<?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-7708337414343547281</id><updated>2011-07-09T17:38:12.725-04:00</updated><category term='Dorothy Parker'/><category term='Sojourn'/><category term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><category term='Verse study'/><category term='C.S. 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Lockridge'/><category term='Kay Arthur'/><category term='Ed McCully'/><category term='William Cowper'/><category term='Come Weary Saints'/><category term='Kuyper'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Max Lucado'/><category term='Jim Elliot'/><category term='Voice of the Martyrs'/><category term='Reformation'/><category term='Pyongyang'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Morning and Evening'/><category term='Keith and Kristyn Getty'/><category term='Samarai Stranger'/><category term='Psalm 73'/><category term='Zinzendorf'/><title type='text'>Random Readings</title><subtitle type='html'>Quotes, lyrics and various readings of faith, surrender, hope and praise</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessica</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>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2057000200561932814</id><published>2009-05-09T08:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:14:57.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Elliot'/><title type='text'>Distractions to Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SgVzdZ5PacI/AAAAAAAAEq8/m7837I9qqo4/s1600-h/prayer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333796282694592962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SgVzdZ5PacI/AAAAAAAAEq8/m7837I9qqo4/s320/prayer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distractions to Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one who has tried to pray for more than a few seconds at a time would claim that he is never distracted. It is astonishing to note how insistently and immediately irrelevant matters come to mind, noises occur, things to be attended to are remembered, people interrupt, and even physical discomforts or pains bother us which we had not noticed until we tried to pray. These things are, of course, the work of the master saboteur of souls, who knows how to render our spiritual machinery useless, by the loosening of the tiniest screw or the loss of the smallest nut.&lt;br /&gt;Distractions can be useful. They provide constant reminders of our human weakness. We recognize in them how earthbound we are, and then how completely we must depend on the help of the Holy Spirit to pray in and through us. We are shown, by a thousand trivialities, how trivial are our concerns. The very effort to focus, even for a minute, on higher things, is foiled, and we see that prayer--the prerequisite for doing anything for God--cannot be done without Him.&lt;br /&gt;We are not, however, left to fend for ourselves. "The Spirit too comes to help us in our weakness. For when we cannot choose words in order to pray properly, the Spirit himself expresses our plea in a way that could never be put into words, and God who knows everything in our hearts knows perfectly well what he means, and that the pleas of the saints expressed by the Spirit are according to the mind of God" (Romans 8:26-27 JB).&lt;br /&gt;(Elisabeth Elliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2057000200561932814?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2057000200561932814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2057000200561932814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2057000200561932814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2057000200561932814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/05/distractions-to-prayer.html' title='Distractions to Prayer'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SgVzdZ5PacI/AAAAAAAAEq8/m7837I9qqo4/s72-c/prayer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6545075533315816747</id><published>2009-05-05T12:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:00:52.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Elliot'/><title type='text'>Notes on Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SgBwZNhRQLI/AAAAAAAAEqc/SvkJRQOLfJI/s1600-h/prayer5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332385537234911410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SgBwZNhRQLI/AAAAAAAAEqc/SvkJRQOLfJI/s320/prayer5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some readings on prayer, by Elisabeth Elliot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes on Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Prayer is no game. Even if you are part of a "team," as when others join you in prayer, you are not cheered on by spectators or coached by any experts. You won't get any trophies--not on this side of the Jordan, anyway. It's not likely you'll get any credit at all. For some people prayer might fall into the category of "fun," but that's not usually the reason we pray. It's a matter of need and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is work because a Christian simply can't "make a living" without it. He can't live a Christian life at all if he doesn't pray.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is the opposite of leisure. It's something to be engaged in, not indulged in. It's a job you give first priority to, performing not when you have energy left for nothing else. "Pray when you feel like praying," somebody has said. "Pray when you don't feel like praying. Pray until you do feel like praying." If we pray only "at our leisure"--that is, at our own convenience--can we be true disciples? Jesus said, "Anyone who wants to follow me must put aside his own desires and conveniences" (Luke 9:23 LB).&lt;br /&gt;The apostle Paul did use an analogy from sports to describe prayer. He said we "wrestle." In the wrestling of a Christian in prayer, "our fight is not against any physical enemy: it is against organizations and powers that are spiritual. We are up against the unseen power that controls this dark world, and spiritual agents from the very headquarters of evil" (Eph. 6:12, Phillips). Seldom do we consider the nature of our opponent, and that is to his advantage. When we do recognize him for what he is, however, we have an inkling as to why prayer is never easy. It's the weapon that Unseen Power dreads most, and if he can get us to treat it casually he can keep his hold.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is like incense. It costs a great deal. It doesn't seem to accomplish much (as we mortals assess things). It soon dissipates. But God likes the smell. It was God's idea to arrange the work of the tabernacle to include a special altar for incense. We can be pretty sure he included all that was necessary and nothing that was unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;Christ prayed. He offered thanksgiving, he interceded for others, he made petitions. That the Son--co-equal, co-eternal, consubstantial with the Father--should come to the Father in prayer is a mystery. That we, God's children, should be not only permitted but commanded also to come is a mystery. How can we change things by prayer? How "move" a sovereign and omnipotent God? We do not understand. We simply obey because it is a law of the universe, as we obey other laws of the universe, knowing only that this is how things have been arranged: the book falls to the floor in obedience to the law of gravity if I let go of it. Spiritual power is released through prayer.&lt;br /&gt;One way of laying down our lives is by praying for somebody. In prayer I am saying, in effect, "my life for yours." My time, my energy, my thought, my concern, my concentration, my faith--here they are, for you. So it is that I participate in the work of Christ. So it is that no work of faith, no labour of love, no smallest prayer is ever lost, but, like the smoke of the incense on the golden altar, rises from the hand of the angel before God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray Hard, Work Tirelessly:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think of these two things as in opposition. The Bible never places them so, but shows how perfectly they harmonize. Prayer is one kind of work, necessary to the proper doing of all other kinds. When we pray, we are in touch with God, expectant, trusting: He is at work. He does what we cannot do. We are to be at work also, doing what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;In Paul's closing remarks to the Christians in Colossae he includes greetings from Epaphras.&lt;br /&gt;He prays hard for you all the time....He works tirelessly for you. (Col 4:12-13 NEB)&lt;br /&gt;As we pray, the Lord frequently shows us what we ourselves can do to cooperate with Him in bringing about the answer. Let us listen as we pray. Then let us go out and work tirelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Bother to Pray?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God is sovereign, and things will be as they are going to be anyway, why bother to pray? There are several reasons. The first is really all we need to know: God has told us to pray. It is a commandment, and if we love Him we obey his commands.&lt;br /&gt;Second, Jesus prayed. People sometimes say that the only reason for prayer is that we need to be changed. Certainly we do, but that is not the only reason to pray. Jesus was not being made more holy by prayer. He was communing with his Father. He was asking for things. He thanked God. In his Gethsemane prayer He was beseeching the Father to prevent what was about to take place. He was also laying down his own will.&lt;br /&gt;Third, prayer is a law of the universe. As God ordained that certain physical laws should govern the operation of this universe, so He has ordained the spiritual law. Books simply will not stay put on the table without the operation of gravity-- although God could cause them, by divine fiat, to stay. Certain things simply will not happen without the operation of prayer, although God could cause them, by divine fiat, to happen. The Bible is full of examples of people doing what they could do and asking God to do what they couldn't do. In other words, the pattern given to us is both to work and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6545075533315816747?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6545075533315816747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6545075533315816747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6545075533315816747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6545075533315816747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-readings-on-prayer-by-elisabeth.html' title='Notes on Prayer'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SgBwZNhRQLI/AAAAAAAAEqc/SvkJRQOLfJI/s72-c/prayer5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-5241608933360310849</id><published>2009-04-22T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:00:57.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Pick Up Your Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Se8iqrPIzNI/AAAAAAAAEoc/YPrySDxrQAM/s1600-h/Cross.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327515000758652114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Se8iqrPIzNI/AAAAAAAAEoc/YPrySDxrQAM/s320/Cross.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus invites us to be his disciples. If we choose to accept his loving invitation, we must understand that there are certain conditions to be fulfilled. One of them is a willingness to accept the cross. Is this a once-for-all taking up of one particular burden? I don't think so. It seems to me that my "cross" is each particular occasion when I am given the chance to "die"--that is, to offer up my own will whenever it crosses Christ's. This happens very often. A disagreement with my husband can cause an argument and harsh words, even if the matter is ridiculously small--"When are you going to get that dashboard light fixed in the car?" I have already mentioned the light three times. It may be time to keep my mouth shut, but I don't want to keep my mouth shut. Here, then, is a chance to die. A decision which affects both of us may be a fairly big one, but we find ourselves on two sides of the fence. One of us, then, must "die." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is never easy for me. Shall I make excuses for myself (that's the way I am; it's my personality; it's the way I was raised; I'm tired; I can't hack it; it doesn't turn me on; you don't understand)--or shall I pick up this cross? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps my illustration seems to trivialize the cross of Christ. His was so unimaginably greater. What cross could I possibly take up which would be analogous? Just here is the lesson for me: when Jesus took up his cross, He was saying yes with all his being to the will of the Father. If I am unwilling to say yes in even a very little thing, how shall I accept a more painful thing? What sort of practice does it take for a disciple to learn to follow the Crucified? A friend hurts us, a plan goes awry, an effort fails--small things indeed. But then cancer strikes, a daughter marries unwisely, a business folds, a wife abandons her home and family. The call still comes to us: Take up your cross and come with Me. With You, Lord? Yes, with Me. Will You give me strength and show me the way? That was my promise--is it my custom to break promises?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Elisabeth Elliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-5241608933360310849?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/5241608933360310849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=5241608933360310849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5241608933360310849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5241608933360310849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-up-your-cross.html' title='Pick Up Your Cross'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/Se8iqrPIzNI/AAAAAAAAEoc/YPrySDxrQAM/s72-c/Cross.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-770465308164502353</id><published>2009-04-21T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:02:37.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Die Quickly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Se5eX-ZbuNI/AAAAAAAAEoU/nghWteZt1sc/s1600-h/armsup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327299175205550290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Se5eX-ZbuNI/AAAAAAAAEoU/nghWteZt1sc/s320/armsup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To hold onto something with a desperate grip is not the way to die. Death is a painful process, and restoratives offered to the dying wretch bound to his wheel only prolong his agony. There are times when the thing to do is simply to die. I am thinking, of course, of dying to the self. We clutch so tenaciously to our rights, hopes, ambitions, something to which God has perhaps said a plain no. If would-be comforters offer us consolation and sympathy, if they assist us to strengthen our grasp when it should be loosened, they do not love us as God loves us. The way into life is death, and if we refuse it we are refusing Him who showed us that way and no other. The love which is strong as death is not only willing to save the beloved, it is willing to seem, if necessary, pitiless, insensitive, unloving, if that is what will help the beloved to die--that is, to be released from the bondage of self, which is death, and thus enter the gateway of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Archbishop Fenelon wrote to the countess of Montberon, "You want to die, but to die without any pain.... You must give all or nothing when God asks it. If you have not the courage to give at least let Him take."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Elisabeth Elliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-770465308164502353?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/770465308164502353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=770465308164502353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/770465308164502353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/770465308164502353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/04/die-quickly.html' title='Die Quickly'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/Se5eX-ZbuNI/AAAAAAAAEoU/nghWteZt1sc/s72-c/armsup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4545829941581394036</id><published>2009-04-20T08:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:11:17.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Faith Is Holding Out Your Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SexmDEZbxfI/AAAAAAAAEY4/nin9stSFK_Y/s1600-h/handsup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326744662178514418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SexmDEZbxfI/AAAAAAAAEY4/nin9stSFK_Y/s320/handsup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes when I was a child my mother or father would say, "Shut your eyes and hold out your hand." That was the promise of some lovely surprise. I trusted them, so I shut my eyes instantly and held out my hand. Whatever they were going to give me I was ready to take. So it should be in our trust of our heavenly Father. Faith is the willingness to receive whatever He wants to give, or the willingness not to have what He does not want to give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am content to be and have what in Thy heart I am meant to be and have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--(George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the greatest of all gifts, salvation in Christ, to the material blessings of any ordinary day (hot water, a pair of legs that work, a cup of coffee, a job to do and strength to do it), every good gift comes down from the Father of Lights. Every one of them is to be received gladly and, like gifts people give us, with thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we want things we were not meant to have. Because He loves us, the Father says no. Faith trusts that no. Faith is willing not to have what God is not willing to give. Furthermore, faith does not insist upon an explanation. It is enough to know his promise to give what is good--He knows so much more about that than we do.&lt;br /&gt;(Elisabeth Elliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4545829941581394036?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4545829941581394036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4545829941581394036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4545829941581394036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4545829941581394036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/04/faith-is-holding-out-your-hand.html' title='Faith Is Holding Out Your Hand'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SexmDEZbxfI/AAAAAAAAEY4/nin9stSFK_Y/s72-c/handsup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2933875057888821222</id><published>2009-04-05T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:05:26.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voice of the Martyrs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Korea'/><title type='text'>Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Sdjr1c4zsfI/AAAAAAAAEJA/WakJcUao6yo/s1600-h/witness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321262263258296818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Sdjr1c4zsfI/AAAAAAAAEJA/WakJcUao6yo/s320/witness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend (March 28th) there was a Voice of the Martyrs conference in Mississauga, Ontario. We were immensely blessed to hear from Mr. Kim Sung Min, who shared his story. It was a very powerful story to hear, and the church where the conference took place &lt;a href="http://citycentrebaptist.ca/files/76/files/The_Voice_of_Martrys_Mr._Kim_Edited.mp3"&gt;recorded his speech&lt;/a&gt;. So I want to link to it &lt;a href="http://citycentrebaptist.ca/files/76/files/The_Voice_of_Martrys_Mr._Kim_Edited.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, in hopes that you'll get a chance to listen to it yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is some information from The Voice of the Martyrs blog about Mr. Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kim Sung Min, a former propaganda officer for the North Korean Army, is now fighting for the freedom and faith of his home country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once a diehard socialist, Mr. Kim became disillusioned when he saw the lack of freedom and opportunity in North Korea while serving in the military. After defecting, being arrested and escaping again, Mr. Kim began spreading a new message of hope and liberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Kim’s eyes were opened to the modern-day Holocaust that was going on around him in North Korea, where Christianity is illegal and even failing to keep a portrait of Kim Jong-Il clean can mean being sent to a political prison camp. Like thousands of other North Koreans, he defected to China. But his newfound Christian faith compelled him to spread that message of hope to his fellow North Koreans. So, he became a prominent freedom fighter and advocate for religious freedom for North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Kim founded Free North Korean Radio and now is leading another effort—training North Korean exiles through Underground University to return to their homeland to serve and grow the North Korean church. Mr. Kim serves as Dean of Underground University in Seoul, South Korea — a joint project of Seoul USA and The Voice of the Martyrs-Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2933875057888821222?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2933875057888821222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2933875057888821222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2933875057888821222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2933875057888821222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/04/testimony.html' title='Testimony'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/Sdjr1c4zsfI/AAAAAAAAEJA/WakJcUao6yo/s72-c/witness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-3264532252694745111</id><published>2009-03-22T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:47:57.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warren Wiersbe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Being a Lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/ScZ5A9rBr-I/AAAAAAAAEBU/5y_oGaAxuLI/s1600-h/glasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316069467619438562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/ScZ5A9rBr-I/AAAAAAAAEBU/5y_oGaAxuLI/s320/glasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a Lens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Scripture verses: Psalm 35:22-28; Philippians 1:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Each of us is a lens that magnifies what we live for. People can look at and through our lives and see what is really important to us. The athlete magnifies his sport, his team and his winning record. The musician magnifies the instrument he plays. The scholar magnifies his discipline. As God's people, we should magnify the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sinner, however, wants to magnify only himself. David said, "Let them be ashamed and brought to mutual confusion who rejoice at my hurt; let them be clothed with shame and dishonor who magnify themselves against me" (v. 26). Notice the phrase "who magnify themselves against me." Whenever you live to magnify yourself, you are always against someone else. This means competition. And God doesn't want us to live competitively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our great desire should be to magnify the Lord, not ourselves. David said, "Let them shout for joy and be glad, who favor my righteous cause; and let them say continually, 'Let the Lord be magnified'" (v. 27). The Apostle Paul said, "Christ will be magnified in my body, whether by life or by death" (Phil. 1:20). Are you magnifying the Lord today? Can people listen to your words, look at your life, measure your actions and say, "She belongs to the Lord. He belongs to the Lord"? It's important that people see the Lord, not us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The most important quality of a lens is cleanliness. When the lenses of my glasses get dirty, I see the dirt. So I have to clean them. When we are dirty, people see us rather than the Lord. Let's keep our lives clean today. Let's magnify the Lord together; He is worthy of all praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christians are on display before the world. What an opportunity and responsibility you have to impact others for Christ! If you love the Lord, you will want to magnify Him. Watch your words and actions. Are you living for Jesus? Keep the lens of your life clean so that He may be magnified through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Warren Wiersbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-3264532252694745111?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/3264532252694745111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=3264532252694745111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3264532252694745111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3264532252694745111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-lens.html' title='Being a Lens'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/ScZ5A9rBr-I/AAAAAAAAEBU/5y_oGaAxuLI/s72-c/glasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-473502884430346296</id><published>2009-03-03T08:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:58:12.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hymns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Cowper'/><title type='text'>O For A Closer Walk With God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Sa02KzE05fI/AAAAAAAADs0/xtx41ZnQT_c/s1600-h/walking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308959094876726770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Sa02KzE05fI/AAAAAAAADs0/xtx41ZnQT_c/s320/walking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; My pastor had mentioned a hymn by William Cowper, who is one of my favourite hymn writers. But this was one I had never heard. So I looked it up and have really come to appreciate its words and so I thought I'd share them today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O For A Closer Walk With God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by William Cowper, 1772&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O for a closer walk with God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A calm and heavenly frame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A light to shine upon the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That leads me to the Lamb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where is the blessedness I knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When first I saw the Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where is the soul refreshing view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of Jesus and His Word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How sweet their memory still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But they have left an aching void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The world can never fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Return, O holy Dove, return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet messenger of rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate the sins that made Thee mourn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And drove Thee from my breast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The dearest idol I have known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whate’er that idol be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Help me to tear it from Thy throne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And worship only Thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So shall my walk be close with God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Calm and serene my frame;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So purer light shall mark the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That leads me to the Lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-473502884430346296?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/473502884430346296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=473502884430346296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/473502884430346296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/473502884430346296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-for-closer-walk-with-god.html' title='O For A Closer Walk With God'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/Sa02KzE05fI/AAAAAAAADs0/xtx41ZnQT_c/s72-c/walking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6760725277133428989</id><published>2009-02-28T08:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:21:52.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Isaiah 53</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Sak3sglzNxI/AAAAAAAADss/6EMlqrV1a0U/s1600-h/Bible6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307834873635092242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Sak3sglzNxI/AAAAAAAADss/6EMlqrV1a0U/s320/Bible6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love reading different translations of the Bible. Often I find that reading a different translation helps me understand a specific verse I've been looking at. This week I heard someone read Isaiah 53 from The Message, and I loved the way it was worded. I've never turned to The Message while studying Scripture, but sometimes I find the simplicity of the wording in it to be very impacting; like this section in Isaiah 53:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Who believes what we've heard and seen? Who would have&lt;br /&gt;thought God's saving power would look like this?&lt;br /&gt;2-6 The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a scrubby plant in a parched field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was nothing attractive about him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing to cause us to take a second look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was looked down on and passed over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One look at him and people turned away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We looked down on him, thought he was scum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We thought he brought it on himself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that God was punishing him for his own failures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it was our sins that did that to him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He took the punishment, and that made us whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through his bruises we get healed.&lt;br /&gt;We're all like sheep who've wandered off and gotten lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We've all done our own thing, gone our own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And God has piled all our sins, everything we've done wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on him, on him.&lt;br /&gt;7-9 He was beaten, he was tortured,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but he didn't say a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and like a sheep being sheared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;he took it all in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Justice miscarried, and he was led off—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and did anyone really know what was happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He died without a thought for his own welfare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;beaten bloody for the sins of my people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They buried him with the wicked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;threw him in a grave with a rich man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though he'd never hurt a soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or said one word that wasn't true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 Still, it's what God had in mind all along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to crush him with pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so that he'd see life come from it—life, life, and more life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And God's plan will deeply prosper through him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6760725277133428989?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6760725277133428989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6760725277133428989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6760725277133428989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6760725277133428989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/isaiah-53.html' title='Isaiah 53'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/Sak3sglzNxI/AAAAAAAADss/6EMlqrV1a0U/s72-c/Bible6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6813629463952563542</id><published>2009-02-27T08:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:38:54.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>"O Lord!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Safq7yx_mzI/AAAAAAAADsk/6MyYyE_4q40/s1600-h/bird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307468998844062514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/Safq7yx_mzI/AAAAAAAADsk/6MyYyE_4q40/s320/bird.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The following is an excerpt by Elisabeth Elliot from her book &lt;em&gt;On Asking God Why&lt;/em&gt;. It contains a bit of her personal story - of some of the trials she's faced - and how God has led her through them. It is a great reminder of God's constancy, no matter how we feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thirty years ago I was standing beside a shortwave radio in a house on the Atun Yacu, one of the principal headwaters of the Amazon, when I learned that my husband, Jim Elliot, was one of the five missionaries missing. They had gone into the territory of the Auca Indians, a people who had never heard even the name of Jesus Christ. What did I do? I suppose I said out loud, "O Lord!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he answered me. Not with an audible voice (I've never heard him speak that way in my life). But God brought to mind an ancient promise from the Book of Isaiah: "&lt;em&gt;I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, and through the rivers, they will not overwhelm you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned....For I am the Lord your God&lt;/em&gt;" (Isaiah 43:1, 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l am the Lord your God. Think of it! The One who engineered this incredible universe with such exquisite precision that astronomers can predict exactly where and when Halley's comet will appear--this God is my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn Underhill said, "If God were small enough to be understood, He would not be big enough to be worshiped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we imagine that God, who is concerned with so many stupendous things, can possibly be concerned about us? We do imagine it. We hope he is. That is why we turn to him in desperation and cry out, as I did, "O Lord!" Where else can we possibly turn when we have come to the end of our resources?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God love us? Karl Barth, the great theologian, was once asked if he could condense all the theology he had ever written into one simple sentence.