasting and eternal life with God the Father. Praise be to God, and glory to the name of Jesus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is this not the Gospel (Good News) of God, that because of Jesus we are no longer found to be spiritually naked. Therefore let us proclaim this on the rooftops, with all rejoicing!! And for me, please pray that I too may speak boldly, as I ought to speak. With all the gentle mercies of God the Father and our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;g-&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/9145211413595108487-5704480502949612811?l=fishgutts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/feeds/5704480502949612811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145211413595108487&amp;postID=5704480502949612811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/5704480502949612811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145211413595108487/posts/default/5704480502949612811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishgutts.blogspot.com/2007/09/naked_25.html' title='Naked...'/><author><name>Current location:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OvKq4_0DA/Rvh60Vq6kCI/AAAAAAAAADY/19XUqmd2DVs/s72-c/vitruvian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