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he said. "I can. 'Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the account of the Crucifixion in Mark 15. Jesus was fastened to a cross. It was a man-made cross, and man-made nails were hammered through his hands--the hands that had formed the galaxies. Wicked men put him up there. Then they flung at him a bold and insolent challenge: "If you're the Son of God, come down! Then we'll believe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he come down? No. He stayed there. He could have summoned an army of angels to rescue him, but he stayed there. Why? Because he loved us with a love that gives everything.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the love of the father for us, he gave his son. Because of the love of the son for his father, he was willing to die, "&lt;em&gt;so that by God's gracious will, in tasting death, he should stand for us all&lt;/em&gt;" (Hebrews 2:9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard Jim was missing, my first response was "O Lord!" God answered by giving me a promise: "&lt;em&gt;When you pass through the waters, I will be with you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that enough for me? Was that all I wanted? No, I wanted Jim back alive. I didn't want to go through that deep river, that dark tunnel. Five days later I got another radio message: Jim was dead. All five of the men were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God hadn't worked any magic. He is not a talisman, a magic charm to carry in our pocket and stroke to get whatever we want. He could have sent a rescue squad of angels to save Jim and the others, but he didn't. Why not? Didn't he love us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen years later God brought another man into my life. I thought it was a miracle I'd gotten married the first time! Now, once again, I was a wife.&lt;br /&gt;However, Addison Leitch and I had not yet reached our fourth anniversary when we learned he had cancer. O Lord, I thought, another dark tunnel. The medical verdict was grim, but we prayed for healing. We did not know positively what the outcome would be, but we knew our Father. We had to keep turning our eyes from the frightening things to him, knowing him to be utterly faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever dark tunnel we may be called upon to travel through, God has been there. Whatever deep waters seem about to drown us, he has traversed. &lt;strong&gt;Faith is not merely "feeling good about God" but a conscious choice, even in the utter absence of feelings or external encouragements, to obey his Word when he says, "Trust Me." This choice has nothing to do with mood but is a deliberate act of laying hold on the character of God whom circumstances never change&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he love us? &lt;em&gt;No, no, no&lt;/em&gt; is what our circumstances seem to say. We cannot deduce the fact of his unchanging love from the evidence we see around us. Things are a mess. Yet to turn our eyes back to the Cross of Calvary is to see the irrefutable proof that has stood all the tests of the ages: "&lt;em&gt;It is by this that we know what love is: that Christ laid down his life for us&lt;/em&gt;" (John 3:16 NEB).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6813629463952563542?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6813629463952563542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6813629463952563542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6813629463952563542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6813629463952563542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-lord.html' title='&quot;O Lord!&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/Safq7yx_mzI/AAAAAAAADsk/6MyYyE_4q40/s72-c/bird.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-1723623029141252431</id><published>2009-02-25T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:33:16.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voice of the Martyrs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persecution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Alert'/><title type='text'>P&amp;PA - Feb. 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persecution.net/pnp.htm#1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306835526215361906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaWqy1V9ZXI/AAAAAAAADsc/YoKhZJldbPY/s320/pnp_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persecution.net/pnp.htm#1"&gt;VOM - P&amp;amp;PA for February 25th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7708337414343547281-1723623029141252431?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/1723623029141252431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=1723623029141252431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1723623029141252431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1723623029141252431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-feb-25.html' title='P&amp;PA - Feb. 25'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaWqy1V9ZXI/AAAAAAAADsc/YoKhZJldbPY/s72-c/pnp_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6845764687683828493</id><published>2009-02-24T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:08:16.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John MacArthur'/><title type='text'>Teach Me To Pray, pt.8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaPwaM7GbtI/AAAAAAAADb4/jKPwqD2qyt4/s1600-h/cross+in+hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306349118908952274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaPwaM7GbtI/AAAAAAAADb4/jKPwqD2qyt4/s320/cross+in+hand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chapter 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motivations To Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How devoted are you to prayer? Do you pray as often and for as many things as you ought? If you are like most of us, you will answer with a definite “no.” Every Christian ought to ask, “Is something lacking in my spiritual life? Am I really motivated to pray if I don’t pray as I should?” Scriptures give us plenty of motivations to overcome our lack of prayer. For example: Psalm 37:4; Luke 11:9-10; 1 John 5:14-15&lt;br /&gt;More motivations are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire For The Lord’s Glory&lt;/strong&gt; – Our desire for the Lord’s glory should be the first and foremost motivation for prayer. When we pray for God to be exalted, that His plan and promises be fulfilled, we are not praying for self; we are praying for Him, because we desire that the Lord be glorified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire For Fellowship With God&lt;/strong&gt; – Another motivation to prayer stems from a genuine longing to be in the presence of God. That longing often begins when our heart feels lonely, estranged, or cut off from the Lord and therefore cries out for fellowship with Him. (ie: Psalm 42:1-2; Psalm 63:1-2; Psalm 84:1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire For Needs To Be Met&lt;/strong&gt; – Christians should also be motivated to pray because they desire the Father to answer the concerns of their hearts with power and blessing. We need to pray for our needs every day, even if it’s simply to thank God for so mercifully supplying them when we don’t deserve anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire For Wisdom&lt;/strong&gt; – (James 1:5) If you believe that you don’t need divine wisdom as you live in a sinful world, you’re really deceived. When Jesus taught us to pray, He said, “Do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one” (Matthew 6:13). That is a prayer for spiritual discernment, or spiritual wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire For Deliverance From Trouble&lt;/strong&gt; – Periods of great difficulty tend to prompt us to unceasing prayer as we realize there is no human way of deliverance from our dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire For Relief From Fear And Worry&lt;/strong&gt; – All believers can identify with the desire for relief from fear. If you’re in distress and experiencing fear, worry, anxiety, and depression, what should you do? Go to the Lord in persistent, continual prayer and you will experience His peace and find the right answers to all your questions and problems. (Philippians 4:6-7; Psalm 4:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire To Offer Thanks For Past Blessing&lt;/strong&gt; – If we have a thankful heart and remember all that the Lord, in His goodness, has done for us in the past, that ought to motivate us to pray and at least offer God a simple thanks. (ie: Psalm 44:1-4; 1 Thessalonians 1:2-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire To Be Free From The Guilt Of Sin&lt;/strong&gt; – Along with Psalm 51, Psalm 32 is a classic psalm that addresses the penitent believer’s desire to be freed from sin’s guilt. The desires that motivated David ought to prompt us to incessant, penitential confession so that we also remain free from the guilt of unconfessed sin, and have the joy of salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire For The Salvation Of the Lost&lt;/strong&gt; – When you’re compassionately concerned about lost people, you will be moved to pray for their salvation. (ie: 1 Timothy 2:1-4; Romans 10:1; 2 Peter 3:9). If we don’t pray unceasingly for the lost, then something is lacking concerning our compassion for them and we need to ask God to give us a new desire to pray for the unsaved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Desire For The Spiritual Growth Of Other Believers&lt;/strong&gt; – Paul was a model in praying for others’ spiritual growth (Ephesians 1:15-19; Ephesians 3:14-21; Colossians 1:9-12). We often take for granted that fellow Christians will increase in their knowledge of the Lord. But He wants us to make that increase an object of regular prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Key To Prayer Motivation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are not following the mandate to “pray without ceasing” (1 Thessalonians 5:17), something is wrong with our desire to pray, something is missing at the motivational level. …The only sure way to prompt and sustain a quality prayer life is to maintain a regular and disciplined study of the Word of God. The more you find God’s person, character, and majesty revealed on the pages of Scripture, the more you’ll want to fellowship with Him through prayer. And the more you study the Bible and discover how God wants to provide everything to meet all the needs of His children, the more you’ll be prompted to pray to that end. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;The apostle Paul admonished us to “pray without ceasing,” and that should be our way of life. Start today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Prayer Of Charles Spurgeon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw us nearer, Lord, draw us into the inner Sanctuary; draw us within the place which once was hidden by the veil which Christ has rent; bring us right up to the throne of grace, and there beholding the glory of God above the Mercy Seat may we have communion with the Most High. Today help Thy people to put on Christ. May we live as those who are alive from the dead, for He is the quickening Spirit; and may we feel Him to be so. If any part of us is still dead, Lord, quicken it. May the life which has taken possession of our heart take possession of our head; may the brain be active in holy thought; may our entire being, indeed, respond to the life of Christ, and may we live in newness of life. We would fain fall down on our faces and worship the Son of God today. It is such a wonder that He should have loved us; and He has done such wonderful things for us and in us that we may still call Him God’s unspeakable gift. He is unspeakably precious to our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture verses mentioned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:4 - &lt;em&gt;Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 11:9-10 - &lt;em&gt;So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 5:14-15 - &lt;em&gt;This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 42:1-2 - &lt;em&gt;As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 63:1-2 - &lt;em&gt;O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 84:1-2 - &lt;em&gt;How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:5 - &lt;em&gt;If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:13 - &lt;em&gt;And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6-7 - &lt;em&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 4:1 - &lt;em&gt;Answer me when I call to you, O my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 44:1-4 - &lt;em&gt;We have heard with our ears, O God; our fathers have told us what you did in their days, in days long ago. With your hand you drove out the nations and planted our fathers; you crushed the peoples and made our fathers flourish. It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, for you loved them. You are my King and my God, who decrees victories for Jacob.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 1:2-3 - &lt;em&gt;We always thank God for all of you, mentioning you in our prayers. We continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labour prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 2:1-4 - &lt;em&gt;I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone— for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Saviour, who wants all men to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 10:1 - &lt;em&gt;Brothers, my heart's desire and prayer to God for the Israelites is that they may be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Peter 3:9 - &lt;em&gt;The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 1:15-19 - &lt;em&gt;For this reason, ever since I heard about your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints, I have not stopped giving thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers. I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better. I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is like the working of his mighty strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:14-21 - &lt;em&gt;For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 1:9-12 - &lt;em&gt;For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you and asking God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding. And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:17 - &lt;em&gt;pray continually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6845764687683828493?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6845764687683828493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6845764687683828493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6845764687683828493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6845764687683828493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-to-pray-pt8.html' title='Teach Me To Pray, pt.8'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaPwaM7GbtI/AAAAAAAADb4/jKPwqD2qyt4/s72-c/cross+in+hand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4753241859406729825</id><published>2009-02-23T08:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:39:51.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John MacArthur'/><title type='text'>Teach Me To Pray, pt.7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaKmuLO4BaI/AAAAAAAADbw/wK5RsVJaSOE/s1600-h/hole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986623215240610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaKmuLO4BaI/AAAAAAAADbw/wK5RsVJaSOE/s320/hole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chapter 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindrances of Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like most believers, you find that prayer, in spite of its amazing, blessed benefits, is a difficult spiritual duty to fulfill. There are some important reasons why prayer is so often difficult for us – what we might call hindrances to prayer. The main hindrance is the general presence of sin. And the other most common hindrances to our prayers are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carnality And Unconcern&lt;/strong&gt; – When we were born anew, God imputed to us Christ’s payment for sin’s penalty (1 Peter 3:18) and removed sin’s controlling power (Romans 6:5-7; Galatians 2:19-20), but the tendency to evil remains within us. One word that best characterizes our flesh is “selfishness,” the tendency to focus on our own will and interests and against God’s. Such self-centeredness easily hinders us from praying as we ought. Our carnal selfishness also makes us totally unconcerned about the needs of others. Before you go to the Lord in prayer, make sure you are not being indifferent to the needs of others, or praying for yourself as if you were isolated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Unforgiving Spirit&lt;/strong&gt; – An unwillingness to forgive others is another specific sin that can hinder prayer (Mark 11:25). Before God will hear your prayers, you need to forgive anyone who has offended you. We cannot truly worship God or expect Him to answer our prayers if we harbour resentment or bitterness for someone. How can we ask God to pour out all of His love, mercy, and grace on us – undeserving sinners – if we won’t forgive and be reconciled to another undeserving sinner? When we refuse to forgive we also forfeit the inner peace, spiritual power, and spiritual growth that the Lord would otherwise grant through our prayers. Before you ask God to be gracious to you, do some self-examination to make sure you are treating others with the same kind of gracious, forgiving favour you want to receive from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doubt&lt;/strong&gt; – (James 1:6-7) God requires the right kind of asking when we come to Him in prayer. We must ask without doubting, which means our prayers have to be accompanied by authentic trust in God’s character, purposes, and promises. Prayer that doesn’t trust the Lord’s promises, or doubts that He is trustworthy or able is a terrible affront to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Prayer Of John MacArthur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father of the Lord Jesus, help us to approach You with deepest reverence, not with presumption, and not in servile fear but with holy boldness. You are beyond the grasp of our understanding but not beyond our love. And You know that we confess to love You supremely for You are supremely wondrous, good, perfect, and glorious. Our hearts melt at the love of Jesus, our brother and our Saviour, our Lord and our friend, our eternal bridegroom, dead for us, alive for us. We are overwhelmed that He is ours and we are His. He has given for us and given to us. And we thank You for the gift of Christ, and we offer in response our worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture verses mentioned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 3:18 - &lt;em&gt;For Christ died for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God. He was put to death in the body but made alive by the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 6:5-7 - &lt;em&gt;If we have been united with him like this in his death, we will certainly also be united with him in his resurrection. For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin— because anyone who has died has been freed from sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 2:19-20 - &lt;em&gt;For through the law I died to the law so that I might live for God. I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 11:25 - &lt;em&gt;And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;James 1:6-7 - &lt;em&gt;But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4753241859406729825?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4753241859406729825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4753241859406729825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4753241859406729825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4753241859406729825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-to-pray-pt7.html' title='Teach Me To Pray, pt.7'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaKmuLO4BaI/AAAAAAAADbw/wK5RsVJaSOE/s72-c/hole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2160763133334068044</id><published>2009-02-21T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:50:31.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John MacArthur'/><title type='text'>Teach Me To Pray, pt.6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaAFxIsqNyI/AAAAAAAADbo/kdUO5cwLEDs/s1600-h/prayinghands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305246702748972834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaAFxIsqNyI/AAAAAAAADbo/kdUO5cwLEDs/s320/prayinghands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chapter 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants to hear what burdens us, and we do not need to be afraid to take those burdens to Him. We cast all our cares on the One who cares for us (1 Peter 5:7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Objects Of Our Petitions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers of most saints rarely get beyond making petitions for their own and others’ physical needs, when we should be far more concerned about spiritual matters. Paul commands us to pray “for all the saints” (Ephesians 6:18), and illustrates praying for others in two prayers recorded in his epistle to the Ephesians. Paul first prayed for the believers’ understanding of their spiritual resources in Christ; then he prayed they would know how to experience God’s power in their lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Petition For An Understanding Of Spiritual Resources – Ephesians 1:15-23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is vital that all Christians comprehend what their spiritual resources are, but apart from supernatural spiritual insight, even the most intellectual believer can’t grasp the full range of spiritual privilege. In this prayer, Paul is in essence asking God through the Holy Spirit to give the Ephesians wisdom and enlightenment. “Wisdom” refers to the practical application of the truth revealed. Paul’s prayer for the Ephesians and all believers is that they both know the deep truths of salvation and that they appreciate and apply them more and more. To assure that will happen, he wants all to know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Greatness Of God’s Plan&lt;/strong&gt; – Paul’s petition seeks a divine grace from God that has “the eyes of your understanding… enlightened; that you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints” (Ephesians 1:18). Paul wants us especially to apprehend two specific aspects of God’s great plan: the hope of His calling and the riches of His inheritance. It is an immeasurable, incomprehensible blessing for us as believers to know the immense privilege of being in Christ. In fact, all God’s riches are ours because we are part of His plan – that’s why Paul prayed that we would have the joy of that understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Greatness Of God’s Power&lt;/strong&gt; – (Ephesians 1:19-20) The apostle prays that we would be energized by God’s mighty power, the same power that created the universe and raised Jesus from the dead (Colossians 2:12).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Greatness Of God’s Son&lt;/strong&gt; – (Ephesians 1:21) The Father has elevated the Son far above all other beings… none is equal or superior to Him. As we endeavour to serve the Lord, we need to remember Christ’s divine presence in us (Colossians 1:15-18; 2:9) and His sympathetic understanding of us (Hebrews 4:15). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Paul prays that fellow Christians apprehend the spirit of wisdom and revelation as they experience the greatness of God’s power and rely on the greatness of His Son – all of which is according to God’s great eternal plan. That is an example of how we should pray for fellow Christians – for their grasp of the glories of redemptive theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Petition For The Release Of God’s Power – Ephesians 3:14-21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prayer outlines for us five aspects of divine power that are available to all Christians:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inner Strength&lt;/strong&gt; – (Ephesians 3:16) All who know Christ need inner strength to cope with the stress and pressures of everyday living, thus Paul prays that the Ephesians “be strengthened with might.” That emphasizes the tremendous spiritual strength available to the believer’s inner person. Such strength comes “through His Spirit,” which simply means believers must be Spirit-filled, living in Spirit awareness, and submitting to the authority of the Holy Spirit in everything they think, say, and do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Indwelling Christ&lt;/strong&gt; – (Ephesians 3:17) Paul’s second petition is that Christ would dwell in Christians’ hearts. But this indwelling cannot happen if sin and disobedience are present. Only when the Lord controls every aspect of our lives can He really be at home in our hearts. Jesus wants to “settle down” in the heart of every believer, and we should pray toward that end, not only for ourselves but also for our fellow Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incomprehensible Love&lt;/strong&gt; – (Ephesians 3:17) When we are spiritually strengthened inwardly by the Holy Spirit and Christ indwells us, our lives will radiate the incomprehensible love of the Lord Jesus. Before we can love other people – even other Christians – as we ought, we must not only be rooted and grounded in love, we must comprehend it. In the Greek, “comprehend” means “to seize” something and make it your own. That’s what Paul prays the Ephesians will do – take hold of the love of Christ in all its dimensions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infinite Fullness&lt;/strong&gt; – (Ephesians 3:19) Paul is asking that the Ephesians would possess (as much as possible in the Spirit’s power) the essential, undiminished characteristics of God. We as believers can possess God’s fullness – His essential characteristics. We are thereby able to communicate godly love, wisdom, holiness, and graciousness to the world around us. Christians communicate who God is not only by speaking the Scriptural truth, but also by displaying the essence of His character in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Immeasurable Power&lt;/strong&gt; – (Ephesians 3:20) Only when we are aware of our own inadequacies and lack of power will we truly see God’s power at work through us in serving the church and evangelizing the world. This is an awesome blessing to contemplate, and worthy of much prayer for others and ourselves in the Body of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Prayer Of John MacArthur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sovereign Lord, we praise you continually for permission to approach Your throne of grace and to spread before You our wants and our desires. We are not worthy of Your blessings, we are not worthy of Your mercies. We have no righteousness of our own. We acknowledge our self-despair. Yet we remember there’s hope in You because the Lamb has taken away our sin. We thank You that we have been drawn to Him, to hear Him, to trust in Him, to delight in Him, and to delight in Your Word and Your law. Preserve our minds from error. Preserve our hearts from the love of idols. Preserve our lips from speaking deceitfully. Preserve our behaviour from stain of sin, our character from any appearance of evil, and may we live as harmless, blameless children of God without rebuke in the world, holding forth the Word of Life that others may see Christ in us and be drawn to Him. These things we ask for His glory and in His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture verses mentioned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6:18 - &lt;em&gt;And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 1:15-23 - &lt;em&gt;For this reason, ever since I heard about your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints, I have not stopped giving thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers. I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/#fen-NIV-29208a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;] of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better. I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is like the working of his mighty strength, which he exerted in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly realms, far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every title that can be given, not only in the present age but also in the one to come. And God placed all things under his feet and appointed him to be head over everything for the church, which is his body, the fullness of him who fills everything in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 1:15-18 - &lt;em&gt;He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 2:9 - &lt;em&gt;For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 4:15 - &lt;em&gt;For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet was without sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ephesians 3:14-21 - &lt;em&gt;For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2160763133334068044?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2160763133334068044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2160763133334068044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2160763133334068044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2160763133334068044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-to-pray-pt6.html' title='Teach Me To Pray, pt.6'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SaAFxIsqNyI/AAAAAAAADbo/kdUO5cwLEDs/s72-c/prayinghands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2631414713213393362</id><published>2009-02-20T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:44:08.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John MacArthur'/><title type='text'>Teach Me To Pray, pt.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZ6zBDBKZsI/AAAAAAAADbg/19kvZ-J5mN8/s1600-h/Praisethelord2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304874241660446402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZ6zBDBKZsI/AAAAAAAADbg/19kvZ-J5mN8/s320/Praisethelord2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chapter 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians cannot grow unless their lives are characterized by praise. If you want to glorify God, praise Him. (Psalm 50:23)&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to praise God? According to the Bible, praise involves three elements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naming God’s Attributes&lt;/strong&gt; – Scripture powerfully and extensively reveals the character of God, enabling us to praise Him better (for example: Habakkuk 1:12-13). It is a good habit just to review God’s character when you pray and remember that He is a God of infinite love, glory, grace, majesty, mercy, and wisdom. He is invincible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naming God’s Works&lt;/strong&gt; – God’s attributes are manifest in His works. Whenever we have a problem we don’t know how to solve, we should praise God for His wisdom and might, as demonstrated in biblical history. It is reassuring to praise God in this way. When you spend time in praise, reviewing all that God is and all He did for His people in Old Testament times, what Christ accomplished for sinners, what God did through the disciples in the first century, and what He has done through the history of the church, your problems pale in comparison to the Lord’s power. Praise bolsters confidence in God because He has proven Himself trustworthy in the past. So when we praise God before bringing Him our problems, we can be confident that He will solve our troubles with wisdom and power – because it is His very nature to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Offering Thanks&lt;/strong&gt; – Naming the attributes and works of God easily leads to thanking Him for all He has done, is doing, and will do. At the heart of all praise is thanksgiving. The apostle Paul emphasized the need for gratitude when he wrote Philippians 4:6. Thanksgiving is the antidote to worry. Instead of praying to God with doubt or discontentment, we can approach God in a spirit of thanksgiving. That’s because God promised not to allow anything to happen to us that would be too much for us to bear (1 Corinthians 10:13). Romans 8:28 establishes the overarching principle we need to keep in mind… God’s providence should cause us to be thankful for anything that happens in our lives. Because God actually uses all difficulties for our good, there is nothing we cannot thank Him for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So be filled all the time with praise. In so doing, you’ll find yourself released from fear and worry. Give every situation over to God’s sovereign control, trusting Him because you know His history of wisdom and power and you understand His promise to supply all your needs (Philippians 4:19). Nothing about you escapes Him (Psalm 139:3). You know He cares about you (1 Peter 5:7), and He has the power to overcome every difficulty (Psalm 62:11). But He uses suffering to perfect you to be like Christ (Philippians 1:6), and His power and understanding are infinite (Psalm 147:5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Prayer of  John MacArthur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank You, Father, that You have been gracious to us and so we sing of  Your mercy, we sing praised to You. Our faith is in You, our expectation is from You. Our love goes out toward You. We believe You. We submit to Your Word. We are eager to do Your will. We trust in Your promises. We rest in Your providence. We thank You that the court of conscience affirms that we are Yours through the witness of the Spirit. We thank You that we do not need signs and wonders to believe, for Your Word is more sure. We have cast our anchor in the port of peace, knowing that we are secure in the present and the future from all the storms that rage because we’re held in the nail-pierced hands of Jesus Christ. We acknowledge, O God, that You are good and wise and just and holy and merciful. You are the fountain, the source of all law. You’re also the fountain and source of all grace to those who having broke Your law come to You for forgiveness. We yield to Your sovereignty, wanting only what You want for us. We ask that You would grant us silence in our heart in place of murmuring and complaining. May our truest wishes be those things that advance the kingdom and not our own will. May we never find fault with Your providences. May we only look for Your mercy in them all knowing that trouble draws us to You and that’s where we need to be for joy and blessing. When we sin and are rebellious, help us to repent, take away our mourning and give out music. Remove our sackcloth and adorn us with the garments of joy. Take away our sighing, fill our mouths with song. And when we are restored and rest again in You and walk in the light of Your truth, may we know the fullness of Your blessing. These things we ask in the name of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture verses mentioned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 50:23 - &lt;em&gt;He who sacrifices thank offerings honours me, and he prepares the way so that I may show him the salvation of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk 1:12-13 -  &lt;em&gt;Are you not from everlasting, O LORD my God, my Holy One? We shall not die.O LORD, you have ordained them as a judgment, and you, O Rock, have established them for reproof. You who are of purer eyes than to see evil and cannot look at wrong, why do you idly look at traitors and remain silent when the wicked swallows up the man more righteous than he? (ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6 - &lt;em&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13 - &lt;em&gt;No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:28 - &lt;em&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:19 - &lt;em&gt;And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:3 - &lt;em&gt;You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:7 - &lt;em&gt;Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 62:11 - &lt;em&gt;One thing God has spoken, two things have I heard: that you, O God, are strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 1:6 - &lt;em&gt;being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 147:5 - &lt;em&gt;Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit.&lt;/em&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/7708337414343547281-2631414713213393362?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2631414713213393362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2631414713213393362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2631414713213393362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2631414713213393362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-to-pray-pt5.html' title='Teach Me To Pray, pt.5'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZ6zBDBKZsI/AAAAAAAADbg/19kvZ-J5mN8/s72-c/Praisethelord2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-394178627829527631</id><published>2009-02-19T08:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:21:53.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John MacArthur'/><title type='text'>Teach Me To Pray, pt.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZ1cPfsDBaI/AAAAAAAADbY/rvDAyfrVD8w/s1600-h/pray5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304497357386352034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZ1cPfsDBaI/AAAAAAAADbY/rvDAyfrVD8w/s320/pray5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chapter 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Christians who take honest spiritual inventories are cognizant of personal sin. We know God hates sin and thus are unnerved over our own iniquities. So Christians continually confess their sin.&lt;br /&gt;The daily forgiveness Jesus taught us to pray for is a familial forgiveness. It is the remedy for God’s fatherly displeasure when we sin (Hebrews 12:5-11). As long as we live in a sinful world, with our sinful tendencies, Christians need daily cleansing from the defiling influence of our sin… the forgiveness we seek in our daily walk is not pardon from an angry Judge (justification – which we have), but mercy from a grieved Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True confession of sin is not just admitting you did something wrong, but acknowledging that your sin was against God and in defiance of Him personally. True confession also involves a penitent attitude – turning away from the evil thought or action. You have not honestly confessed your sins until you have longed to be rid of them. Thus real confession includes a brokenness that inevitably leads to a change of behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Purpose Of Confession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Confession is a healthy beginning for prayer because it provides a reminder that we do not deserve anything God gives us. A materialistic perspective on prayer gets eliminated when we go before God with the brokenness and the contrite heart of people who confess their sins. When we affirm with God that we deserve nothing, we end any self-centeredness in our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second reason for confessing sin is this: When any believer confesses his sin, God can chasten (discipline) him without being thought of as unfair. If He chastens us because of our sin, we know we deserve the correction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elements of Confession:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Right View Of Sin&lt;/strong&gt; – A right view of sin is the recognition that sin deserves judgement. A right view of sin also recognizes an urgent need for cleansing. Sin leaves a deep stain, and only a total cleansing will suffice. Just as Christ stooped to wash the disciples’ feet, we need to allow Him to cleanse us from the dirt of the world every day. Another crucial part of having a right view of sin is accepting full responsibility for it. A right view of sin also recognizes that we sin because it is in our nature to do so. Sin is not an anomaly, nor could we stop sinning even if we wanted to. We are sinful at the very core of our humanity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Right View Of God&lt;/strong&gt; – God’s holiness: (Psalm 51:6) God is not concerned with external behaviour but with the thoughts and motives of our hearts. God’s authority over sin: (Psalm 51:7) God can and will change your sinful habits, but He requires your trust in His authority over the powers of evil. God’s mercy: (Psalm 51:9) God has the power and desire to pardon sin in those who exhibit genuine repentance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Right View Of Self&lt;/strong&gt; – We are to live godly lives/turn from sin if we want to be used by God to convert sinners to Him. We are to live godly lives for the sake of God Himself. And we must be holy for the sake of the saints.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;True confession can occur only when we see God for who He is, when we see sin for what it is, and when we see ourselves for what we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Prayer Of Charles Spurgeon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might well start away and flee from Thy face if we only remembered our sinfulness. Lord! we do remember it with shame and sorrow; we are grieved to think we should have offended Thee, should have neglected so long Thy sweet love and tender mercy; but we have now returned unto the “shepherd and bishop of [our] souls” (1 Peter 2:25). Led by such grace, we look to Him whom we crucified, and we have mourned for Him and then have mourned for our sin. Now, Lord, we confess our guilt before Thee with tenderness of heart, and we pray Thee seal home to every believer that full and free, that perfect and irreversible charter of forgiveness which Thou gavest to all them that put their trust in Jesus Christ. We bless that glorious one who hath come “to finish transgression, and to make an end of sins” (Daniel 9:24), to bring in everlasting righteousness, which righteousness by faith we take unto ourselves and Thou dost impute unto us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture verses mentioned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12:5-11 - &lt;em&gt;And you have forgotten that word of encouragement that addresses you as sons: "My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline, and do not lose heart when he rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, and he punishes everyone he accepts as a son."&lt;br /&gt;Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father? If you are not disciplined (and everyone undergoes discipline), then you are illegitimate children and not true sons. Moreover, we have all had human fathers who disciplined us and we respected them for it. How much more should we submit to the Father of our spirits and live! Our fathers disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may share in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 51:6 - &lt;em&gt;Surely you desire truth in the inner parts; you teach me wisdom in the inmost place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 51:7 - &lt;em&gt;Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 51:9 - &lt;em&gt;Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-394178627829527631?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/394178627829527631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=394178627829527631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/394178627829527631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/394178627829527631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-to-pray-pt4.html' title='Teach Me To Pray, pt.4'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZ1cPfsDBaI/AAAAAAAADbY/rvDAyfrVD8w/s72-c/pray5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4907833570019456653</id><published>2009-02-18T08:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:32:41.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John MacArthur'/><title type='text'>Teach Me To Pray, pt.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZwIoEa53vI/AAAAAAAADbQ/6C1hEyWhqQE/s1600-h/walking2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304123945609977586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZwIoEa53vI/AAAAAAAADbQ/6C1hEyWhqQE/s320/walking2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chapter 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continual, Persistent Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is a way of life for true believers… prayer is like breathing. The natural thing for us to do is commune with God. Prayer should flow naturally and continually from our hearts… we should be in constant communion with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of prayer as living in continual God-consciousness, in which everything we see and experience becomes a kind of prayer, living in deep awareness of and surrender to our heavenly Father. Living in unbroken communion with Him makes life a continually ascending prayer. All your thoughts, deeds, and circumstances become an opportunity to commune with your heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s greatest desire, and our greatest need, is to be in constant fellowship with Him now, and there is no greater earthly expression or experience of that fellowship than prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persistent Perseverance:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Prayer is not easy. Just because we can talk to God anytime throughout the day certainly doesn’t mean we will. But… to “continue earnestly in prayer” (Colossians 4:2) is to courageously and persistently bring everything, especially the needs of others, before God. The matter of perseverance is taught in two parables: Luke 11:5-10 and Luke 18:2-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God longs to respond to His chosen children who are persistent in prayer – so just keep praying without ceasing and don’t give up. Keep knocking. Keep asking. Keep seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But remember – we can never, by our persistence, force God to do what we want against His will; but we do need to demonstrate to Him a heart of compassion and the genuineness of a concerned and caring soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant Alertness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to persevere in prayer, we must also be on the alert to situations that need our prayers. We need to keep our eyes open – to be alert to the spiritual needs of others. As we become sensitive to what is happening around us, we learn what to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Prayer Of Charles Spurgeon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Thou blessed God! The joy of knowing that we are Thine forever, Thine in trials of life, and Thine in the last dread of death, and then Thine in resurrection, Thine throughout eternity! We do therefore worship Thee, O God, not as a constraining nor under terror or pressure, but cheerfully and gladly, ascribing unto Thee praise, and power, and dominion, and glory, and honour, world without end. We wish we knew how to do something for Thee. We pray that we may be helped to do so ere we die; yea, that every flying hour may confess that we have brought Thy Gospel some renown; that we may so live as to extend the Redeemer’s kingdom at least in some little measure; that ours may not be a fruitless, wasted life; that no faculty of ours may lay by and rust; but to the utmost of our capacity may we be helped of the Divine Spirit to spend our whole life in real adoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture verses mentioned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 11:5-10 - &lt;em&gt;Then he said to them, “Suppose one of you has a friend, and he goes to him at midnight and says, 'Friend, lend me three loaves of bread, because a friend of mine on a journey has come to me, and I have nothing to set before him.'&lt;br /&gt;"Then the one inside answers, 'Don't bother me. The door is already locked, and my children are with me in bed. I can't get up and give you anything.' I tell you, though he will not get up and give him the bread because he is his friend, yet because of the man's boldness he will get up and give him as much as he needs.&lt;br /&gt;"So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 18:2-5 - &lt;em&gt;He said: "In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared about men. And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, 'Grant me justice against my adversary.'  "For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, 'Even though I don't fear God or care about men, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won't eventually wear me out with her coming!'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4907833570019456653?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4907833570019456653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4907833570019456653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4907833570019456653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4907833570019456653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-to-pray-pt3.html' title='Teach Me To Pray, pt.3'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZwIoEa53vI/AAAAAAAADbQ/6C1hEyWhqQE/s72-c/walking2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6459520968141731961</id><published>2009-02-17T08:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:33:25.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John MacArthur'/><title type='text'>Teach Me To Pray, pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZq6kjjiWUI/AAAAAAAADbI/b0QisdwKSRo/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303756648364529986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZq6kjjiWUI/AAAAAAAADbI/b0QisdwKSRo/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A summarized look at Chapter 2 of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, Teach Me To Pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Should We Pray?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to pray – pray on your knees, pray with your hands up, pray with your hands folded, read a prayer out of a book, pray aloud, pray silently, or pray in many other ways. But Paul says that we are to be “praying always with all prayer and supplication” (Ephesians 6:18). If we are going to be praying all the time, we must be able to pray in all kinds of different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the best time to pray? Psalm 55:17 says, “Evening and morning and at noon I will pray.” Daniel prayed three times a day (Daniel 6:10). Luke 6:12 says that Jesus “continued all night in prayer to God.” Prayer ought to characterize our whole way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no set formulas for prayer – but the following are guiding principles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask In Christ’s Name&lt;/strong&gt; – When Christ commands us to pray in His name, He wants us to pray consistent with who He is – His person, His will, and His purposes. When we truly pray in the name of Christ, we ought to be seeking to align ourselves with the will of God. So don’t get in the habit of adding “in Jesus’ name” to the end of your prayers with little or no thought for the reason you’re doing so. Rather, realize to whom you are praying and why. You are coming to the Lord of the universe to be used by Him in the accomplishment of His will in your life. (Note: MacArthur says that he closes his prayers with: “This I ask because I believe this is consistent with the will and person of the Lord Jesus Christ.” Because that thought pervades his prayer, it allows him to filter out all unnecessary and selfish requests)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask In Faith&lt;/strong&gt; – All Christians need to approach God believing in His wisdom and power. He wants to see us trust Him. …If you don’t believe God’s promises, the Bible says you make Him a liar (1 John 5:10). As Christians, we dishonour God when we doubt Him. Unbelievers ought to be able to know Christians as those who live confidently because our trust in God is evident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask In The Spirit&lt;/strong&gt; – In times that we simply don’t know how to pray, the Holy Spirit helps out (Romans 8:26-27). The Holy Spirit is constantly praying for us. Ephesians 6:18 says we are to pray “in the Spirit.” That simply means that because the Holy Spirit always prays in the will of God, we need to line ourselves up with Him. Offer prayers that are consistent with the Spirit’s prayers so that you are committed only to God’s will. Praying in the Spirit is the same as praying in the name of Christ – praying in a manner consistent with who He is and what His will is. …But how do we do that? By walking in the fullness of the Spirit. As our lives are filled with the Spirit, as we walk in obedience to Him, and as we are constantly communing with God, the Spirit of God will govern our thoughts so that our prayers will be in harmony with Him. That is supernatural praying – when the Spirit of God pulls you into His praying patterns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask From A Pure Heart&lt;/strong&gt; – James 5:16 says, “The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” We need to ask from a pure heart for God to consider our prayers. What is the righteousness James refers to? A personal and practical righteousness. We are commanded to live righteous lives. What James is saying is that if you expect God to answer your prayers, you must be committed to living a righteous life. (other verses about this: 1 John 3:22; Psalm 66:18; Psalm 34:15).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Prayer Of Charles Spurgeon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Lord, help us to do Thy will. Take the crippled kingdom of our manhood and reign Thou over it. Let spirit and body be consecrated to God. May there be no reserves; may everything be given up to Thee. Reign forever! Pierced King, despised and nailed to a tree, sit Thou on the glorious high throne in our hearts, and may our lives prove that Thou art Lord over us; by our every thought and desire, and imagination, and word, and act, in every respect being under Thy divine control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture verses mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel 6:10 - &lt;em&gt;Now when Daniel learned that the decree had been published, he went home to his upstairs room where the windows opened toward Jerusalem. Three times a day he got down on his knees and prayed, giving thanks to his God, just as he had done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 5:10 - &lt;em&gt;Anyone who believes in the Son of God has this testimony in his heart. Anyone who does not believe God has made him out to be a liar, because he has not believed the testimony God has given about his Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:26-27 - &lt;em&gt;In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:22 - &lt;em&gt;…and receive from him anything we ask, because we obey his commands and do what pleases him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 66:18 - &lt;em&gt;If I had cherished sin in my heart, the Lord would not have listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:15 - &lt;em&gt;The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6459520968141731961?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6459520968141731961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6459520968141731961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6459520968141731961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6459520968141731961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-to-pray-pt2.html' title='Teach Me To Pray, pt.2'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZq6kjjiWUI/AAAAAAAADbI/b0QisdwKSRo/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2453925696829647571</id><published>2009-02-16T08:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:29:16.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John MacArthur'/><title type='text'>Teach Me To Pray, pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZlo4fOmIJI/AAAAAAAADbA/Z7P6uBk1NWk/s1600-h/prayer6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303385355870150802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZlo4fOmIJI/AAAAAAAADbA/Z7P6uBk1NWk/s320/prayer6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recently borrowed a book from a friend called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, Teach Me To Pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, by John MacArthur. It turned out to be one of the best books I’ve read about prayer. He covers many topics and questions about prayer, and I found it to be full of great encouragement and words of inspiration to apply to my own prayer life. So I thought I’d jot down some of the highlights of the book, and share them in here. I’ll do this chapter by chapter for the next little while.&lt;br /&gt;So, beginning today is chapter 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Pray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we know that God’s power is invincible and His will unhindered, we should have unwavering faith in coming to His throne in prayer. Any view that strips believers of their passion to pray is disobedient Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible details at least five reasons we ought to pray:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer Is Commanded&lt;/strong&gt; – (Ephesians 6:18; 1 Thessalonians 5:17) This is not a mere suggestion – we don’t have the option to ignore it because we can’t determine how our prayer fits into God’s plans. Even though we cannot know how our prayers work within God’s eternal rule and purpose, we are to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Is A Sin Not To P&lt;/strong&gt;ray – Because we are commanded to pray, it is an act of disobedience if we don’t pray. Prayer is a duty, and the neglect of prayer is therefore a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer Gives Glory To God&lt;/strong&gt; – The primary issue in prayer is not obtaining what we want but allowing God to display His glory. The eternal benefit of prayer is that it magnifies God’s glory. (Daniel 9:16-17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer Aligns Us With God’s Purposes&lt;/strong&gt; – Often we pray with the idea that we can pull God into line with our plans. But that is not the goal of prayer. When you begin to seek God’s purposes in your prayers, your heart will be aligned with His will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer Results In Answers&lt;/strong&gt; – God answers prayer, and that alone should be reason enough to pray. (James 5:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God sovereignly uses our prayers to fulfill His perfect plan. Therefore, our petitions should reflect our heart’s desires. At the same time, we show our willingness to surrender our will to God’s own holy purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Prayer Of Charles Spurgeon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, Thy children who know Thee delight themselves in Thy presence. We are never happier than when we are near Thee. We have found a little heaven in prayer. It has eased our load to tell Thee of its weight; it has relieved our wound to tell Thee of its smart; it has restored our spirit to confess to Thee its wanderings. No place like the mercy seat for us.&lt;br /&gt;We do bless Thee, Lord, for instituting the blessed ordinance of prayer. What could we do without it, and we take great shame to ourselves that we should use it so little. We pray that we may be men of prayer, taken up with it, that it may take us up and bear us as on its wings towards heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture verses mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6:18 - &lt;em&gt;And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:17 - &lt;em&gt;pray continually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel 9:16-17 - &lt;em&gt;O Lord, in keeping with all your righteous acts, turn away your anger and your wrath from Jerusalem, your city, your holy hill. Our sins and the iniquities of our fathers have made Jerusalem and your people an object of scorn to all those around us. Now, our God, hear the prayers and petitions of your servant. For your sake, O Lord, look with favour on your desolate sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;James 5:16 - &lt;em&gt;Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2453925696829647571?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2453925696829647571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2453925696829647571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2453925696829647571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2453925696829647571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/teach-me-to-pray-pt1.html' title='Teach Me To Pray, pt.1'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZlo4fOmIJI/AAAAAAAADbA/Z7P6uBk1NWk/s72-c/prayer6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-1768658779914912449</id><published>2009-02-14T08:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:30:28.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veggie Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>A Snoodle's Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZbGSSVU25I/AAAAAAAADZY/HoOq9Xss-Mc/s1600-h/book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643628736568210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZbGSSVU25I/AAAAAAAADZY/HoOq9Xss-Mc/s320/book.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t have any kids; instead, I am “Auntie Jess” to my best friends’ kids, and as such love to spoil my dear “nieces &amp;amp; nephews” and make my home a fun and comfortable place for them to come to. My “niece” Gracie comes to visit regularly and has made herself right at home. She goes straight into my office to her toy shelf and gets all the toys she wants to play with that day, or, more commonly lately, she goes to my living room entertainment unit and grabs the remotes for me to turn on the TV, and then grabs her new favourite thing to watch here – a Veggie Tales DVD called “God Made You Special.” I’m thrilled that Gracie is starting to like Veggie Tales. She doesn’t quite know what to make of it sometimes, but she dances to the music and seems to be enthralled with the animation. The funny thing is, is that I know most adults are just as excited to watch Veggie Tales as their kids. And now I see why!&lt;br /&gt;There is a story on this DVD called “A Snoodle’s Tale,” which is a very well-known Veggie Tales story. And it is my favourite! It’s a sweet little story with a very good message. I can’t wait until Gracie is old enough to fully understand it!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d post the story here for you to enjoy. Yes, perhaps that seems a tad immature… but I really think that the story is a great little read. If you have a young child, perhaps you can read this to them sometime! I’m confident in saying that they’ll enjoy it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Snoodle’s Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far, far away in the land of Galoots, where the biggle-bag trees bear their biggle-bag fruits, and far-lilly bushes all blossom in yellow, and thimbuttle plants squirt snooberry jell-o…&lt;br /&gt;Here where the mountains of rocky-ma-goo rise high o’er the meadows of gilda-manjoo; where sunsets are painted with purple and blue, you’ll find a small town, not much bigger than you.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Snoodleburg, home of the Snoodles! A curious folk who eat pancakes with noodles and spend half their days making sketches and doodles, and cutting their hair into shapes like French poodles.&lt;br /&gt;Now, right in the heart of this curious town is a curious building – the tallest around! With a clock at its top and a chute at its bottom, ‘tis pink in the Spring and turns red in the Autumn. But weirder by far than its colour or height is what happens there every fourth Tuesday night. As strange as it seems, it has been demonstrated that Snoodles aren’t born, but rather, “created.”&lt;br /&gt;Every fourth Tuesday at quarter past nine, the tower would shimmy, and rattle and whine. And as the town nibbles on biggle-bag fruit, a shiny young Snoodle will drop from the chute! That’s where they came from, though no one knows why; nor who could have built the tower so high. These “mysteries of life” befuddled most Snoodles, who’d much rather focus on pancakes and noodles and cutting their hair into shapes like French poodles. Yes, most found the tower too noisy and strange, until one small Snoodle made all of that change.&lt;br /&gt;This little Snoodle was much like the others; he came without siblings – no sisters or brothers. He came without money, no mom or a dad… the pack on his back was all that he had.&lt;br /&gt;“This is peculiar,” the little guy said. “I came from a chute and I fell on my head! What do I look like? What am I for?” He pondered those questions, and then thought of more. “Checking my bag is a good place to start.” He pulled out some paints. “Maybe I’m good at art!”&lt;br /&gt;The next thing he found was a Snoodle-kazoo. “Hey, what do you know! I can make music too!” Then back on his pack he pulled a small string, and out from the sides popped two little wings.&lt;br /&gt;“Amazing!” he said, with a gleam in his eye. “I can paint, play kazoo, and now I can fly! Wait ‘til the others see all the great things I can do with my paints, my kazoo, and my wings!”&lt;br /&gt;So he packed up his paints and his Snoodle-kazoo, and he hopped off to show them all what he could do.&lt;br /&gt;There from the top of a short, stubby wall, the big Snoodles heard the new small Snoodle call:&lt;br /&gt;“Come watch me, you guys, as I head for the sky!” He straightened his wings with a gleam in his eye, then he jumped and he flapped like the red-snootered finches that fly from the plains to the peak of Mount Ginchez. His flight, unlike theirs, covered only 12 inches.&lt;br /&gt;“You call that flying?” &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZbG2LDGlqI/AAAAAAAADZg/hfOO8MUWJLo/s1600-h/final_townsquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302644245256378018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZbG2LDGlqI/AAAAAAAADZg/hfOO8MUWJLo/s200/final_townsquare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You think you’re a bird?!?”&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve never seen anything quite so absurd!” The old Snoodle snorted, he sniggered, he shook, “I’ll paint you a picture to show how you looked!”&lt;br /&gt;The brushstrokes were skilful; the colours were coolish. The story they told made the young one feel foolish.&lt;br /&gt;“Take it from us,” said a Snoodle named Lou. “Flying just isn’t what you’re meant to do!”&lt;br /&gt;The young Snoodle drooped. He felt his heart sag. The painting, the old Snoodle placed in his bag. “Carry this with you,” the old Snoodle said. “So visions of flying don’t go to your head.” The weight on his back was as heavy as lead.&lt;br /&gt;So under the weight of the picture he bore, he hobbled along, feeling lonely and sore. ‘til up far ahead on a bench near the tower, he spied a bright bundle of far-lilly flowers. His heart started lifting – “What beautiful things!” Then he remembered, “I’ve got more than wings!”&lt;br /&gt;So quickly he dug the paints out of his pack and hoped that with art maybe he’d have the knack.&lt;br /&gt;“I did it!” he yelled to the Snoodles in town, then held up his picture as they gathered ‘round.&lt;br /&gt;“You did it alright,” said the Snoodles, replying, “you showed you’re no better at painting than flying!” Then one of them laughed, and while eating a waffle, painted a picture than made him feel awful.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re puny!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re silly!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re not all that smart!”&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t use your wings, and you’re no good at art!”&lt;br /&gt;That picture, too, was placed in his pack and made his heart slump just as low as his back.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m ugly, I’m foolish, and so very small. I don’t think I should be with Snoodles at all.”&lt;br /&gt;And so he decided to get out of town. His wings hung so low, that they dragged on the ground. He walked past the tower and out of the city; he walked through the fields and thought, “My, this is pretty!” The far-lilly bushes all blooming in yellow, and thimbuttle plants squirting snooberry jell-o.&lt;br /&gt;“I might like it here,” said the small Snoodle fellow.&lt;br /&gt;Then feeling some warmth coming back in his chest, he thought he would sit for a moment and rest. But try as he might to sit down with grace, the weight on his back knocked him flat on his face!&lt;br /&gt;“Ha! That’s a hoot!” said a voice from behind. A farmer stood up with a thimbuttle vine. “Why, you need a picture, my Snoodleburg bud, lest you forget how you look in the mud!”&lt;br /&gt;And so in that instant the picture was done, and placed in his backpack, which now weighed a ton!&lt;br /&gt;The poor Snoodle struggled, he wobbled, he groaned; he stood to his feet and he said with a moan, “Is there anywhere I can be truly alone?!?”&lt;br /&gt;Just then overhead flew two red-snootered finches, winging their way toward the peak of Mount Ginchez.&lt;br /&gt;“I see,” said the Snoodle, “then that’s what I’ll do. The home for those finches will be my home, too.” So, painfully struggling under his pack, the small Snoodle inched up the big mountain’s back. He crawled over boulders in rain and in lightning. He trudged on and on, though the journey was frightening. ‘Til finally on Sunday at quarter past two, he spied all the meadows of gilda-manjoo and realized he was on top of Mount Ginchez, alone with the wind, and his thoughts and the finches.&lt;br /&gt;He thought of the Snoodles; he thought of the tower; he thought of the bell that would chime on the hour. He thought of his pack and his very long walk. He thought it so loudly he heard his thoughts talk!&lt;br /&gt;“Hello,” said his thoughts, “you’ve made quite a climb!”&lt;br /&gt;“That voice,” he remarked, “doesn’t sound much like mine.”&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned and he noticed he wasn’t alone – for a man stood behind near a cave in the stone. He looked like a Snoodle, though quite a bit bigger. “Maybe a giant,” the small Snoodle figured.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going!” the Snoodle boy said with a huff. “And don’t paint a picture – I’ve got quite enough!”&lt;br /&gt;“But first, come inside,” the man said. “Have some tea! I’m so very pleased that you’re visiting me!”&lt;br /&gt;The Snoodle boy stopped, though he’d only gone inches, and stared at the stranger he’d found on Mount Ginchez. He didn’t seem angry; in fact, he looked kind. The poor little boy was confused… “Are you blind? I’m puny! I’m silly! I’m not all that smart! I can’t use my wings, and I’m no good at art!”&lt;br /&gt;The stranger leaned down with a pain in his heart. “Who told you these things?” he asked, “how do you know?”&lt;br /&gt;“These pictures I have in my pack tell me so.” The small Snoodle sniffled and started to go.&lt;br /&gt;“First, if you please, let me look at this art that makes your pack heavy and weighs down your heart.”&lt;br /&gt;Then, picture by picture, he unpacked the bag that bent the poor Snoodle and made his wings sag.&lt;br /&gt;“Dear boy,” said the man, “these look nothing like you!” Then into the fire the pictures he threw.&lt;br /&gt;He rose from his chair, saying “wait there – you’ll see that what you need most is a picture from me!” The Snoodle sat patiently, sipping his tea. Then from a room in the back he returned, and said, “Dear little Snoodle, it’s time that you learned what you really look like!” And he threw off the sheet. What the boy saw warmed him right to his feet. The boy in the portrait looked older and strong, with wings on his back that were sturdy and long, and a look in his eye both courageous and free.&lt;br /&gt;“Sir?” asked the boy, “are you saying that’s me? I’d like to believe it, but sir, I’m afraid to.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know who you are,” the man said, “for I made you. I built the tower and set it in motion. I planted the meadow, put fish in the ocean. And I feed the finches – though most Snoodles doubt it – not one of them falls that I don’t know about it. I’ve seen you fall down in the mud and the goo. I’ve seen all you’ve done, and all you will do. I gave you your pack, and your paints and your wings. I chose them for you – they’re your special things. The Snoodle-kazoo is so you can sing about colours in Autumn or flowers in Spring. I gave you your brushes in hopes that you’d see how using them, you could make pictures for me. Most of the Snoodles,” the old one said sadly, “just use their paints to make others feel badly.”&lt;br /&gt;The young Snoodle pondered the things he’d been told. Then wondering something, grew suddenly bold. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZbHHzdacnI/AAAAAAAADZo/kOyaa1MFCUk/s1600-h/031070751X_Zon_Snoodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302644548161925746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZbHHzdacnI/AAAAAAAADZo/kOyaa1MFCUk/s200/031070751X_Zon_Snoodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But sir, if you made this incredible land, can’t you make Snoodles obey your command?”&lt;br /&gt;The big one smiled warmly, then said to the small, “A gift that’s demanded is no gift at all.”&lt;br /&gt;With that the small Snoodle reached into his pack, and pulled out the picture he’d made ten miles back. “They’re far-lillies, sir, from over the bridge.”&lt;br /&gt;The old one beamed bright and said, “That’s for my fridge!”&lt;br /&gt;After the small Snoodle’s picture was hung, the old one bent down to the face of the young. He said, “Here’s what you look like; here’s how I see you. Keep this in your pack and you’ll find it will free you from all of the pictures and all of the lies that others made up just to cut down your size. And lastly, your wings – you know what they’re for. But no just to fly, son, I want you to soar!”&lt;br /&gt;“But sir,” said the Snoodle, “how can I fly? This picture’s so big, I won’t get very high!”&lt;br /&gt;“But this picture’s special – it’s bigger, it’s brighter – carry it close and I think you’ll feel lighter.”&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he heard it, the Snoodle looked down and noticed that he was an inch off the ground! He laughed and he leaped, and he flew from the cave feeling now older and stronger and brave. And he flew through the clouds and he flew with the finches, and soared up and down ‘round the peak of Mount Ginchez. He flew over far-lilly bushes in yellow, and thimbuttle plants squirting snooberry jell-o. He flew over biggle bag trees and their fruits, in big, lazy loops o’er the land of Galoots. Then hurried back home to the center of town, where the Snoodles all stood with their wings on the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And starting precisely at quarter past two, he told them the story that I just told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-1768658779914912449?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/1768658779914912449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=1768658779914912449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1768658779914912449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1768658779914912449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/snoodles-tale.html' title='A Snoodle&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZbGSSVU25I/AAAAAAAADZY/HoOq9Xss-Mc/s72-c/book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-7745035725299947804</id><published>2009-02-13T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:25:45.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith Green'/><title type='text'>Oh Lord, You're Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZV0nHeOWQI/AAAAAAAADZQ/UMruSvH45n0/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302272351668164866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZV0nHeOWQI/AAAAAAAADZQ/UMruSvH45n0/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Lord, You’re Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Keith Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, You're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your face is all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For when Your eyes are on this child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your grace abounds to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Lord, please light the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That once burned bright and clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Replace the lamp of my first love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That burns with holy fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to take Your Word and shine it all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But first help me just to live it, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when I'm doing well, help me to never seek a crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For my reward is giving glory to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-7745035725299947804?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/7745035725299947804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=7745035725299947804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7745035725299947804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7745035725299947804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-lord-youre-beautiful.html' title='Oh Lord, You&apos;re Beautiful'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZV0nHeOWQI/AAAAAAAADZQ/UMruSvH45n0/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4443884376368955108</id><published>2009-02-12T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:14:28.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C28'/><title type='text'>Ask, Seek, Knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.c28.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301897942242776210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZQgFnrBVJI/AAAAAAAADZI/YWdrA5Ut87k/s400/AskSeekKnock_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;knock and the door will be opened to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and to him who knocks, the door will be opened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you, then, though you are evil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;know how to give good gifts to your children, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how much more will your Father in heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;give good gifts to those who ask him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So in everything, do to others what you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;would have them do to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Matthew 7:7-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4443884376368955108?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4443884376368955108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4443884376368955108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4443884376368955108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4443884376368955108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/ask-seek-knock.html' title='Ask, Seek, Knock'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZQgFnrBVJI/AAAAAAAADZI/YWdrA5Ut87k/s72-c/AskSeekKnock_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-3313504102577402539</id><published>2009-02-11T18:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:55:41.412-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persecution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persecution Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Alert'/><title type='text'>P&amp;PA - Feb. 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.persecution.net/pnp.htm#1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301692234146342946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZNk_1S9aCI/AAAAAAAADY4/JYNWi8nIUrM/s320/pnp_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; The Persecution &amp;amp; Prayer Alert for February 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7708337414343547281-3313504102577402539?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/3313504102577402539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=3313504102577402539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3313504102577402539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3313504102577402539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-feb-11.html' title='P&amp;PA - Feb. 11'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZNk_1S9aCI/AAAAAAAADY4/JYNWi8nIUrM/s72-c/pnp_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4034861044095477459</id><published>2009-02-10T08:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:12:21.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Cumbered With Much Serving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZF83ciUQ4I/AAAAAAAADYw/C6pVZykZOYU/s1600-h/2777932633_d0d19a5323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301155528386560898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZF83ciUQ4I/AAAAAAAADYw/C6pVZykZOYU/s320/2777932633_d0d19a5323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is another fantastic reading by Charles Spurgeon:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Martha was cumbered about much serving.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;– Luke 10:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fault was not that she served: the condition of a servant compliments every Christian. “I serve,” should be the motto of all the princes of the royal family of heaven. Nor was it her fault that she had “much serving.” We cannot do too much. Let us do all that we possibly can; let head, and heart, and hands, be engaged in the Master’s service. It was no fault of hers that she was busy preparing a feast for the Master. Happy Martha, to have an opportunity of entertaining so blessed a guest, and happy, too, to have the spirit to throw her whole soul so heartily into the preparation. Her fault was that she grew “cumbered with much serving,” so that she forgot Him and only remembered the service. She allowed service to override communion, and so presented one duty stained with the blood of another.&lt;br /&gt;We ought to be Martha and Mary in one: we should do much service and have much communion at the same time. For this we need great grace. It is easier to serve than to commune. Joshua never grew weary in fighting with the Amalekites; but Moses, on the mountaintop in prayer, needed two helpers to sustain his hands. The more spiritual the exercise, the sooner we tire in it. The choicest fruits are the hardest to rear: the most heavenly character traits are the most difficult to cultivate. Beloved, while we do not neglect external things, good enough in themselves, we ought also to see to it that we enjoy living, personal fellowship with Jesus. See to it that sitting at the Saviour’s feet is not neglected, even though it be under the specious pretext of doing Him service. The first thing for our soul’s health, the first thing for His glory, and the first thing for our own usefulness, is to keep ourselves in perpetual communion with the Lord Jesus, and to see that the vital spirituality of our religion is maintained over and above everything else in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(C.H. Spurgeon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4034861044095477459?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4034861044095477459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4034861044095477459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4034861044095477459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4034861044095477459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/cumbered-with-much-serving.html' title='Cumbered With Much Serving'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZF83ciUQ4I/AAAAAAAADYw/C6pVZykZOYU/s72-c/2777932633_d0d19a5323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4240285852876926258</id><published>2009-02-09T08:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:27:34.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casting Crowns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Slow Fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZAuuFMegVI/AAAAAAAADYo/ftdL2RzDfes/s1600-h/bench.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300788130618442066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZAuuFMegVI/AAAAAAAADYo/ftdL2RzDfes/s320/bench.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These lyrics are from a song that I really like, called “Slow Fade” by Casting Crowns. I find this song to be a really good reminder/warning about temptation and the affects that compromising and giving in to temptation bring to our lives as it takes the form of sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow Fade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;It's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little feet where you go&lt;br /&gt;For it's the little feet behind you that are sure to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to grey&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade, it's a slow fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little ears what you hear&lt;br /&gt;When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little lips what you say&lt;br /&gt;For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to grey&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey from your mind to your hands&lt;br /&gt;Is shorter than you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Be careful if you think you stand&lt;br /&gt;You just might be sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to grey&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;Daddies never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;Families never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;For the Father up above is looking down in love&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4240285852876926258?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4240285852876926258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4240285852876926258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4240285852876926258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4240285852876926258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/slow-fade.html' title='Slow Fade'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SZAuuFMegVI/AAAAAAAADYo/ftdL2RzDfes/s72-c/bench.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4506805218469029609</id><published>2009-02-08T08:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:14:13.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SY7aLssz2gI/AAAAAAAADYg/BPGhA_yfWRE/s1600-h/Bible4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300413705974176258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SY7aLssz2gI/AAAAAAAADYg/BPGhA_yfWRE/s320/Bible4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A dear friend of mine sent me this little poem a long time ago, and I’ve always appreciated it very much… it reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of&lt;br /&gt;His voice in my ears&lt;br /&gt;His tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;His praise on my lips&lt;br /&gt;His death in my life&lt;br /&gt;His dirt on my hands&lt;br /&gt;His hope in my grief&lt;br /&gt;His fruit in my service&lt;br /&gt;His love in my home&lt;br /&gt;His courage in my convictions&lt;br /&gt;His nearness in my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;His answers to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;His glory on my knees&lt;br /&gt;More of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4506805218469029609?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4506805218469029609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4506805218469029609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4506805218469029609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4506805218469029609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-of-jesus.html' title='More of Jesus'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SY7aLssz2gI/AAAAAAAADYg/BPGhA_yfWRE/s72-c/Bible4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2493364909970014223</id><published>2009-02-07T08:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:21:27.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>The Lord's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SY2Kf_qhhRI/AAAAAAAADYY/LVTWNcPcP7Q/s1600-h/prayer3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300044618755310866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SY2Kf_qhhRI/AAAAAAAADYY/LVTWNcPcP7Q/s320/prayer3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been doing a Bible study with some ladies in my church, and we are studying the Gospel of Luke. We recently had a lesson that focused on prayer, and in it we looked a bit closer at the Lord’s Prayer. I appreciated the way the authors of this study looked at the Lord’s Prayer and I wanted to share a brief overview of this prayer that is so well known to us. It’s a simple overview, but it’s always great to be reminded of…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Father…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jesus was not the first person ever to call God “Father,” He did make this title central to our relationship to God in a new way. Jesus also added “new depth and content” to this way of addressing the Lord of the universe. Contemplate the difference it makes to begin each day by praying to God as your Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Hallowed be your name, your kingdom come…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this, both our prayers and our lives become God-centered. We pray that our lives will reveal God’s holiness to everyone around us and that our first concern will be God’s kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Give us each day our daily bread…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This reminds us of our dependence on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Forgive us our sins, for we also forgive everyone who sins against us…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for forgiveness reminds us that we need to receive and practice forgiveness as much as we need food to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“And lead us not into temptation…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petition on temptation recalls Jesus’ wilderness time (and our own) and leads us to approach each day with the humility of knowing we need the Holy Spirit to guide our every step.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To pray to God as Father in this way each day is to take regular steps toward the primary goal of our lives – to become Christlike, conformed to the image of Christ. As Christians, we will receive and radiate the saving life from God that Jesus brings. We can enter the mystery of this transforming process by the simple yet profound practice of starting each day by praying the way Jesus teaches us to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2493364909970014223?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2493364909970014223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2493364909970014223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2493364909970014223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2493364909970014223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/lords-prayer.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SY2Kf_qhhRI/AAAAAAAADYY/LVTWNcPcP7Q/s72-c/prayer3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4196218982760473710</id><published>2009-02-06T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:32:39.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valley of Vision'/><title type='text'>The Great God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYw7xujQxdI/AAAAAAAADYQ/ioCkRfeSfdw/s1600-h/prayer4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299676587003790802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYw7xujQxdI/AAAAAAAADYQ/ioCkRfeSfdw/s320/prayer4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The following is another prayer from &lt;em&gt;The Valley of Vision&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Great God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Fountain of all Good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Destroy in me every lofty thought,&lt;br /&gt;Break pride to pieces and scatter it to the winds,&lt;br /&gt;Annihilate each clinging shred of self-righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;Implant in me true lowliness of spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Abase me to self-loathing and self-abhorrence,&lt;br /&gt;Open in me a fount of penitential tears,&lt;br /&gt;Break me, then bind me up;&lt;br /&gt;Thus will my heart be a prepared dwelling for my God;&lt;br /&gt;Then can the Father take up his abode in me,&lt;br /&gt;Then can the blessed Jesus come with healing in his touch,&lt;br /&gt;Then can the Holy Spirit descend in sanctifying grace;&lt;br /&gt;O Holy Trinity, three Persons and one God,&lt;br /&gt;inhabit me, a temple consecrated to thy glory.&lt;br /&gt;When thou art present, evil cannot abide;&lt;br /&gt;In thy fellowship is fullness of joy,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath thy smile is peace of conscience,&lt;br /&gt;By thy side no fears disturb,&lt;br /&gt;no apprehensions banish rest of mind.&lt;br /&gt;With thee my heart shall bloom with fragrance;&lt;br /&gt;Make me meet, through repentance,&lt;br /&gt;for thine indwelling.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exceeds thy power,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is too great for thee to do,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too good for thee to give.&lt;br /&gt;Infinite is thy might, boundless thy love,&lt;br /&gt;limitless thy grace, glorious thy saving name.&lt;br /&gt;Let angels sing for&lt;br /&gt;sinners repenting,&lt;br /&gt;prodigals restored,&lt;br /&gt;backsliders reclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;Satan’s captives released,&lt;br /&gt;blind eyes opened,&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts bound up,&lt;br /&gt;the despondent cheered,&lt;br /&gt;the self-righteous stripped,&lt;br /&gt;the formalist driven from a refuge of lies,&lt;br /&gt;the ignorant enlightened,&lt;br /&gt;and saints built up in their holy faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask great things of a great God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4196218982760473710?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4196218982760473710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4196218982760473710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4196218982760473710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4196218982760473710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-god.html' title='The Great God'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYw7xujQxdI/AAAAAAAADYQ/ioCkRfeSfdw/s72-c/prayer4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-1255601904681442333</id><published>2009-02-05T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:52:27.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith Green'/><title type='text'>Make My Life A Prayer To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYrur3BEAnI/AAAAAAAADYI/3o5usIkkVlU/s1600-h/armsout.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299310348825002610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYrur3BEAnI/AAAAAAAADYI/3o5usIkkVlU/s320/armsout.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keith Green has always been one of my favourite musicians because so many of his songs have such beautiful lyrics. This song is an absolute favourite of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make My Life A Prayer To You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Keith Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make my life a prayer to You&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do what You want me to&lt;br /&gt;No empty words and no white lies&lt;br /&gt;No token prayers no compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shine the light You gave&lt;br /&gt;Through Your Son You sent to save us&lt;br /&gt;From ourselves and our despair&lt;br /&gt;It comforts me to know You're really there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wanna thank You now&lt;br /&gt;For being patient with me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so hard to see&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes are on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to trust&lt;br /&gt;And just believe what You say&lt;br /&gt;You're coming again&lt;br /&gt;Coming to take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die and let You give&lt;br /&gt;Your life to me so I might live&lt;br /&gt;And share the hope You gave me&lt;br /&gt;The love that set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell the world out there&lt;br /&gt;You're not some fable or fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;That I've made up inside my head&lt;br /&gt;You're God the Son and You've risen from the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-1255601904681442333?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/1255601904681442333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=1255601904681442333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1255601904681442333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1255601904681442333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-my-life-prayer-to-you.html' title='Make My Life A Prayer To You'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYrur3BEAnI/AAAAAAAADYI/3o5usIkkVlU/s72-c/armsout.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6520003486955750313</id><published>2009-02-03T08:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:39:20.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>The Snare of the Fowler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYhIcNk67LI/AAAAAAAADYA/N2o73KJC3Rs/s1600-h/handstied.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298564611119443122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYhIcNk67LI/AAAAAAAADYA/N2o73KJC3Rs/s320/handstied.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler.&lt;/em&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;– Psalm 91:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God delivers His people from the snare of the fowler in two senses. From, and out of. First, He delivers them from the snare or does not let them enter it; second, if they should be caught therein, He delivers them out of it. The first promise is the most precious to some; the second is the best to others.&lt;br /&gt;“He shall deliver thee from the snare.” How? Trouble is often the means whereby God delivers us. God knows that our backsliding will soon end in our destruction, and in mercy He sends the rod. We ask, “Lord, why is this?” not knowing that our trouble has been the means of delivering us from far greater evil. In this way many have been saved from ruin by their sorrows and their crosses; these have frightened the birds from the net. At other times, God keeps His people from the snare of the fowler by giving them great spiritual strength, so that when they are tempted to do evil they say, “How can I do this great wickedness, and sin against God?”&lt;br /&gt;But what a blessed thing it is that if the believer comes into the net in an evil hour, yet God will bring him out of it! O backslider, be cast down, but do not despair. Though you have been a wanderer, hear what your Redeemer says: “Return, O backsliding children, I will have mercy upon you.” But you say you cannot return, for you are a captive. Then listen to the promise: “Surely He shall deliver thee out of the snare of the fowler.” You will yet be brought out of all evil into which you have fallen, and though you will never be able to cease repenting of your ways, yet He who has loved you will not cast you away. He will receive you, and give you joy and gladness, so that the bones He has broken may rejoice. No bird of paradise shall die in the fowler’s net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(C.H. Spurgeon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6520003486955750313?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6520003486955750313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6520003486955750313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6520003486955750313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6520003486955750313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/snare-of-fowler.html' title='The Snare of the Fowler'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYhIcNk67LI/AAAAAAAADYA/N2o73KJC3Rs/s72-c/handstied.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-1151253745139512439</id><published>2009-02-02T08:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:32:08.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYb1ZZPZvfI/AAAAAAAADX4/uiSasIGSh2s/s1600-h/money1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298191828268989938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYb1ZZPZvfI/AAAAAAAADX4/uiSasIGSh2s/s320/money1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Money holds terrible power when it is loved. It can blind us, shackle us, fill us with anxiety and fear, torment our days and nights with misery, wear us out with chasing it. The Macedonian Christians, possessing little of it, accepted their lot with faith and trust. Their eyes were opened to see past their own misery. They saw what mattered far more than a bank account, and, out of "magnificent concern," contributed to the needs of their brothers. If through losing what this world prizes we are enabled to gain what it despises -- treasure in heaven, invisible and incorruptible -- isn't it worth any kind of suffering? What is it worth to us to learn a little bit more of what the Cross means -- life out of death, the transformation of earth's losses and heartbreaks and tragedies?God has allowed in the lives of each of us some sort of loss, the withdrawal of something we valued, in order that we may learn to offer ourselves a little more willingly, to allow the touch of death on one more thing we have clutched so tightly, and thus know fullness and freedom and joy that much sooner. We're not naturally inclined to love God and seek His Kingdom. Trouble may help to incline us -- that is, it may tip us over, put some pressure on us, lean us in the right direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Elisabeth Elliot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-1151253745139512439?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/1151253745139512439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=1151253745139512439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1151253745139512439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1151253745139512439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYb1ZZPZvfI/AAAAAAAADX4/uiSasIGSh2s/s72-c/money1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-7472195681872316871</id><published>2009-02-01T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:15:11.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Nothing Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYWfXdRrAHI/AAAAAAAADXw/x4N02MCWioE/s1600-h/armsopen3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297815762015813746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYWfXdRrAHI/AAAAAAAADXw/x4N02MCWioE/s320/armsopen3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“We were made for the love of God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and nothing less will ever satisfy us.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;– Brennan Manning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“God wants us to know Him, love Him, and draw pleasure from our experiences with Him. It is then and only then that He can trust us and give us the other desires of our heart, knowing that we won’t run off and forget about Him the minute we get what we’ve been longing for. Love Him enough to be completely obedient simply because you love Him… Compelled by love, you actually consider how God would feel about the things you choose to do and passionately choose not to do anything that would grieve His heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;– Michelle McKinney Hammond&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/7708337414343547281-7472195681872316871?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/7472195681872316871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=7472195681872316871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7472195681872316871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7472195681872316871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-less.html' title='Nothing Less'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYWfXdRrAHI/AAAAAAAADXw/x4N02MCWioE/s72-c/armsopen3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2828169131417310258</id><published>2009-01-31T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:33:32.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Keep Your Fork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYRS2BGd-pI/AAAAAAAADXo/wokBqscC3t0/s1600-h/fork.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297450149656525458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYRS2BGd-pI/AAAAAAAADXo/wokBqscC3t0/s320/fork.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I read this story quite a while ago and thought it was pretty neat… it’s called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep Your Fork&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. &lt;br /&gt;So as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. &lt;br /&gt;She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. &lt;br /&gt;The woman also requested to be buried with her favourite Bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. &lt;br /&gt;"There's one more thing," she said excitedly. &lt;br /&gt;"What's that?" came the pastor's reply. &lt;br /&gt;"This is very important," the woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand." &lt;br /&gt;The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say. &lt;br /&gt;"That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. &lt;br /&gt;"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor. &lt;br /&gt;The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favourite part because I knew that something better was coming... like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!"&lt;br /&gt;"So, I just want people to see me there in the casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, "What's with the fork?" &lt;br /&gt;Then, I want you to tell them: &lt;br /&gt;"Keep your fork... The best is yet to come!"&lt;br /&gt;The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman good-bye. &lt;br /&gt;He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. &lt;br /&gt;She knew that something better was coming. At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favourite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand. &lt;br /&gt;Over and over, the pastor heard the question,  "What's with the fork?" &lt;br /&gt;And over and over he smiled. &lt;br /&gt;During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. &lt;br /&gt;He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. &lt;br /&gt;He was right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you oh so gently, that the best is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2828169131417310258?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2828169131417310258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2828169131417310258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2828169131417310258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2828169131417310258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-your-fork.html' title='Keep Your Fork'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYRS2BGd-pI/AAAAAAAADXo/wokBqscC3t0/s72-c/fork.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-3801508366582492774</id><published>2009-01-30T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:26:31.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning and Evening'/><title type='text'>Yielding to Distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYL_SP3jzpI/AAAAAAAADXg/33kxdvfdn_4/s1600-h/prayer8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297076800703418002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYL_SP3jzpI/AAAAAAAADXg/33kxdvfdn_4/s320/prayer8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a wonderful little excerpt from a reading found in Charles Spurgeon's &lt;em&gt;Morning &amp;amp; Evening&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As a shadow has no power because there is no substance in it, even so a supplication in which a man’s proper self is not thoroughly present in agonizing earnestness and vehement desire is utterly ineffective, for it lacks that which would give it force…&lt;br /&gt;The common fault with most of us is our readiness to yield to distractions. Our thoughts go roving hither and thither and we make little progress towards our desired end. Like quicksilver our mind will not hold together, but rolls off this way and that. How great an evil this is! It injures us, and what is worse, it insults our God. What would we think of a petitioner, if, while having an audience with a prince, he were playing with a feather or catching a fly? … Prayer must not be our chance work, but our daily business – our habit and vocation. As artists give themselves to their models, and poets to their classical pursuits, so must we addict ourselves to prayer. We must be immersed in prayer as in our element, and so pray without ceasing.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, teach us to pray that we may be more and more prevalent in supplication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(C.H. Spurgeon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-3801508366582492774?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/3801508366582492774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=3801508366582492774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3801508366582492774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3801508366582492774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/yielding-to-distractions.html' title='Yielding to Distractions'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYL_SP3jzpI/AAAAAAAADXg/33kxdvfdn_4/s72-c/prayer8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2386107996802566982</id><published>2009-01-29T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:22:54.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C28'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Darkness Into Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYHlr7shGrI/AAAAAAAADXY/vJ7ZaNGILwQ/s1600-h/Wallpaper9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296767179685960370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYHlr7shGrI/AAAAAAAADXY/vJ7ZaNGILwQ/s320/Wallpaper9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You, O LORD, keep my lamp burning;&lt;br /&gt;my God turns my darkness into light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Psalm 18:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2386107996802566982?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2386107996802566982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2386107996802566982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2386107996802566982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2386107996802566982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/darkness-into-light.html' title='Darkness Into Light'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SYHlr7shGrI/AAAAAAAADXY/vJ7ZaNGILwQ/s72-c/Wallpaper9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-5923524433666514640</id><published>2009-01-27T08:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:34:58.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Parker'/><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SX8NB7HidhI/AAAAAAAADTk/NIMI9bAZigk/s1600-h/bored.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295966013511333394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SX8NB7HidhI/AAAAAAAADTk/NIMI9bAZigk/s320/bored.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elisabeth Elliot wrote the following bit about boredom, which I thought was a great read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boredom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Parker was famous for her wit before she was thirty. She had great charm, a fine education, a fascinating kind of beauty, and many interesting friends. But she was utterly bored. She thought of suicide, and was quoted in John Keats' book &lt;em&gt;You Might As Well Live&lt;/em&gt; as saying:&lt;br /&gt;Razors pain you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rivers are damp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acids stain you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And drugs cause cramp.&lt;br /&gt;Guns aren't lawful;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nooses give;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gas smells awful;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You might as well live.&lt;br /&gt;Her life story seemed to me the exact illustration of acedia, or accidie, which is an old word for boredom, but a word that includes depression, sloth, irritability, lazy languor, and bitterness. "This rotten sin," wrote Chaucer, "maketh a man heavy, wrathful and raw." Poor Miss Parker had been so irritable and raw with people -- she had treated even her friends unspeakably badly -- that she spent her last years alone in a hotel in New York, her pitiful, neglected dogs and her liquor bottles almost her only companions.&lt;br /&gt;Gertrude Behanna says, on her record, "God Isn't Dead," that she has come to believe that it is a real sin to bore people. When we stop to think about it, most of us would readily agree. But how many of us have thought of boredom itself, so long as it affects only ourselves, as a sin? The Bible speaks of joy as a Christian virtue. It is one of the fruits of the Spirit, and often we find that it characterizes the people of God whose stories we read in the Bible. The worship of God in the Old Testament was accompanied by the most hilarious demonstrations of gladness -- dancing, shouting, and music-making.&lt;br /&gt;Joy is not a word we use much nowadays. We think of it poetically as the opposite of sorrow, another word that does not often come into conversation. Both words represent experiences one does not normally have every day.&lt;br /&gt;But I think we are mistaken. I think joy is meant to be an everyday experience, and as such it is the exact opposite of boredom, which seems to be the everyday experience (am I being overly pessimistic?) of most Americans. I get the impression that everybody is always hoping for a chance to get away from it all, relax, unwind, get out of these four walls, find somewhere, somehow, some action or excitement. Advertising, of course, has done a splendid job of creating in us greed for things we would never have thought of wanting, and thereby convincing us that whatever we have is intolerably boring. Attributing human wants to animals, we easily swallow the TV commercials that tell us that Morris the cat doesn't want tuna fish every day, he wants eight different flavours.&lt;br /&gt;"Godliness with contentment is great gain.'' Those words were written a long time ago to a young man by an older man who had experienced almost the gamut of human suffering, including being chained day and night to a prison guard. Contentment is another word which has fallen into disuse. We think of it, perhaps, in connection with cows -- the best milk comes from contented ones, doesn't it? -- but it doesn't take much to content a cow. Peace and fodder are probably all it asks. We are not cows. What does it take to content us? How could Paul, after what he had been through, write as he did to Timothy?&lt;br /&gt;C. S. Lewis, one of the most godly and civilized men I have ever heard of, exemplified what Paul was getting at. Lewis wrote that he was never bored by routine. In fact, he said, he liked it. He had what his anthologist Clyde S. Kilby called "a mind awake." Why should routine spoil it? Pictures of him show a joyful man. But he was not a man unacquainted with poverty, hard work, and suffering any more than Paul was. He knew them, but he knew, too, what lay beyond. "All joy," he wrote to a friend, "(as distinct from mere pleasure, still more amusement) emphasizes our pilgrim status; always reminds, beckons, awakens desire. Our best havings are wantings."&lt;br /&gt;Those wantings lie in the deepest places of our being, and they are for the kind of joy that, according to Lewis, is "the serious business of heaven." So we waste our time, our money, and our energies when we pursue so frantically the pleasures which we hope will bring us relief from boredom. We end up bored with everything and everybody. Work which can be joyful if accepted as a part of the eternal order and a means to serve, becomes only drudgery. Our pettiest difficulties, not to mention our big ones, are cause for nothing but complaint and self-pity. All circumstances not deliberately arranged by us look like obstacles to be rid of. We consume much and produce little; we get depressed, and depression is actually dangerous and destructive.But there is another way. Paul made it perfectly clear that his contentment had nothing to do with how desirable his circumstances were. "I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions and calamities." It is no list of amusements. How, then, did it work? It worked by a mysterious transforming power, something that reversed things like weakness and hardship, making them into strength and joy. Is there any chance that it will work for us? Is there for us, too, an antidote for boredom? The promise of Christ was not for Paul alone. "My grace is sufficient for you." It's a gift to be accepted. If we refuse it, nothing will be enough and boredom will be the story of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-5923524433666514640?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/5923524433666514640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=5923524433666514640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5923524433666514640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5923524433666514640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SX8NB7HidhI/AAAAAAAADTk/NIMI9bAZigk/s72-c/bored.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6161248187653999749</id><published>2009-01-26T08:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:22:06.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy Leigh DeMoss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies Women Believe...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Not Worth Anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SX24Z0lT37I/AAAAAAAADTc/iZOthfvPiLY/s1600-h/hurt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295591490608947122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SX24Z0lT37I/AAAAAAAADTc/iZOthfvPiLY/s320/hurt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie: I’m Not Worth Anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 42 percent of the women we surveyed indicated that this is a lie they have believed. It is a powerful lie.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that our view of ourselves and our sense of worth are often determined by the input and opinions of others. Sometimes the input of others is accurate and helpful. But not always. If, for some reason, the person we are listening to is looking through a defective “lens,” his or her vision will be distorted. Some of us have lived all our lives in an emotional prison because we have accepted what a false “broken” mirror said to us about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Even when the input is, in and of itself, true, the Deceiver can use that data to put us in bondage. Sometimes a single sentence heard as a child can haunt and plague a person for years.&lt;br /&gt;What we believe about ourselves determines how we live. If we believe and act on lies, we will end up in bondage.&lt;br /&gt;Many women today are desperately seeking affirmation; they are driven to gain the approval of others. It’s as if they were trying to balance the scales of the negative input they have received from others. But, in most cases, no number of positive “strokes” can outweigh those negative, hurtful expressions that have led them to believe they are worthless. No amount of affirmation is enough. They can get one hundred compliments about how they look or what they have done, but let one family member offer a criticism, and they are devastated. Why? Because they are letting others determine their worth.&lt;br /&gt;There is a wonderful verse in 1 Peter that shows us how Jesus’ sense of worth was determined, not by what others though of Him – good or bad – but by the Truth as expressed by His heavenly Father: He was “rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him” (2:4). Jesus was &lt;em&gt;rejected by men&lt;/em&gt; – those He had created for Himself, those He loved and for whom He laid down His life. But that is not what determined His value. He was &lt;em&gt;chosen by God&lt;/em&gt;; that is what made Him precious; that is what determined His worth.&lt;br /&gt;It is conceivable that someone who did not recognize or appreciate fine art would toss a masterpiece into the trash. Would that make the painting any less valuable? Not at all. The true worth of the are would be seen when an art collector spotted the painting and said, “That is a priceless piece, and I am willing to pay any amount to acquire it.”&lt;br /&gt;When God sent His only Son, Jesus, to this earth to bear your sin and mine on the cross, He put a price tag on us – He declared the value of our soul to be greater than the value of the whole world. Whose opinion are you going to accept? Believing a lie will put you in bondage. Believing in the Truth will set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth is that our value is not determined by what others think of us or what we think of ourselves. Our value is determined by how God views me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:1-18: &lt;em&gt;O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD. You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me," even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 1:3-8: &lt;em&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 2:4: &lt;em&gt;As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth is that to God, my soul is worth more than the price of the whole world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16: &lt;em&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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:6-8: &lt;em&gt;You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth is that if we are children of God, we are God’s cherished possession and treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:1-2: &lt;em&gt;Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:13: &lt;em&gt;For if you live according to the sinful nature, you will die; but if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:15-17: &lt;em&gt;For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children. Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Peter 2:9: &lt;em&gt;But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6161248187653999749?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6161248187653999749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6161248187653999749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6161248187653999749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6161248187653999749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-worth-anything.html' title='Not Worth Anything'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SX24Z0lT37I/AAAAAAAADTc/iZOthfvPiLY/s72-c/hurt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-1197312860257898749</id><published>2009-01-25T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:15:34.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy Leigh DeMoss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies Women Believe...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Victory Over Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295218439203907650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXxlHXzY6EI/AAAAAAAADTU/gu-Z8YHPkhI/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie: I Cannot Walk In Consistent Victory Over Sin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than half of the women we surveyed acknowledged that they had bought into the lie that they could not live in consistent victory over sin. It is easy to see how Satan uses this lie to place believers in bondage.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 7:21-24 [says] any person who is a true child of God has been given a new nature – a nature that desires to obey God. Deep down, every true believer wants to live a life that is pleasing to God.&lt;br /&gt;However, according to the Scripture, even after we are born again, our “flesh” (our natural inclinations) continues to wage war against the Spirit of God living within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit says: Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;The flesh says: Hold a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit says: Be temperate.&lt;br /&gt;The flesh says: Eat whatever you want, whenever you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit says: Give that money to someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;The flesh says: Spend that money on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit says: Spend some time in the Word and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;The flesh says: You’ve had a long day; chill out in front of the TV for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit says: Hold your tongue. What you are about to say is not kind or necessary.&lt;br /&gt;The flesh says: Tell it like it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we choose to give in to the flesh, rather than yielding to the Spirit of God, we allow sin to gain mastery over us. On the other hand, every time we say yes to the Spirit, we give Him greater control of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;When we make repeated choices to obey sin rather than God, we establish habit patterns that are extremely difficult to break – we choose to live as sin’s slaves. For a while, we may find ourselves trying to do right, then failing, trying and failing, trying and failing. That is when the devil begins to convince us that it can never be any different, that we will always be enslaved to that sinful habit. We think, &lt;em&gt;What’s the use? I’m just going to blow it again! I’m going to be defeated by this for the rest of my life.&lt;/em&gt; So we give up. What has happened? Satan has succeeded in making us believe we cannot walk in consistent victory over temptation and sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that what we believe determines the way we live. If &lt;em&gt;we believe&lt;/em&gt; we are going to sin, then &lt;em&gt;we will&lt;/em&gt;. If &lt;em&gt;we believe&lt;/em&gt; we have to live in bondage, then &lt;em&gt;we will&lt;/em&gt;. If &lt;em&gt;we believe&lt;/em&gt; that we can’t live victorious lives, &lt;em&gt;we won’t&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is, you and I are powerless to change ourselves, for “Apart from me,” Jesus said, “you can do nothing” (John 15:5).&lt;br /&gt;So what are we to do? How can we be set free from habitual sin? It is the Truth that sets us free.&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is, through Christ’s finished work on the cross, we can live in victory over sin; Satan is no longer our master, and we no longer have to live as slaves to sin. If you are in Christ, the Truth is:&lt;br /&gt;You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness… Through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death.&lt;br /&gt; – Romans 6:18; 8:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth is we are not slaves to sin. Through Christ we have been set free from sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 8:31-32: &lt;em&gt;To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, "If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 6:6-7: &lt;em&gt;For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin— because anyone who has died has been freed from sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 5:1: &lt;em&gt;It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 10:10: &lt;em&gt;And by that will, we have been made holy through the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth is that by God’s grace and through the finished work of Christ on the cross, I can experience victory over sin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:5: &lt;em&gt;I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 6:9-11: &lt;em&gt;Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 2:20: &lt;em&gt;I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Galatians 5:22-25: &lt;em&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the sinful nature with its passions and desires. Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-1197312860257898749?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/1197312860257898749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=1197312860257898749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1197312860257898749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1197312860257898749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/victory-over-sin.html' title='Victory Over Sin'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXxlHXzY6EI/AAAAAAAADTU/gu-Z8YHPkhI/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-5408720901850807787</id><published>2009-01-24T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:17:56.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy Leigh DeMoss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies Women Believe...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>I Can't Control My Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXsUPdDdJSI/AAAAAAAADSc/eJ9gII2aP8Y/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294848042633864482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXsUPdDdJSI/AAAAAAAADSc/eJ9gII2aP8Y/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie: I Can’t Control My Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Enemy uses this lie to make us believe we have no choice but to be controlled by our emotions. While it may be true to some degree that we can’t help the way we feel, the Truth is that we don’t have to let our feelings run our lives.&lt;br /&gt;You may not be able to help feeling apprehensive about an upcoming medical exam, but that doesn’t mean you can’t stop worrying and fretting about the outcome. You may not be able to help feeling vulnerable in a lonely season of your life when a married man takes an interest in you, but that doesn’t mean you can’t help “falling in love” with him.&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is, regardless of what emotions are whirling around inside, by God’s grace, we can choose to fix our minds on Him and to “trust and obey.” When we do, we will experience His peace and the grace to be faithful, even though our circumstances may not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We must choose, without any regard to the state of our emotions, what attitude our will will take toward God. We must recognize that our emotions are only the servants of our will…&lt;br /&gt;Our will can control our feelings if only we are steadfastly minded to do so. Many times when my feelings have declared contrary to the facts, I have changed those feelings entirely by a steadfast assertion of their opposite…&lt;br /&gt;Surging emotions – like a tossing vessel, which by degrees yields to the steady pull of the anchor – finding themselves attached to the mighty power of God by the choice of your will, must sooner or later give allegiance to Him.”&lt;br /&gt;- Hannah Whitall Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scripture is filled with divine promises and commands that provide the means by which our emotions may be steadied in the midst of any storm – Matthew 28:20; Philippians 4:19; Isaiah 54:10; John 14:27; Philippians 4:6; 1 Thessalonians 5:18; Matthew 5:44; Mark 11:25.&lt;br /&gt;When we fix our minds on Christ and bring every thought into subjection to the Truth, the Holy Spirit sanctifies our emotions and grants supernatural grace, comfort, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth is that we do not have to be controlled by our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 54:10: &lt;em&gt;Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed," says the LORD, who has compassion on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:26: &lt;em&gt;“In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:4-7: &lt;em&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:18: &lt;em&gt;Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can choose to fix our minds on the Truth, to take every thought captive to the Truth, and to let God control our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 42:11: &lt;em&gt;Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 26:3: &lt;em&gt;You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 50:10: &lt;em&gt;Who among you fears the LORD and obeys the word of his servant? Let him who walks in the dark, who has no light, trust in the name of the LORD and rely on his God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 17:17: &lt;em&gt;Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 10:5: &lt;em&gt;We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:8-9: &lt;em&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Colossians 3:1-2: &lt;em&gt;Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-5408720901850807787?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/5408720901850807787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=5408720901850807787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5408720901850807787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5408720901850807787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-control-my-emotions.html' title='I Can&apos;t Control My Emotions'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXsUPdDdJSI/AAAAAAAADSc/eJ9gII2aP8Y/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6614854187427791317</id><published>2009-01-23T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:21:21.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy Leigh DeMoss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies Women Believe...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>It Must Be True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXnD1P8d8rI/AAAAAAAADSU/BjIMdwjvODQ/s1600-h/smileyface.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294478156531364530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXnD1P8d8rI/AAAAAAAADSU/BjIMdwjvODQ/s320/smileyface.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie: If I Feel Something, It Must Be True&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Enemy wants us to believe that if we feel unloved, we are unloved. If we feel we can’t cope with the pressure, it must be true that we can’t make it. If we feel God has deserted us or that He has acted unjustly in a matter that concerns us, the perhaps He has let us down. If we feel our situation is hopeless, then there must be no hope. If we don’t feel saved, then maybe we aren’t. If we don’t feel forgiven, then we must not be.&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is that, due to our fallen condition, our feelings often have very little to do with reality. In many instances, feelings are simply not a reliable gauge of what is actually true. When we allow them to be tied to our circumstances – which are constantly changing – rather than to the unchangeable realities of God and His Truth, our emotions are prone to fluctuate wildly.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t take much to put our emotions on an upswing – a clear, sunny day, a raise at work, a compliment from a friend, the successful completion of a big project, or losing five pounds. Meanwhile, emotional lows can be the result of a variety of factors including (but not limited to) a series of cloudy days, a tough day at the office, a disappointing phone call, a sleepless night, or a pizza we ate too late the night before.&lt;br /&gt;When you add in “big” things like the birth of a fourth child in five years, a major move, the loss of a job, the death of a mate or child, caring for a parent with Alzheimer’s, or being diagnosed with cancer, those emotions can really go haywire.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the roller-coaster ride our emotions sometimes take us on, we have to constantly bring our minds and thoughts back to the Truth. The Truth is, God is good, whether I feel like He is good or not. The Truth is, God loves me, whether I feel loved or not. The Truth is, through faith in the shed blood of Jesus Christ on my behalf, I am forgiven, whether I feel forgiven or not. The Truth is, God will never leave me or forsake me; He is with me all the time, even when I feel alone and forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;If we want to walk in freedom, we must realize that our emotions are not necessarily trustworthy and be willing to reject any feelings that are not consistent with the Truth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth is that our feelings cannot always be trusted. They often have little to do with reality and can easily deceive us into believing things that are not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 119:29-30: &lt;em&gt;Keep me from deceitful ways; be gracious to me through your law. I have chosen the way of truth; I have set my heart on your laws.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 17:9-10: &lt;em&gt;The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? "I the LORD search the heart and examine the mind, to reward a man according to his conduct, according to what his deeds deserve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We must choose to reject any feelings that are not consistent with the Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 33:4: &lt;em&gt;For the word of the LORD is right and true; he is faithful in all he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 51:6: &lt;em&gt;Surely you desire truth in the inner parts; you teach me wisdom in the inmost place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 56:3-4: &lt;em&gt;When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:14-15: &lt;em&gt;Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of men in their deceitful scheming. Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into him who is the Head, that is, Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Philippians 4:8-9: &lt;em&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6614854187427791317?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6614854187427791317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6614854187427791317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6614854187427791317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6614854187427791317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-must-be-true.html' title='It Must Be True'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXnD1P8d8rI/AAAAAAAADSU/BjIMdwjvODQ/s72-c/smileyface.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-54515386250033527</id><published>2009-01-22T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:18:20.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy Leigh DeMoss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies Women Believe...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>God Is Not Really Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXhxi88epWI/AAAAAAAADSM/gR8zQ0EModk/s1600-h/inthegarden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294106207263303010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXhxi88epWI/AAAAAAAADSM/gR8zQ0EModk/s320/inthegarden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was recently reading Nancy Leigh DeMoss’ book called &lt;em&gt;Lies Women Believe and the Truth That Sets Them Free&lt;/em&gt; and there were a few chapters that I particularly wanted to share here. Each of these sections I am going to share (over the next few days) talk about the lie itself (what we tell ourselves) and then state the Truths and Scripture verses that prove those Truths.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy reading these, and if you find you relate to them, that you will be able to apply the truths to your life when these lies surface.&lt;br /&gt;The first is the lie that “God Is Not Really Enough,” which is a lie I think many Christians struggle with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie: God Is Not Really Enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Christ is all I need, all that I need.” It’s one thing to sing that little chorus when we’re sitting in a church service. But when we walk out the church doors and into the rough-and-tumble world, do we really believe He is all we need? As with [other] lies, we would hardly dare to breathe these words; few of us consciously believe this lie. But the way we live reveals that this is what we really do believe.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, we don’t believe God’s Word is truly sufficient to deal with our problems. Oh, it can deal with everyone else’s problems; but it doesn’t speak to my issues, my needs, my relationships, my situation. I need God’s Word plus these eight books from the Christian bookstore; I need God’s Word plus tapes and conferences and counsellors.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I need God. But I need Him plus close friends; I need Him plus good health; I need Him plus a husband; I need Him plus children; I need Him plus a job that pays enough; I need Him plus a house with a microwave, a washer/dryer, a garage, and a fresh paint job…&lt;br /&gt;Do you really believe that if you have God you have enough? Do we truly believe God is enough, or are we looking to other things and people to fill the empty places of our hearts – food, shopping, friends, hobbies, vacations, our job, or our family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth is that God is enough. If you have Him, you have all you need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23:1: &lt;em&gt;The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 73:23-26: &lt;em&gt;Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory. Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Colossians 2:9-10: &lt;em&gt;For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form, and you have been given fullness in Christ, who is the head over every power and authority.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-54515386250033527?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/54515386250033527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=54515386250033527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/54515386250033527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/54515386250033527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-is-not-really-enough.html' title='God Is Not Really Enough'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXhxi88epWI/AAAAAAAADSM/gR8zQ0EModk/s72-c/inthegarden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-8076938774796206059</id><published>2009-01-21T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:24:06.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>I Will Be Their God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXchcfNkkkI/AAAAAAAADSE/7VoABboRwAo/s1600-h/armsopen2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293736660295782978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXchcfNkkkI/AAAAAAAADSE/7VoABboRwAo/s320/armsopen2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“I will be their God.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;– Jeremiah 31:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christian! Here is all you can require. To make you happy you want something that will &lt;em&gt;satisfy&lt;/em&gt; you; is this not enough? If you can pour this promise into your cup, will you not say with David, “My cup runneth over; I have more than my heart can wish”? When this saying “I am thy God” is fulfilled, are you not possessor of all things? …Are you complete when God is yours? Do you want anything but God? Isn’t His all-sufficiency enough to satisfy you if all else should fail? But you want more than quiet satisfaction; you desire rapturous delight. Come, soul, here is music fit for heaven in this your portion, for God is the Maker of Heaven…&lt;br /&gt;“I will be their God.” If this does not make your eyes sparkle, and your heart beat high with bliss, then assuredly your soul is not in a healthy state. But you want more than present delights – you crave something concerning which you may exercise &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;; and what more can you hope for than the fulfillment of this great promise, “I will be their God”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;… Dwell in the light of the Lord, and let your soul be always ravished with His love… live up to your privileges, and rejoice with unspeakable joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(C.H. Spurgeon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-8076938774796206059?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/8076938774796206059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=8076938774796206059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8076938774796206059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8076938774796206059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-be-their-god.html' title='I Will Be Their God'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXchcfNkkkI/AAAAAAAADSE/7VoABboRwAo/s72-c/armsopen2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4551122032398249975</id><published>2009-01-20T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:13:50.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barlow Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Never Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXXNQ3Zd18I/AAAAAAAADR8/sc_AuZ5PXVg/s1600-h/never+alone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293362626676250562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXXNQ3Zd18I/AAAAAAAADR8/sc_AuZ5PXVg/s320/never+alone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The following are lyrics to a song that I’ve come to really appreciate, called “Never Alone,” by Barlow Girl. It’s a good reminder that even when we feel that we are alone, we never are – which is a truth revealed in two of my favourite Scripture verses:&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 28:20: &lt;em&gt;And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age&lt;/em&gt; and Psalm 73:23(-26): &lt;em&gt;Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But You didn't show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I needed You today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You told me to call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you said You'd be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And though I haven't seen You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are You still there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cried out with no reply and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't feel You by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'll hold tight to what I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're here and I'm never alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And though I can not see You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I can't explain why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Such a deep, deep reassurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've placed in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We cannot separate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause You're part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and though You're invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll trust the unseen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cried out with no reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can't feel You by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'll hold tight to what I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're here and I'm never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4551122032398249975?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4551122032398249975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4551122032398249975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4551122032398249975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4551122032398249975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-alone.html' title='Never Alone'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXXNQ3Zd18I/AAAAAAAADR8/sc_AuZ5PXVg/s72-c/never+alone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-678034463987406015</id><published>2009-01-19T08:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:21:56.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aslan'/><title type='text'>The Last Battle pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXR9tTgwIFI/AAAAAAAADR0/-_RrD-aExM8/s1600-h/creation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292993679352406098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXR9tTgwIFI/AAAAAAAADR0/-_RrD-aExM8/s320/creation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the last Narnia posting, from the ending chapters of &lt;em&gt;The Last Battle&lt;/em&gt; - which include some of my favourite parts of the entire series! Enjoy.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;… They had seen strange things enough through that Doorway. But it was stranger than any of them to look round and find themselves in warm daylight, the blue sky above them, flowers at their feet, and laughter in Aslan’s eyes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Revelation 21:1; 2 Peter 3:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… It still seemed to be early, and the morning freshness was in the air &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Revelation 22:5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  They kept on stopping to look round and look behind them, partly because it was so beautiful but partly also because there was something about it which they could not understand.&lt;br /&gt;“Peter,” said Lucy, “where is this, do you suppose?”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know,” said the High King. “It reminds me of somewhere but I can’t give it a name. Could it be somewhere we once stayed for a holiday when we were very, very small?”&lt;br /&gt;“It would have to have been a jolly good holiday,” said Eustace. “I bet there isn’t a country like this anywhere in our world. Look at the colours! You couldn’t get blue like that blue on those mountains in our world.”&lt;br /&gt;“Is it not Aslan’s country?” said Tirian.&lt;br /&gt;“Not like Aslan’s country on top of that mountain beyond the Eastern end of the world,” said Jill. “I’ve been there.”&lt;br /&gt;“If you ask me,” said Edmund, “it’s like somewhere in the Narnian world. Look at those mountains ahead – and the big ice-mountains beyond them. Surely they’re rather like the mountains we used to see from Narnia, the ones up Westward beyond the Waterfall?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, so they are,” said Peter. “Only these are bigger.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think those ones are so very like anything in Narnia,” said Lucy. “But look there.” She pointed Southward to their left and everyone stopped and turned to look. “Those hills,” said Lucy, “the nice woody ones and the blue ones behind – aren’t they very like the Southern border of Narnia?”&lt;br /&gt;“Like!” cried Edmund after a moment’s silence. “Why, they’re exactly like. Look, there’s Mount Pire with his forked head, and there’s the pass into Archenland and everything!”&lt;br /&gt;“And yet they’re not like,” said Lucy. “They’re different. They have more colours on them and they look further away than I remembered and they’re more… more… oh, I don’t know…”&lt;br /&gt;“More like the real thing,” said the Lord Digory softly.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Farsight the Eagle spread his wings, soared thirty or forty feet up into the air, circled round and then alighted on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;“Kings and Queens,” he cried, “we have all been blind. We are only beginning to see where we are. From up there I have seen it all – Ettinsmur, Beaversdam, the Great River, and Cair Paravel still shining on the edge of the Eastern Sea. Narnia is not dead. This is Narnia.”&lt;br /&gt;“But how can it be?” said Peter. “For Aslan told us older ones that we should never return to Narnia, and here we are.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” said Eustace. “And we saw it all destroyed and the sun put out.”&lt;br /&gt;“And it’s all so different,” said Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;“The Eagle is right,” said the Lord Digory. “Listen, Peter. When Aslan said you could never go back into Narnia, he meant the Narnia you were thinking of. But that was not the real Narnia. That had a beginning and an end. It was only a shadow or a copy of the real Narnia which has always been here and always will be here: just as our own world, England and all, is only a shadow or copy of something in Aslan’s real world. You need not mourn over Narnia, Lucy. All of the old Narnia that mattered, all the dear creatures, have been drawn into the real Narnia through the Door. And of course it is different; as different as a real thing is from a shadow or as waking life is from a dream.”&lt;br /&gt;… It was the Unicorn who summed up what everyone was feeling. He stamped his right forehoof on the ground and neighed, and then cried:&lt;br /&gt;“I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now. The reason why we loved the old Narnia is that it sometimes looked a little like this…” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isaiah 35:10; Isaiah 65:17; 2 Corinthians 5:1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… And as He spoke He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture Verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21:1 - &lt;em&gt;Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Peter 3:13 - &lt;em&gt;But in keeping with his promise we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 22:5 - &lt;em&gt;There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 35:10 - &lt;em&gt;They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 65:17 - &lt;em&gt;Behold, I will create new heavens and a new earth. The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:1 - &lt;em&gt;Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-678034463987406015?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/678034463987406015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=678034463987406015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/678034463987406015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/678034463987406015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-battle-pt2.html' title='The Last Battle pt.2'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXR9tTgwIFI/AAAAAAAADR0/-_RrD-aExM8/s72-c/creation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-1415423496333822851</id><published>2009-01-18T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:26:07.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aslan'/><title type='text'>The Last Battle pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXMsuKOPeBI/AAAAAAAADRs/70KuP7B2J8U/s1600-h/door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292623158620157970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXMsuKOPeBI/AAAAAAAADRs/70KuP7B2J8U/s320/door.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next two days will be focusing on excerpts from &lt;em&gt;The Last Battle&lt;/em&gt;. This last book of The Chronicles of Narnia is packed with Scriptural parallels… I’m sure there are many more than I marked in these sections!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked round again and could hardly believe his eyes. There was the blue sky overhead, and grassy country spreading as far as he could see in every direction, and his new friends all around him laughing.&lt;br /&gt;“It seems, then,” said Tirian, smiling himself, “that the stable seen from within and the stable seen from without are two different places.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” said the Lord Digory. “Its inside is bigger than its outside.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” said Queen Lucy. “In our world too, a stable once had something inside it that was bigger than our whole world.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Luke 2:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all stood beside Aslan, on his right side, and looked through the open Doorway &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Revelation 4:1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The bonfire had gone out. On the earth all was blackness; in fact you could not have told that you were looking into a wood if you had not seen where the dark shapes of the trees ended and the stars began. But when Aslan had roared yet again, out on their left they saw another patch where there were no stars: and the patch rose up higher and higher and became the shape of a man, the hugest of all giants. … the giant raised a horn to his mouth. They could see this by the change of the black shape he made against the stars. After that – quite a bit later, because sound travels so slowly – they heard the sound of the horn: high and terrible, yet of a strange, deadly beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately the sky became full of shooting stars. Even one shooting star is a fine thing to see; but these were dozens, and then scores, and then hundreds, till it was like silver rain: and it went on and on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isaiah 34:4)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And when it had gone on for some while, one or two of them began to think that there was another dark shape against the sky as well as the giant’s. It was in a different place, right overhead, up in the very roof of the sky as you might call it. “Perhaps it is a cloud,” thought Edmund. At any rate, there were no stars there: just blackness. But all around, the downpour of stars went on. And then the starless patch began to grow, spreading further and further from the center of the sky. And presently a quarter of the whole sky was black, and then a half, and at last the rain of shooting stars was going on only low down near the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;With a thrill of wonder (and there was some terror in it too) they all suddenly realized what was happening. The spreading blackness was not a cloud at all: it was simply emptiness. The black part of the sky was the part in which there were no stars left….&lt;br /&gt;On the grass before them lay their own shadows. But the great thing was Aslan’s shadow. It streamed away to their left, enormous and very terrible. And all this was under a sky that would now be starless forever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Joel 3:15)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The light from behind them (and a little to their right) was so strong that it lit up even the slopes of the Northern Moors. Something was moving there. Enormous animals were crawling and sliding down into Narnia: great dragons and giant lizards and featherless birds with wings like bats’ wings. They disappeared into the woods and for a few minutes there was silence. Then there came – at first from very far off – sounds of wailing and then, from every direction, a rustling and a pattering and a sound of wings. It came nearer and nearer. Soon one could distinguish the scamper of little feet from the padding of big paws, and the clack-clack of light little hoofs from the thunder of great ones. And then one could see thousands of pairs of eyes gleaming. And at last, out of the shadow of the trees, racing up the hill for dear life, by thousands and by millions, came all kinds of creatures – Talking Beasts, Dwarfs, Satyrs, Fauns, Giants, Calormenes, men from Archenland, Monopods, and strange unearthly things from the remote islands or the unknown Western lands. And all these ran up to the doorway where Aslan stood.&lt;br /&gt;… The creatures came rushing on, their eyes brighter and brighter as they drew nearer and nearer to the standing Stars. But as they came right up to Aslan one or other of two things happened to each of them. They all looked straight in his face, I don’t think they had any choice about that. And when some looked, the expression of their faces changed terribly – it was fear and hatred: except that, on the faces of Talking Beasts, the fear and hatred lasted only for a fraction of a second. You could see that they suddenly ceased to be Talking Beasts. They were just ordinary animals. And all the creatures who looked at Aslan in that way swerved to their right, his left, and disappeared into his huge black shadow, which (as you have heard) streamed away to the left of the doorway &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Matthew 25:32, Matthew 25:41)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The children never saw them again. I don’t know what became of them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Revelation 21:27; Psalm 37:20; Matthew 13:37-43)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But the others looked in the face of Aslan and loved him, though some of them were very frightened at the same time. And all these came in at the Door, in on Aslan’s right &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Matthew 25:46b; John 6:40; Luke 13:24; 2 Peter 3:13)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Then the Moon came up, quite in her wrong position, very close to the sun, and she also looked red. And at the sight of her the sun began shooting out great flames, like whiskers or snakes of crimson fire, toward her. It is as if he were an octopus trying to draw her to himself in his tentacles. And perhaps he did draw her. At any rate she came to him, slowly at first, but then more and more quickly, till at last his long flames licked round her and the two ran together and became one huge ball like a burning coal. Great lumps of fire came dropping out of it into the sea and clouds of steam rose up.&lt;br /&gt;Then Aslan said, “Now make an end.”&lt;br /&gt;The giant threw his horn into the sea. Then he stretched out one arm – very black it looked, and thousands of miles long – across the sky till his hand reached the Sun. He took the Sun and squeezed it in his hand as you would squeeze an orange. And instantly there was total darkness &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isaiah 13:10; Isaiah 8:22a)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Scripture Verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke 2:7 - &lt;em&gt;…and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 4:1 - &lt;em&gt;After this I looked, and there before me was a door standing open in heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 34:4 - &lt;em&gt;All the stars of the heavens will be dissolved and the sky rolled up like a scroll; all the starry host will fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel 3:15 - &lt;em&gt;The sun and moon will be darkened, and the stars no longer shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25:32 - &lt;em&gt;All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25:41 – &lt;em&gt;“Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed.’"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21:27 - &lt;em&gt;Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:20 - &lt;em&gt;But the wicked will perish: The LORD's enemies will be like the beauty of the fields, they will vanish—vanish like smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 13:37-43 - &lt;em&gt;He answered, "The one who sowed the good seed is the Son of Man. The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the sons of the kingdom. The weeds are the sons of the evil one, and the enemy who sows them is the devil. The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels. As the weeds are pulled up and burned in the fire, so it will be at the end of the age. The Son of Man will send out his angels, and they will weed out of his kingdom everything that causes sin and all who do evil. They will throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25:46 - &lt;em&gt;"… the righteous to eternal life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 6:40 - &lt;em&gt;For my Father's will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 13:24 - He said to them, &lt;em&gt;“Make every effort to enter through the narrow door, because many, I tell you, will try to enter and will not be able to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 13:10 - &lt;em&gt;The stars of heaven and their constellations will not show their light. The rising sun will be darkened and the moon will not give its light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 8:22a - &lt;em&gt;Then they will look toward the earth and see only distress and darkness and fearful gloom, and they will be thrust into utter darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-1415423496333822851?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/1415423496333822851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=1415423496333822851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1415423496333822851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1415423496333822851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-battle-pt1.html' title='The Last Battle pt.1'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXMsuKOPeBI/AAAAAAAADRs/70KuP7B2J8U/s72-c/door.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2363233291966574240</id><published>2009-01-17T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:05:59.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aslan'/><title type='text'>The Voyage of the Dawn Treader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXHXSe9qG3I/AAAAAAAADRk/Caok9PGoRDE/s1600-h/lamb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292247749686336370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXHXSe9qG3I/AAAAAAAADRk/Caok9PGoRDE/s320/lamb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today’s section of writing is from &lt;em&gt;The Voyage of the Dawn Treader&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… it looked as if the sky came down to meet the grass in front of them. But as they went on they got the strangest impression that here at last the sky did really come down and join the earth – a blue wall, very bright, but real and solid: more like glass than anything else. And soon they were quite sure of it. It was very near now.&lt;br /&gt;But between them and the foot of the sky there was something so white on the green grass that even with their eagles’ eyes they could hardly look at it. They came on and saw that it was a Lamb. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(John 1:29; Revelation 5:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Come and have breakfast,” said the Lamb in its sweet milky voice.&lt;br /&gt;Then they noticed for the first time that there was a fire lit on the grass and fish roasting on it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(John 21:9)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They sat down and at the fish, hungry now for the first time for many days. And it was the most delicious food they had ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;“Please, Lamb,” said Lucy, “is this the way to Aslan’s country?”&lt;br /&gt;“Not for you,” said the Lamb, “For you the door into Aslan’s country is from your own world.”&lt;br /&gt;“What!” said Edmund. “Is there a way into Aslan’s country from our world too?”&lt;br /&gt;“There is a way into my country from all the worlds,” said the Lamb; but as he spoke his snowy white flushed into tawny gold and his size changed and he was Aslan himself, towering above them and scattering light from his mane.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Aslan,” said Lucy. “Will you tell us how to get into your country from our world?”&lt;br /&gt;“I shall be telling you all the time,” said Aslan. “But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder. And now come; I will open the door in the sky and send you to your own land.”&lt;br /&gt;“Please, Aslan,” said Lucy. “Before we go, will you tell us when we can come back to Narnia again? Please. And oh, do, do, do make it soon.”&lt;br /&gt;“Dearest,” said Aslan very gently, “you and your brother will never come back into Narnia.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Aslan!!” said Edmund and Lucy both together in despairing voices.&lt;br /&gt;“You are too old, children,” said Aslan, “and you must begin to come close to your own world now.”&lt;br /&gt;“It isn’t Narnia, you know,” sobbed Lucy. “It’s you. We shan’t meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?”&lt;br /&gt;“But you shall meet me, dear one,” said Aslan.&lt;br /&gt;“Are – are you there too, Sir?” said Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;“I am,” said Aslan. “But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1 Chronicles 28:9b; Proverbs 8:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture Verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 1: 29 – &lt;em&gt;“Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 5:12 – &lt;em&gt;“Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 21:9 - &lt;em&gt;When they landed, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it, and some bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chronicles 28:9b – &lt;em&gt;“If you seek him, he will be found by you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Proverbs 8:17 - &lt;em&gt;I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2363233291966574240?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2363233291966574240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2363233291966574240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2363233291966574240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2363233291966574240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/voyage-of-dawn-treader.html' title='The Voyage of the Dawn Treader'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXHXSe9qG3I/AAAAAAAADRk/Caok9PGoRDE/s72-c/lamb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-8941201011361979917</id><published>2009-01-16T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:23:40.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aslan'/><title type='text'>The Horse and His Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXCJ06zHSRI/AAAAAAAADRE/rdvB4p6jJiA/s1600-h/lionfeet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291881104390179090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXCJ06zHSRI/AAAAAAAADRE/rdvB4p6jJiA/s320/lionfeet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Following excerpt is from my very favourite part of &lt;em&gt;The Horse and His Boy&lt;/em&gt;. I love how Lewis brings the story together, showing it all from Aslan’s point of view and showing how all was worked in his wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t see you at all,” said Shasta, after staring very hard. Then (for an even more terrifying idea had come into his head) he said, almost in a scream, “You’re not – not something dead, are you? Oh please – please do go away. What harm have I ever done you? Oh, I am the unluckiest person in the whole world!”&lt;br /&gt;Once more he felt the warm breath of the Thing on his hand and face. “There,” it said, “that is not the breath of a ghost. Tell me your sorrows.”&lt;br /&gt;Shasta was a little reassured by the breath: so he told how he had never known his real father or mother and had been brought up sternly by the fisherman. And then he told the story of his escape and how they were chased by lions and forced to swim for their lives; and of all their dangers in Tashbaan and about his night among the tombs and how the beasts howled at him out of the desert. And he told about the heat and thirst of their desert journey and how they were almost at their goal when another lion chased them and wounded Aravis. And also, how very long it was since he had had anything to eat.&lt;br /&gt;“I do not call you unfortunate,” said the Large Voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you think it was bad luck to meet so many lions?” said Shasta.&lt;br /&gt;“There was only one lion,” said the Voice.&lt;br /&gt;“What on earth do you mean? I’ve just told you there were at least two the first night, and – ”&lt;br /&gt;“There was only one: but he was swift of foot.”&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know?”&lt;br /&gt;“I was the lion.” And as Shasta gaped with open mouth and said nothing, the Voice continued. “I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the Horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Psalm 73:23; Romans 8:28)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then it was you who wounded Aravis?”&lt;br /&gt;“It was I.”&lt;br /&gt;“But what for?”&lt;br /&gt;“Child,” said the Voice, “I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own.”&lt;br /&gt;“What are you?” asked Shasta.&lt;br /&gt;“Myself,” said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again “Myself,” loud and clear and gay: and then the third time “Myself,” whispered so softly you could hardly hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Exodus 3:14)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shasta was no longer afraid that the Voice belonged to something that would eat him, nor that it was the voice of a ghost. But a new and different sort of trembling came over him. Yet he felt glad too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Psalm 2:11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The mist was turning from black to gray and from gray to white. This must have begun to happen some time ago, but while he had been talking to the Thing he had not been noticing anything else. Now, the whiteness around him became a shining whiteness; his eyes began to blink. Somewhere ahead he could hear birds singing. He knew the night was over at last. He could see the mane and ears and head of his horse quite easily now. A golden light fell on them from the left. He thought it was the sun.&lt;br /&gt;He turned and saw, pacing beside him, taller than the horse, a Lion. The horse did not seem to be afraid of it or else could not see it. It was from the Lion that the light came. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1 John 1:5; Revelation 21:23)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No one ever saw anything more terrible or beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Shasta had lived all his life too far south in Calormen to have heard the tales that were whispered in Tashbaan about a dreadful Narnian demon that appeared in the form of a lion. And of course he knew none of the true stories about Aslan, the great Lion, the son of the Emperor-over-the-sea, the King above all High Kings in Narnia. But after one glance at the Lion’s face he slipped out of the saddle and fell at its feet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Psalm 95:6; Romans 14:11)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He couldn’t say anything but then he didn’t want to say anything, and he knew he needn’t say anything.&lt;br /&gt;The High King above all kings stooped toward him. Its mane, and some strange and solemn perfume that hung about the man, was all round him. It touched his forehead with its tongue. He lifted his face and their eyes met. Then instantly the pale brightness of the mist and the fiery brightness of the Lion rolled themselves together into a swirling glory and gathered themselves up and disappeared. He was alone with the horse on a grassy hillside under a blue sky. And there were birds singing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isaiah 12:2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture Verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 73:23 - &lt;em&gt;Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:28 - &lt;em&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 3:14 - &lt;em&gt;God said to Moses, “I am who I am.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 2:11 - &lt;em&gt;Serve the LORD with fear and rejoice with trembling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 1:5 - &lt;em&gt;…God is light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 21:23 - &lt;em&gt;The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 95:6 - &lt;em&gt;Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 14:11 - &lt;em&gt;It is written: “‘As surely as I live,’ says the Lord, ‘every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.’”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isaiah 12:2 – &lt;em&gt;“Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The LORD, the LORD, is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-8941201011361979917?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/8941201011361979917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=8941201011361979917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8941201011361979917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8941201011361979917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/horse-and-his-boy.html' title='The Horse and His Boy'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SXCJ06zHSRI/AAAAAAAADRE/rdvB4p6jJiA/s72-c/lionfeet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4965402061432582846</id><published>2009-01-15T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:20:08.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aslan'/><title type='text'>The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SW82jPgk5rI/AAAAAAAADQ8/-z30KXcc5sU/s1600-h/lionstatue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291508066270111410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SW82jPgk5rI/AAAAAAAADQ8/-z30KXcc5sU/s320/lionstatue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These excerpts are, like yesterday’s, also taken from &lt;em&gt;The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/em&gt;. I found these sections to be quite packed with Scriptural parallels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, children, children, why are you following me?”&lt;br /&gt;“We couldn’t sleep,” said Lucy – and then felt sure that she need say no more and that Aslan knew all they had been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;“Please, may we come with you – wherever you are going?” asked Susan. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Luke 23:27)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well –” said Aslan, “I should be glad of company tonight. Yes, you may come, if you will promise to stop when I tell you, and after that leave me to go on alone.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, thank you, thank you. And we will,” said the two girls.&lt;br /&gt;Forward they went again and one of the girls walked on each side of the Lion. But how slowly he walked! And his great, royal head drooped so that his nose nearly touched the grass. Presently he stumbled and gave a low moan.&lt;br /&gt;“Aslan! Dear Aslan!” said Lucy, “what is wrong? Can’t you tell us?”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you ill, dear Aslan?” asked Susan.&lt;br /&gt;“No,” said Aslan. “I am sad and lonely. Lay your hands on my mane so that I can feel that you are there and let us walk like that.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Matthew 26:38)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the girls did what they would never have dared to do without his permission, but what they had longed to do every since they first saw him – buried their cold hands in the beautiful sea of fur and stroked it and, so doing, walked with him. And presently they saw that they were going with him up the slope of the hill on which the Stone Table stood. They went up at the side where the trees came furthest up, and when they got to the last tree (it was one that had some bushes about it) Aslan stopped and said,&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, children, children. Here you must stop. And whatever happens, do not let yourselves be seen. Farewell.”&lt;br /&gt;And both the girls cried bitterly (though they hardly knew why) and clung to the Lion and kissed his mane and his nose and paws and his great, sad eyes. Then he turned form them and walked out on to the top of the hill. And Lucy and Susan, crouching in the bushes, looked after him and this is what they saw.&lt;br /&gt;A great crowd of people were standing all round the Stone Table and though the moon was shining many of them carried torches which burned with evil-looking red flames and black smoke. But such people! Ogres with monstrous teeth, and wolves, and bull-headed men; spirits of evil trees and poisonous plants; and other creatures whom I won’t describe because if I did the grown-ups would probably not let you read this book – Cruels and Hags and Incubuses, Wraiths, Horrors, Efreets, Sprites, Orknies, Wooses, and Ettins. In fact here were all those who were on the Witch’s side and whom the Wolf had summoned at her command. And right in the middle, standing by the Table, was the Witch herself.&lt;br /&gt;A howl and a gibber of dismay went up from the creatures when they first saw the great Lion pacing toward them, and for a moment even the Witch herself seemed to be struck with fear. Then she recovered herself and gave a wild, fierce laugh.&lt;br /&gt;“The fool!” she cried. “The fool has come. Bind him fast.”&lt;br /&gt;Lucy and Susan held their breaths waiting for Aslan’s roar and his spring upon his enemies. But it never came. Four Hags, grinning and leering, yet also (at first) hanging back and half afraid of what they had to do, had approached him. “Bind him, I say!” repeated the White Witch. The Hags made a dart at him and shrieked with triumph when they found that he made no resistance at all. Then others – the evil dwarfs and apes – rushed in to help them, and between them they rolled the huge Lion over on his back and tied all his four paws together, shouting and cheering as if they had done something brave, though, had the Lion chosen, one of those paws could have been the death of them all. But he made no noise, even when the enemies, straining and tugging, pulled the cords so tight that they cut into his flesh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isaiah 53:7)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then they began to drag him toward the Stone Table.&lt;br /&gt;“Stop!” said the Witch. “Let him first be shaved.”&lt;br /&gt;Another roar of mean laughter went up from her followers as an ogre with a pair of shears came forward and squatted down by Aslan’s head. Snip-snip-snip went the shears and masses of curling gold began to fall to the ground. Then the ogre stood back and the children, watching from their hiding-place, could see the face of Aslan looking all small and different without his mane. The enemies also saw the difference.&lt;br /&gt;“Why, he’s only a great cat after all!” cried one.&lt;br /&gt;“Is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; what we were afraid of?” said another.&lt;br /&gt;And they surged around Aslan, jeering at him, saying things like “Puss, Puss! Poor Pussy,” and “How many mice have you caught today, Cat?” and “Would you like a saucer of milk, Pussums?” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Matthew 27:27-31)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, how &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;they?” said Lucy, tears streaming down her cheeks. “The brutes, the brutes!” for now that the first shock was over the shorn face of Aslan looked to her braver, and more beautiful and more patient than ever.&lt;br /&gt;“Muzzle him!” said the Witch. And even now, as they worked about his face putting on the muzzle, one bite from his jaws would have cost two or three of them their hands. But he never moved. And this seemed to enrage all that rabble. Everyone was at him now. Those who had been afraid to come near him even after he was bound began to find their courage, and for a few minutes the two girls could not even see him – so thickly was he surrounded by the whole crowd of creatures kicking him, hitting him, spitting on him, jeering at him. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Matthew 26:67)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At last the rabble had had enough of this. They began to drag the bound a muzzled Lion to the Stone Table, some pulling and some pushing. He was so huge that even when they got him there it took all their efforts to hoist him onto the surface of it. Then there was more tying and tightening of cords.&lt;br /&gt;“The cowards! The cowards!” sobbed Susan. “Are they &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; afraid of him, even now?”&lt;br /&gt;When once Aslan had been tied (and tied so that he was really a mass of cords) on the flat stone, a hush fell on the crowd. Four Hags, holding four torches, stood at the corners of the Table. The Witch bared her arms as she had bared them the previous night when it had been Edmund instead of Aslan. Then she began to whet her knife. It looked to the children, when the gleam of the torchlight fell on it, as if the knife were made of stone, not steel, and it was a strange and evil shape.&lt;br /&gt;At last she drew near. She stood by Aslan’s head. Her face was working and twitching with passion, but his looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad. Then, just before she gave the blow, she stooped down and said in a quivering voice,&lt;br /&gt;“And now, who has won? Fool, did you think that by all this you would save the human traitor? Now I will kill you instead of him as our pact was and so the Deep Magic will be appeased. But when you are dead what will prevent me from killing him as well? And who will take him out of my hand &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;? Understand that you have given me Narnia forever, you have lost your own life and you have not saved his. In that knowledge, despair and die.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment they heard from behind them a loud noise – a great cracking, deafening noise as if a giant had broken a giant’s plate.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s that?” said Lucy, clutching Susan’s arm.&lt;br /&gt;“I – I feel afraid to turn around,” said Susan; “something awful is happening.”&lt;br /&gt;“They’re doing something worse to &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt;,” said Lucy. “Come on!” And she turned, pulling Susan around with her.&lt;br /&gt;The rising of the sun had made everything look so different – all colours and shadows were changed – that for a moment they didn’t see the important thing. Then they did. The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that ran down it from end to end &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Matthew 27:51)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; and there was no Aslan.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, oh, oh!” cried the two girls, rushing back to the Table.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, it’s too bad,” sobbed Lucy; “they might have left the body alone.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s done it?” cried Susan. “What does it mean? Is it more magic?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes!” said a great voice behind their backs. “It is more magic.” They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Aslan!” cried both the children, staring up at him, almost as much frightened as they were glad. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Luke 24:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Aren’t you dead then, dear Aslan?” said Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;“Not now,” said Aslan.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re not – not a – ?” asked Susan in a shaky voice. She couldn’t bring herself to say the word ghost. Aslan stooped his golden head and licked her forehead. The warmth of his breath and a rich sort of smell that seemed to hang about his hair came all over her.&lt;br /&gt;“Do I look it?” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you’re real, you’re real! Oh, Aslan!” cried Lucy, and both girls flung themselves upon him and covered him with kisses.&lt;br /&gt;“But what does it all mean?” asked Susan when they were somewhat calmer.&lt;br /&gt;“It means,” said Aslan, “that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and the darkness before Time dawned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hebrews 1:10; Jeremiah 10:12)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she would have read there a different incantation. She would have known that when a willing victim &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(John 10:18)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(2 Corinthians 5:21; Isaiah 53:5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture Verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke 23:27 - &lt;em&gt;A large number of people followed him, including women who mourned and wailed for him.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew 26:38 - &lt;em&gt;Then he said to them, "My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 53:7 - &lt;em&gt;He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 27:27-31 – (The Soldiers Mock Jesus) &lt;em&gt;Then the governor's soldiers took Jesus into the Praetorium and gathered the whole company of soldiers around him. They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him, and then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on his head. They put a staff in his right hand and knelt in front of him and mocked him. "Hail, king of the Jews!" they said. They spit on him, and took the staff and struck him on the head again and again. After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 26:67 - &lt;em&gt;Then they spit in his face and struck him with their fists. Others slapped him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 27:51 - &lt;em&gt;At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 24:5-6 - &lt;em&gt;In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 1:10 – &lt;em&gt;“In the beginning, O Lord, you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 10:12 - &lt;em&gt;But God made the earth by his power; he founded the world by his wisdom and stretched out the heavens by his understanding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 10:18 - &lt;em&gt;No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:21 - &lt;em&gt;God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isaiah 53:5 - &lt;em&gt;But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4965402061432582846?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4965402061432582846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4965402061432582846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4965402061432582846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4965402061432582846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/lion-witch-and-wardrobe.html' title='The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SW82jPgk5rI/AAAAAAAADQ8/-z30KXcc5sU/s72-c/lionstatue.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4157835678415398686</id><published>2009-01-14T08:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:52:02.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aslan'/><title type='text'>Narnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SW3tQQqNj6I/AAAAAAAADQc/cRDFD3d5xYE/s1600-h/NarniaBooks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291146000835907490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SW3tQQqNj6I/AAAAAAAADQc/cRDFD3d5xYE/s320/NarniaBooks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am 26 years old and I can honestly say that my favourite series of books is C.S. Lewis’ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Perhaps that seems immature, but there’s just something about them that I can never get enough of. Growing up I read the series many times, and as an adult have re-read the series several times again. They are just great books for kids and (I believe) adults alike. When I was a kid I tended to like the fun descriptions of the creatures and all of the adventure most of all. As an adult I’ve come to love the parallels to the Bible that are so clear to me now, that I didn’t understand as a child.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I re-read the books I jotted down verses as I was reading… verses that reminded me of what I was reading in the books. Some weren’t necessarily exact “references” between Lewis’ words and Scripture, but many are. I was talking about these parallels with a friend of mine recently and thought I would take a few days on here to share what I personally see through Lewis’ books. I will be including the text from the books, with the address of the Scripture that came to mind while reading, followed by the actual Scripture verses noted at the end.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a C.S. Lewis or Narnia expert. I’m not saying that these verses are exactly what Lewis had in mind. In fact, I did read that Lewis never really meant the books to be so paralleled to the Bible. But this is just what comes to mind as I’m reading the Narnia books and I always appreciate that these books draw my mind to Scripture.&lt;br /&gt;The first couple of excerpts are from &lt;em&gt;The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… now that Aslan is on the move – ”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, yes! Tell us about Aslan!” said several voices at once; for once again that strange feeling – like the first signs of spring, like good news, had come over them&lt;br /&gt;“Who is Aslan?” asked Susan.&lt;br /&gt;“Aslan?” said Mr. Beaver. “Why, don’t you know? He’s the King. He’s the Lord of the whole wood, but not often here, you understand. Never in my time or my father’s time. But the word has reached us that he has come back. He is in Narnia at this moment. He’ll settle the White Queen all right. It is he, not you, that will save Mr. Tumnus.”&lt;br /&gt;“She won’t turn him into stone too?” said Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;“Lord love you, Son of Adam, what a simple thing to say!” answered Mr. Beaver with a great laugh. “Turn him into stone? If she can stand on her two feet and look him in the face it’ll be the most she can do and more than I expect of her. No, no. He’ll put all to rights as it says in an old rhyme in these parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,&lt;br /&gt;When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,&lt;br /&gt;And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You’ll understand when you see him.”&lt;br /&gt;“But shall we see him?” asked Susan.&lt;br /&gt;“Why, Daughter of Eve, that’s what I brought you here for. I’m to lead you where you shall meet him,” said Mr. Beaver.&lt;br /&gt;“Is – is he a man?” asked Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;“Aslan a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Certainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-beyond-the Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the great Lion.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Revelation 5:5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”&lt;br /&gt;“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver; “if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nahum 1:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were on a green open space from which you could look down on the forest spreading as far as one could see in every direction – except right ahead. There, far to the East, was something twinkling and moving. “By gum!” whispered Peter to Susan, “the sea!” In the very middle of this open hilltop was the Stone Table. It was a great grim slab of gray stone supported on four upright stones. It looked very old; and it was cut all over with strange lines and figures that might be the letters of an unknown language. They gave you a curious feeling when you looked at them. The next thing they saw was a pavilion pitched on one side of the open place. A wonderful pavilion it was – and especially now when the light of the setting sun fell upon it – with sides of what looked like yellow silk and cords of crimson and tent-pegs of ivory; and high above it on a pole a banner which bore a red rampant lion fluttering in the breeze which was blowing in their faces from the far-off sea. While they were looking at this they heard the sound of music on their right; and turning in that direction they saw what they had come to see.&lt;br /&gt;Aslan stood in the center of a crowd of creatures who had grouped themselves round him in the shape of a half-moon. There were Tree-Women there and Well-Women (Dryads and Naiads as they used to be called in our world) who had stringed instruments; it was they who had made the music. There were four great centaurs. The horse part of them was huge like English farm horses, and the man part was like stern but beautiful giants. There was also a unicorn, and a bull with the head of a man, and a pelican, and an eagle, and a great Dog. And next to Aslan stood two leopards of whom one carried his crown and the other his standard.&lt;br /&gt;But as for Aslan himself, the Beavers and the children didn’t know what to do or say when they saw him. People who have not been in Narnia sometimes think that a thing cannot be good and terrible at the same time. If the children had ever thought so, they were cured of it now. For when they tried to look at Aslan’s face they just caught a glimpse of the golden mane and the great, royal, solemn, overwhelming eyes; and then they found they couldn’t look at him and went all trembly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1 Chronicles 16:30a; Jeremiah 5:22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;… “We have come – Aslan.”&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam,” said Aslan. “Welcome, Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve. Welcome He-Beaver and She-Beaver.”&lt;br /&gt;His voice was deep and rich and somehow took the fidgets out of them. They now felt glad and quiet and it didn’t seem awkward to them to stand and say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;“But where is the fourth?” asked Aslan.&lt;br /&gt;“He has tried to betray them and joined the White Witch, O Aslan,” said Mr. Beaver. And then something made Peter say,&lt;br /&gt;“That was partly my fault, Aslan. I was angry with him and I think that helped him to go wrong.”&lt;br /&gt;And Aslan said nothing either to excuse Peter or to blame him but merely stood looking at him with his great unchanging eyes. And it seemed to all of them that there was nothing to be said.&lt;br /&gt;“Please – Aslan,” said Lucy, “can nothing be done to save Edmund?”&lt;br /&gt;“All shall be done,” said Aslan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Matthew 18:14)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. “But it may be harder than you think.” And then he was silent again for some time. Up to that moment Lucy had been thinking how royal and strong and peaceful his face looked; now it suddenly came into her head that he looked sad as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture Verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 5:5 - &lt;em&gt;Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahum 1:5 - &lt;em&gt;The mountains quake before him and the hills melt away. The earth trembles at his presence, the world and all who live in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chronicles 16:30a - &lt;em&gt;Tremble before him, all the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 5:22 – &lt;em&gt;“Should you not fear me?” declares the LORD. “Should you not tremble in my presence?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew 18:14 - &lt;em&gt;In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4157835678415398686?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4157835678415398686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4157835678415398686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4157835678415398686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4157835678415398686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/narnia.html' title='Narnia'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SW3tQQqNj6I/AAAAAAAADQc/cRDFD3d5xYE/s72-c/NarniaBooks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-7856312365374930944</id><published>2009-01-13T07:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:03:38.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valley of Vision'/><title type='text'>God The All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWyQRBhtnCI/AAAAAAAADQU/5zW7Lig454Q/s1600-h/hands1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290762284395502626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWyQRBhtnCI/AAAAAAAADQU/5zW7Lig454Q/s320/hands1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve been greatly inspired, blessed, and encouraged through the prayers found in the book &lt;em&gt;The Valley of Vision&lt;/em&gt;. I have posted a few prayers from this book in the past, and I want to continue to do so as I read through the book this year and come across prayers that specifically impact me... Like this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God The All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O God Whose will conquers all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comfort in anything apart from&lt;br /&gt;enjoying thee and being engaged in thy service;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art All in all, and all enjoyments are&lt;br /&gt;what to me thou makest them, and no more.&lt;br /&gt;I am well pleased with thy will, whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;or should be in all respects.&lt;br /&gt;And if thou bidst me decide for myself in any affair,&lt;br /&gt;I would choose to refer all to thee,&lt;br /&gt;for thou art infinitely wise and cannot do amiss,&lt;br /&gt;as I am in danger of doing.&lt;br /&gt;I rejoice to think that all things are at thy disposal,&lt;br /&gt;and it delights me to leave them there.&lt;br /&gt;Then prayer turns wholly into praise,&lt;br /&gt;and all I can do is to adore and bless thee.&lt;br /&gt;What shall I give thee for all thy benefits?&lt;br /&gt;I am in a straight betwixt two, knowing not what to do;&lt;br /&gt;I long to make some return, but have nothing to offer,&lt;br /&gt;and can only rejoice that thou doest all,&lt;br /&gt;that none in heaven or on earth shares thy honour;&lt;br /&gt;I can of myself do nothing to glorify thy blessed name,&lt;br /&gt;but I can through grace cheerfully surrender soul and body to thee,&lt;br /&gt;I know that thou art the author and finisher of faith,&lt;br /&gt;that the whole work of redemption is thine alone,&lt;br /&gt;that every good work or thought found in me is the effect&lt;br /&gt;of thy power and grace,&lt;br /&gt;that thy sole motive in working in me to will and to do is&lt;br /&gt;for thy good pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;O God, it is amazing that men can talk so much&lt;br /&gt;about man’s creaturely power and goodness,&lt;br /&gt;when, if thou didst not hold us back every moment,&lt;br /&gt;we should be devils incarnate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This, by bitter experience, thou hast taught me concerning myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-7856312365374930944?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/7856312365374930944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=7856312365374930944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7856312365374930944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7856312365374930944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-all.html' title='God The All'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWyQRBhtnCI/AAAAAAAADQU/5zW7Lig454Q/s72-c/hands1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-8747263930476340882</id><published>2009-01-12T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:34:01.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse study'/><title type='text'>Psalm 31:14-15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWtGVtxl6iI/AAAAAAAADQM/CVO3c6i5bKs/s1600-h/timehands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290399526155577890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWtGVtxl6iI/AAAAAAAADQM/CVO3c6i5bKs/s320/timehands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I trust in you, O LORD;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "You are my God."&lt;br /&gt;My times are in your hands…&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 31:14-15a  NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A while ago I read this verse in a devotional reading I was doing and it really jumped out at me. I decided to memorize it immediately, and I find myself often repeating this verse in my head. It’s proven to be a verse of great comfort!&lt;br /&gt;So, as I usually do when I have a verse that I particularly find myself mulling over, I read as much about it as possible to grasp its fullness.&lt;br /&gt;This passage had quite a bit of commentary on it, and here’s what I all learned about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 14a – “But I trust in you, O LORD”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paraphrasing John Gill’s Exposition of the Bible: this verse focuses on the fact that David’s faith was revived again and was set upon the Lord, after all of the discouraging views he had of things. He committed himself to Him, believing He was able to help him and deliver him in his time of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Henry’s Complete Commentary on the Bible expounds this, saying, “everything looked black and dismal round about [David], and threatened to drive him to despair: “But I trust in you, O LORD” and was thereby kept from sinking. His enemies robbed him of his reputation among men, but they could not rob him of his comfort in God, because they could not drive him from his confidence in God.”&lt;br /&gt;Spurgeon comments that, “notwithstanding all afflicting circumstances, David's faith maintained its hold, and was not turned aside from its object.” He makes this applicable to us reminding us that “so long as our faith, which is our shield, is safe, the battle may go hard, but its ultimate result is no matter of question.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 14b – “I say, You are my God”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase has so much confident power in it… as Matthew Henry looked at it, it’s as though David is saying here, “I have chosen you for me, and you have promised to be mine.” Henry’s commentary continues: “and, if he be ours and we can by faith call him so, it is enough when we can call nothing else ours.” What a comfort, and what a wonderful truth to have such confidence in!&lt;br /&gt;Spurgeon explains this further as he says, “[David] proclaimed aloud his determined allegiance to Jehovah. He was no fair weather believer, he could hold to his faith in a sharp frost, and wrap it about him as a garment fitted to keep out all the ills of time.” What a great way of wording it… “determined allegiance” – that is exactly what we see here in this short, yet powerful phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 15a – “My times are in Your hands”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start very simply, the word “times” is here translated as being one’s “course of life” (Jamieson, Faussett and Brown). To make this phrase personal, one can say:&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever changes come, you govern them by your providence” (Geneva Study Bible); or “My times - all the affairs and events of my life, are wholly in thy power” (John Wesley’s Notes on the Bible).&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Henry really brings this verse – “my times are in Your hands” – to the believer’s life as he expands on it further, saying, “If God has our times in his hand, he can help us; and, if he is our God, he will help us; and then what can discourage us? It is a great support to those who have God for their God that their times are in his hand and he will be sure to order and dispose of them for the best, to all those who commit their spirits also into his hand, to suit them to their times, as David here. The time of life is in God's hands, to lengthen or shorten, embitter or sweeten, as he pleases, according to the counsel of his will. Our times (all events that concern us, and the timing of them) are at God's disposal; they are not in our own hands, for the way of man is not in himself, not in our friends' hands, nor in our enemies' hands, but in God's.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spurgeon gives a beautiful word picture of this, stating that the “sovereign arbiter of destiny holds in his own power all the issues of our life; we are not waifs and strays upon the ocean of fate, but are steered by infinite wisdom towards our desired haven. Providence is a soft pillow for anxious heads, an anodyne for care, a grave for despair.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-8747263930476340882?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/8747263930476340882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=8747263930476340882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8747263930476340882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8747263930476340882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/psalm-3114-15.html' title='Psalm 31:14-15'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWtGVtxl6iI/AAAAAAAADQM/CVO3c6i5bKs/s72-c/timehands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4272495551411422582</id><published>2009-01-11T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:09:16.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWnuzSDVacI/AAAAAAAADPs/NyDa8oeOg1o/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021802109921730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWnuzSDVacI/AAAAAAAADPs/NyDa8oeOg1o/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To want what we don't have is impatience, for one thing, and it is to mistrust God. Is He not in complete control of all circumstances, events, and conditions? If some are beyond His control, He is not God.&lt;br /&gt;A spirit of resistance cannot wait on God. I believe it is this spirit which is the reason for some of our greatest sufferings. Opposing the workings of the Lord in and through our "problems" only exacerbates them. It is here and now that we must win our victories or suffer defeats. Spiritual victories are won in the quiet acceptance of ordinary events, which are God's "bright servants," standing all around us.&lt;br /&gt;Restlessness and impatience change nothing except our peace and joy. Peace does not dwell in outward things, but in the heart prepared to wait trustfully and quietly on Him who has all things safely in His hands. "&lt;em&gt;Peace I leave with you; I do not give to you as the world gives&lt;/em&gt;" (John 14:27, NEB). What sort of peace has He to give us? A peace which was constant in the midst of ceaseless work (with few visible results), frequent interruptions, impatient demands, few physical comforts; a peace which was not destroyed by the arguments, the faithlessness, and hatred of the people. Jesus had perfect confidence in His Father, whose will He had come to accomplish. Nothing touched Him without His Father's permission. Nothing touches me without my Father's permission. Can I not then wait patiently? He will show the way.&lt;br /&gt;If I am willing to be still in my Master's hand, can I not then be still in everything? He's got the whole world in His hands! Never mind whether things come from God Himself or from people-- everything comes by His ordination or permission. If I mean to be obedient and submissive to the Lord because He is my Lord, I must not forget that whatever He allows to happen becomes, for me, His will at that moment. Perhaps it is someone else's sinful action, but if God allows it to affect me, He wills it for my learning. The need to wait is, for me, a form of chastening. God has to calm me down, make me shut up and look to Him for the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;His message to me every day&lt;br /&gt;Is wait, be still, trust, and obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elisabeth Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4272495551411422582?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4272495551411422582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4272495551411422582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4272495551411422582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4272495551411422582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWnuzSDVacI/AAAAAAAADPs/NyDa8oeOg1o/s72-c/9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6676458185256555379</id><published>2009-01-10T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:23:31.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kay Arthur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWig8EWsS9I/AAAAAAAADPM/-0gSCNeY_Bg/s1600-h/holdinglight2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289654716168162258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWig8EWsS9I/AAAAAAAADPM/-0gSCNeY_Bg/s320/holdinglight2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Here is a great devotion reading by Kay Arthur:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“You are the light of the world,” Jesus declared to His followers in Matthew 5:14. And we know that light has one purpose: to dispel darkness. Light serves its purpose only when it shines forth, to be seen of men. If a lamp or candle doesn’t give light, what good is it?&lt;br /&gt;Therefore Jesus admonishes us: &lt;em&gt;“Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven”&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 5:16).&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice something important here: our good works cause the light to shine. But those good works are to be done in such a way that they do not glorify us but our Father. If they do not point men beyond us to the Father, then something is wrong with the way we are letting our lights shine.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that it’s wrong for people to love and appreciate you. This is obviously going to happen if you’re used of God in a significant way in somebody’s life. That love and appreciation, however, should never stop with you. It should rather be primarily directed toward the Source of all Light, Jesus Christ. The lampstand is not significant, but the light that comes from the lampstand is. The lampstand is merely a vessel to bring light to those who are in its presence. Just as the moon reflects the sun’s light, so we are to reflect the Son’s light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6676458185256555379?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6676458185256555379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6676458185256555379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6676458185256555379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6676458185256555379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWig8EWsS9I/AAAAAAAADPM/-0gSCNeY_Bg/s72-c/holdinglight2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-316256063352277030</id><published>2009-01-09T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:50:13.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ishbane Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Alcorn'/><title type='text'>Popular Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWdVO90b7qI/AAAAAAAADOU/tAzrXZ1zeVw/s1600-h/hall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289290002970963618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWdVO90b7qI/AAAAAAAADOU/tAzrXZ1zeVw/s320/hall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Today is my last post from The Ishbane Conspiracy letters. The sections posted today are just a few random excerpts that I still wanted to include. I hope you enjoyed reading them, and I hope they helped in some way to allow you to see the little ways that Satan works in our lives to try to put wedges between us and our Saviour, and our living for Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Prince Ishbane, From Lord Foulgrin&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t is amusing how educated men deny fundamental realities uneducated men intuitively recognize? The vermin think of us as they do monsters under the bed, ghosts in the closet, or bogeymen in the basement. As they grow out of believing in them, they grow out of believing in us. It never dawns on them that we are the realities behind those fantasies; we are invisible beings who are, in fact, out to get them. Parents make our job much easier when, instead of teaching their children to resist us, they teach them we don’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Foulgrin, From Prince Ishbane&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our greatest allies is the flippancy of popular culture. All the jokes about drunkenness, drugs, and immorality serve us well. Even the most grave moral issues are fodder for the Leno and Letterman types. Though humour goes against our grain, many demons now make careers of joke writing. And why not? What could be better than getting the vermin to laugh at what appals the Enemy? To scorn what He holds dear? We don’t even have to persuade them to engage in these things. Laughter’s a form of approval.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing serves the Enemy better than joyful laughter among close friends. Nothing serves us better than cynical laughter that mocks what’s precious to the Enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Fotrunately, we’ve persuaded most [people] that hell is where there’s laughter. And heaven’s the eternal gray, the desolate home of the pout-faced dirge. They know no better…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Prince Ishbane, From Lord Foulgrin&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep them from praying. When they insist, I try to limit it to a particular posture at a particular time. [They] don’t understand prayer isn’t preparation for battle, it is the battle. I don’t fear prayerless study, work, preaching, or parenting. The forbidden talk infuses them with the Enemy’s presence and power. I eliminate it when I can, and minimize it when I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-316256063352277030?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/316256063352277030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=316256063352277030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/316256063352277030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/316256063352277030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/popular-culture.html' title='Popular Culture'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWdVO90b7qI/AAAAAAAADOU/tAzrXZ1zeVw/s72-c/hall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4907858548230391453</id><published>2009-01-08T08:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:35:44.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ishbane Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Alcorn'/><title type='text'>"choices"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWX_r7J4-AI/AAAAAAAADKc/hQul82eNJg8/s1600-h/118390883018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288914467495147522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWX_r7J4-AI/AAAAAAAADKc/hQul82eNJg8/s320/118390883018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Foulgrin, From Prince Ishbane&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m delighted at Brittany’s willingness to sacrifice her child on our altar. Praise Moloch… As long as the baby is an “it,” not a “he” or “she,” we win. Make it “terminating a pregnancy,” never “killing a baby.” It’s all semantics. If a woman wants her baby, everyone recognizes the baby’s real. Kicking inside her. Clearly visible in the ultrasound. “Do you know if the baby’s a boy or a girl?” they’re routinely asked. But if they want to kill the baby, then shut their mouths about such things. Make them pretend.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve exalted the word choice to a sacred mantra. Keep their focus on the grand notion of choice and off the particular choice in question. Ask them if they’re pro-choice and they’ll say yes. Don’t let them ask the obvious: “What choice are you talking about?: Are they pro-choice about rape, kidnapping, gay bashing, racial violence, and assault and battery? Or course not. Are they pro-choice about killing preborn children? Of course, because every choice is good, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Prince Ishbane, From Lord Foulgrin&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… I confess I’ve been away from video games for a while and didn’t realize how far we’ve advanced them. The realistic touches blur the boundary between fantasy and reality. Guns are carefully modeled after real ones, wounds have a medically accurate appearance, screams and sound effects are real. There’s even the recoil of a heavy rifle. Men learn to fly in flying simulators. Boys learn to kill in killing simulators.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve built a society in which the primary form of play for millions of vermin children consists of killing large numbers of people! These murder simulators are our training tools for future murderers. … Adults would never trust their children to a sociopathic baby-sitter, yet they routinely entrust them to our sociopathic movies, games, and Web sites. You’ve got to love it.“Why are children killing children?” they cry out, as if this were some great mystery. I get such a laugh every time they ask. Millions of adults kill their smallest children every year just because they feel like it. Gee, I wonder where these kids got the idea that killing children is okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4907858548230391453?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4907858548230391453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4907858548230391453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4907858548230391453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4907858548230391453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/choices.html' title='&quot;choices&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWX_r7J4-AI/AAAAAAAADKc/hQul82eNJg8/s72-c/118390883018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4765718916027110042</id><published>2009-01-07T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:14:25.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ishbane Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Alcorn'/><title type='text'>Occult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWSqfPUSA0I/AAAAAAAADKU/LKMkteT4wLI/s1600-h/tarot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288539316104069954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWSqfPUSA0I/AAAAAAAADKU/LKMkteT4wLI/s320/tarot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Prince Ishbane, From Lord Foulgrin&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve established a tremendous edge with this generation, even in the churches. Unprecedented numbers of young people are dabbling in the occult. Yet the forbidden fellowships usually do nothing to keep them from us. They think the movies kids watch, the books they read, the symbols they wear, the music they listen to is just a generational thing, the equivalent of bell-bottom pants, long sideburns or Air Jordans. Merely a passing phase. Prey upon this ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;How many people have we sucks into Ouija boards, tarot cards, palm readings and astrology simply because no one told them how we use these to seduce them? This generation of parents has lavished material things on their children. But they’ve failed miserably to cultivate their spirituality or point it toward the Enemy.&lt;br /&gt;The notion of benevolent aliens and angels offers them a taste of the transcendent without requiring them to bow knees to the Enemy or come to terms with His nature and demands…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neopaganism is perfect for this post-naturalist culture. Paganism’s child sacrifice and sordid liaisons with prostitutes had nothing over the forms Moloch and Eros have taken in Western culture today.&lt;br /&gt;Once they stop believing in the Enemy, the vermin don’t believe in nothing, they believe in anything. That’s why atheism doesn’t serve us nearly as well as competing spiritualities. By seeking our New Age substitutes for the Enemy’s faith, they can have the illusion of spiritual enlightenment, without giving up the relativism of their culture.&lt;br /&gt;Worship of a false object not only seduces them, it stops them from searching for the true object.&lt;br /&gt;… Witchcraft has taken off the black cape and put on the white. Witches are lobbying like other special interest groups, cultivating an image as “the pagan next door.” I see on our reading list The Witch Family, which “portrays witchcraft in a positive family setting.” A magnificent sleight of hand.&lt;br /&gt;Hell’s marketing department has reinvented paganism. We’ve given witchcraft a facelift. We’ve become a no-hag main street religion, permeating media, music, and schools! Wicca is our little white lie, drawing in millions of this displaced younger generation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…The modern Ouija board resides in tens of millions of homes. It was my idea to sell the board’s rights to a respectable company like Parker Brothers. Monopoly, Scrabble, LIFE, Clue and… consulting spirits of darkness. A nice mix of innocent fun, don’t you think? Do you remember when our board outsold Monopoly? We entered 2.5 million new homes in a single year.&lt;br /&gt;Think of the mileage we’ve gotten from The Exorcist. Horrible dreams even among Christians. Seduction toward other books and movies of the kind. Dulled interest in the Enemy. Most of the vermin never realize the book is based on a true story or that the infamous demon possession came about through – what else? – our Ouija board!&lt;br /&gt;When they use the board, they give permission for an unknown spirit to communicate with them. If living in a war zone occupied by Enemy troops, would they open their front door to let in anyone who requested entry? Of course not. Yet that’s exactly what they do in the metaphysical realm. The Ouija board is a powerful door opener.&lt;br /&gt;Commercials for the Ouija board sometimes appear during Saturday morning cartoons. The manufacturer says it’s for those eight years old and above. The younger the better…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Every day we’re spawning a new genre of magic and witchcraft books for the little tykes. Perfect. It’s like boxing. Lead with the apparently innocent. Lull them in. Then follow with the hard punch, and finally the knockout blow. Think of all the spin-off programs, movies, and products from these books.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, parents won’t overtly sacrifice their children to Moloch. But take heart, Foulgrin. Through what they allow their children’s minds to feed on, they offer them to us as living sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4765718916027110042?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4765718916027110042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4765718916027110042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4765718916027110042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4765718916027110042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/occult.html' title='Occult'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWSqfPUSA0I/AAAAAAAADKU/LKMkteT4wLI/s72-c/tarot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-7392298594433969456</id><published>2009-01-06T11:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:38:46.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ishbane Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Alcorn'/><title type='text'>Never Fulfilled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWOIkaQzjtI/AAAAAAAADKE/zotCbMFhAac/s1600-h/diet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288220546569572050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWOIkaQzjtI/AAAAAAAADKE/zotCbMFhAac/s320/diet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Foulgrin, From Prince Ishbane&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surround young girl with images of the perfect body, so they spend their lives in pursuit of thinness. There’s no way your Jillian could ever measure up – she lives in the real world. Each of those posed pictures she looks at is the best among hundreds. The perfect angle, carefully retouched. The models are slaves, starving themselves to get the edge. They’re airbrushed, surgically altered fantasy props. Each will dry up like last month’s flowers, withering into depression and self-destruction.&lt;br /&gt;Every women’s magazine screams the message that only thin is attractive. And usually the adjoining page is a close-up of a dessert the women in the pictures can’t eat unless they later induce vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just the male minds we’ve programmed with images of sleek yet voluptuous young females. The females have fallen for it too. They think that’s how they’re supposed to look and act. That’s how they’re to attract males. The modesty and self-restraint of young women once kept male lusts from taking control. But now we mentor the girls into promiscuity right along with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… If we cannot deface the Enemy directly, we can cause His image bearers to either despise or worship their own bodies. What better way to spread graffiti on the Enemy’s portraits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288220651451985650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWOIqg-uLvI/AAAAAAAADKM/qVaM5H5iMug/s320/alone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Foulgrin, From Prince Ishbane&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do these young Millennials value and long for? They’re disenchanted with the emptiness around them. They’re tired of having no purpose. No vision. Nothing to live for. Their frustration and boredom can be brick walls to the Enemy and the forbidden fellowship. Or they can be open doors to them.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s food, housing, sex, money or religion, those who live to have every short-term longing fulfilled are fools. They lose their grasp of greater longings. They become impatient with any desire that can’t be fulfilled today, here and now.&lt;br /&gt;Through the flippancy of popular culture, we’ve robbed them of the moral imagination so useful to the Enemy. This imagination was once stimulated by the arts, music, and greater literature. And the forbidden book itself. It was used incessantly by the Enemy to draw their thoughts to unseen realities. But we have extinguished those longings – or at least buried them deep – under the flood of short-term satisfactions.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why hell’s marketing schemes are so effective. Nothing’s better than the commercial that convinces them they need what they don’t. Or that they want what we want them to want. Or they must have it immediately. Not in the Enemy’s form, nor in His time, but ours. We’ve replaced imagination with fantasy, joy with pleasure. We fill rooms with empty-souled, vacant-eyed vermin telling sleazy jokes and mocking the Enemy’s ways and laughing as though their hearts were full of joy. In fact, they’re full of cynicism and hopelessness. Their misdirected longings will never be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-7392298594433969456?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/7392298594433969456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=7392298594433969456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7392298594433969456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7392298594433969456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-fulfilled.html' title='Never Fulfilled'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWOIkaQzjtI/AAAAAAAADKE/zotCbMFhAac/s72-c/diet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-8466428849878297979</id><published>2009-01-05T08:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:28:59.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ishbane Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Alcorn'/><title type='text'>"love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWIKlo5UoAI/AAAAAAAADJ8/z7FY4aPf9-M/s1600-h/love3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287800554235666434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWIKlo5UoAI/AAAAAAAADJ8/z7FY4aPf9-M/s320/love3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I’ve included many sections from several different letters. They all touch upon the topic of “love” and the way society today views love, relationships, sex, etc. The excerpts here highlight just how far we’ve wandered from God’s definition of love. They also highlight the affects different media has on our thinking of love, relationships, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Foulgrin, From Prince Ishbane&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep feeding all of them with our sexual propaganda. Jokes and conversations about heterosexual and homosexual experiences are the norm on prime time television. Especially in programs targeting the younger audience. Slide them into the notion that while they would recognize voyeurism through a window as sick, voyeurism through a television set is perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let the MTV generation imagine the despicable truth – that the best sex happens among the married.&lt;br /&gt;Think of it, Foulgrin. A hundred years ago parents allowed their adolescent children virtually no unsupervised time together. Little leisure. Little money. No cars. No billboards. No movies. No televisions. No computers. Few magazines. Almost no pornography. Back then they gave them training in moral absolutes not only in church but in school. Parents taught their children to be disciplined and hardworking. Yes, we still managed to lure some of them into immorality, and a thousand different sins, but in those days it really took effort. Now, it’s like falling off a log.&lt;br /&gt;All they have to do is tread water and we have them. Only the Christian vermin have the Ghost’s power to swim upstream. And even then many of them fail to draw on it.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve so permeated their culture, and their culture has so dominated their minds, they end up going with the current. Finally they go over the waterfall, smashing on the rocks below…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…A dating relationship can be detrimental to our purposes when it helps them prepare for marriage. Fortunately there are few young vermin for whom this is the case. Instead, it will twist their perspectives. Compromise their purity. Deaden their ability to carry on an exclusive lifelong commitment. After enough years of the smorgasbord of dating, they find it difficult to make one selection and stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;You must see the teenage vermins’ lives in the larger context. Teenagers are a recent invention, created in America during the 1950s. Yes, there have always been people between the ages of 13 and 19. But they were immersed in family tradition and work. Adolescence was nothing but the continuum between childhood and adulthood. There was the gradual relinquishing of childhood privileges and restrictions for the responsibilities and freedoms of adulthood. But in the 1950s teenagers became a socio-economic identity. Suddenly they had their own music, tastes, and subculture. They became big business. Their preferences were catered to. Needless to say, we capitalized on this.&lt;br /&gt;If we can hold them while they’re young, they’ll seldom slip through our grasp when they’re older. Our strategy mirrors the Enemy’s. Get them while they’re young and hold on to them. The older they get, the less chance they’ll ever change. And the shorter they’ll have to live even if they do. We lead them to small choices that turn into larger habits that become ongoing lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;When working with Christian vermin, make them just a baptized version of the world. If the church is simply the world, only a little better, swearing a little less and giving a little more, it’s no threat to us. The Enemy calls them to be radically different. We can put up with little differences. It’s the revolutionary changes that mess us up.&lt;br /&gt;The Enemy doesn’t want a “little” of them. He wants it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Your report on watching the video at Ian’s was most encouraging. Pleasantville? Yes, I see it here on our recommended movie list. “Pleasantville is a youth movie with a clear message: unrestrained sexual indulgence leads to increased health, creativity, intelligence and inner peace. Those vermin who embrace the Enemy’s morality are depicted as dull and lifeless people in black and white. Once they violate the Enemy’s standards, they become truly alive, depicted in full colour. Highly recommended. Particularly effective when watched by Christian youths. Rated VUP: Very Useful Propaganda.”&lt;br /&gt;The Enemy says to them, “Among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or of any kind of impurity.” Yet they entertain themselves with these very things. They join us in laughing at the things the Enemy despises! When they watch a movie and two people are attracted to each other, what always happens? They go to bed together, naturally. Do the vermin in the movies ever examine their souls and ask whether it’s morally right? Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;When this is their steady diet all their lives, how could they ever be shocked at it? How could a fan of Dawson’s Creek or Friends consider fornication anything but normal? It’s not the exception, it’s the rule. It’s how life works. Why shouldn’t it work for them that way too? I’m always amused when the same parents who’ve let their children be entertained by hundreds of fornications are shocked when they discover little Johnny or Sarah has fornicated. Duh… why wouldn’t they? Choices flow out of worldviews, and worldviews flow out of whatever they feed their minds on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… We’ve redefined “single” to mean “I’m not currently dating someone.” Even the Christian vermin forget that in the Enemy’s eyes they’re single until they take their marriage vows. I love the notion “we’re nearly married.” Do what you can to get them to act like they’re married when they’re single, then act like they’re single once they’re married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Fill their minds with suggestive comments and jokes, from radio DJs and sitcoms and movies. Use clothing and swimsuit styles and low-cut, side-slit prom dresses and a hundred other strategies to provide that “hint,” and more, which He warns them against. What He forbids, we normalize. How successful have we been? Look around you. For them a “good movie” is one where people commit adultery but the camera cuts away just before intercourse, and obscenities are used “only a few times.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-8466428849878297979?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/8466428849878297979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=8466428849878297979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8466428849878297979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8466428849878297979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='&quot;love&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWIKlo5UoAI/AAAAAAAADJ8/z7FY4aPf9-M/s72-c/love3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-3696257534850696454</id><published>2009-01-04T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:39:27.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ishbane Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Alcorn'/><title type='text'>Distraction, Distraction, Distraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWC6ta2_QgI/AAAAAAAADJc/H7PTllZHTrk/s1600-h/distractions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287431251999801858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWC6ta2_QgI/AAAAAAAADJc/H7PTllZHTrk/s320/distractions.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I appreciate the way this book (&lt;em&gt;The Ishbane Conspiracy&lt;/em&gt;) makes one think about certain tactics that Satan may (and does) use to distract us from living out our faith. One of the most evident ways is through all of the different entertainment and electronics available to us. As it says, one of the best ways to keep Christians from living their faith is “distraction, distraction, distraction.” These following sections from various letters highlight this, and also look at the topic of parent/children relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Foulgrin, From Prince Ishbane&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the connected generation – connected to computers, telephones, videos, television, music. But they’re also the disconnected generation – disconnected from parents, church, and moral absolutes.&lt;br /&gt;The more hours they spend on the Internet – and their other substitute realities – the more stressed, depressed, and lonely these kids become. It hampers their ability to communicate with real people in real life. The online world is a virtual reality without responsible adults. But the Enemy has made them to need adults, just as adults need them. Our job is to divide the generations. Convince them they don’t need each other, they can’t understand each other. Drive any wedge you can between [them]…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Parents believe ceaseless activity will keep [their children] out of trouble. What it really does is keep them from pondering what’s missing in their lives. They’ll never turn their attention to the Enemy. Not as long as we can lock them onto our long lineup of alternatives… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;… This generation has been given more and less than any other. More wealth, recreation, technology, and free time. Less morals, guidance, discipline, and inspiration. Parents smothering their children with toys and technology is my favourite kind of child abuse. The more they have, the less they enjoy. The more activities thrust upon them, the more they’re bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You must bombard [Jillian’s] life with so much noise that she cannot hear the Enemy’s still small voice.&lt;br /&gt;When the Enemy whispers to her about her deepest needs, prompt her to open the refrigerator. Or turn up the radio. Turn on the television. Pick up the phone. Let her do anything besides examine her life, her emptiness, and her morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… The Enemy’s music can lift their hearts and deepen their minds. Worst of all, it can lead them to worship. Yet Jillian can sing her horrid little “praise songs” at the church youth group, then pull out of the parking lot that same night singing along to a song on the radio about the pleasures of fornication. She doesn’t think of it in those terms, of course. It’s your job to see she never does…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Of course you should do everything you can to distract her from the forbidden book. If it’s a seedy romance novel of a video promoting materialism and superficiality, all the better. The media is our most effective gateway to their puny minds. Program her mind like they program a computer – what goes in is what comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Think how time-consuming it would be to individually deceive every human heart. That’s why we need the media. Through screens and speakers we control their pulses, fuel their passions, and pour their soft squishy minds through our funnel into a Jell-O mold of cultural conformity. Their minds dulled, their senses numbed, they become our automatons. Even in their enslavement, we convince them they’re free. It’s Christianity that enslaves, we tell them. It seems ludicrous to think they’d fall for it. But they’ve been doing it for centuries.Poison a water supply at its source. Their minds are the headwaters of their actions. Our lyrics run down their minds like rust runs down a sink drain. Nothing distracts and contaminates like a nicely placed television commercial or a song on the radio…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-3696257534850696454?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/3696257534850696454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=3696257534850696454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3696257534850696454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3696257534850696454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/distraction-distraction-distraction.html' title='Distraction, Distraction, Distraction'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SWC6ta2_QgI/AAAAAAAADJc/H7PTllZHTrk/s72-c/distractions.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6338765098721356534</id><published>2009-01-03T08:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:18:28.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ishbane Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Alcorn'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SV9lUwJo0KI/AAAAAAAADJU/0McwzWxZ7Xw/s1600-h/98242_E2927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287055894753366178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SV9lUwJo0KI/AAAAAAAADJU/0McwzWxZ7Xw/s320/98242_E2927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sections from specific letters I wanted to share today deal with the topic of friendship. These excerpts highlight some truths that are very evident, especially in teens, as they face the pressures of today’s world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Foulgrin, From Prince Ishbane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though Brittany will prove your greatest asset in taking down Jillian. She’s materialistic and cynical? She tugs Jillian away from spiritual interests? Stretches her moral comfort zones? Keeps her from developing deeper friendships at the church? Perfect. She’s a page right out of hell’s playbook.&lt;br /&gt;Brittany’s convinced the church is a hangout for hypocrites and losers? If there’s one thing these teenage sludgebags don’t want to be, it’s losers. Cool is everything.&lt;br /&gt;Implement our usual strategy with Jillian. Make her think that because she’s doing her good Christian deeds, she’s pulling Brittany up. Of course, her friend is actually pulling her down…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; …Being a friend these days means not saying anything that makes someone feel bad. In the interests of “not judging” and “loving” each other, they aid and abet each other’s self-destruction. Our semantics department has brilliantly twisted the word friend. The Enemy defines a friend as one who acts in another’s best interests. This includes warning him to stay away from danger. And encouraging him to choose the path that brings safety. Our definition of friend is one who gives moral support by saying yes – even when someone’s walking toward the edge of a cliff…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6338765098721356534?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6338765098721356534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6338765098721356534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6338765098721356534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6338765098721356534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SV9lUwJo0KI/AAAAAAAADJU/0McwzWxZ7Xw/s72-c/98242_E2927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2195048930143680854</id><published>2009-01-02T08:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:19:49.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ishbane Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Alcorn'/><title type='text'>Ishbane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SV4d8Kr5sJI/AAAAAAAADJM/DQumUuMruRY/s1600-h/resolutions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286695932077387922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SV4d8Kr5sJI/AAAAAAAADJM/DQumUuMruRY/s320/resolutions.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my favourite books is called &lt;em&gt;The Ishbane Conspiracy&lt;/em&gt;, by Randy, Angela and Karina Alcorn. I’ve read this book over 5 times already and I know I’ll read it many more times over the years to come. The book is reminiscent of &lt;em&gt;The Screwtape Letters&lt;/em&gt; (C.S. Lewis), as each chapter consists of a letter written between two demons – Lord Foulgrin and Prince Ishbane. In these letters they discuss how they are going to draw four humans (the main characters of the story) away from God and win them to Satan. In their letters they bring up countless tactics that you then see played out in the lives of these humans in the “story” part of the chapter. The main storyline is somewhat geared towards teenagers, as the main characters are all teens – but the things the demons discuss are applicable to anyone of any age.&lt;br /&gt;I want to share excerpts from the letters… I think they’re great eye openers to show little ways that Satan works in this world; ways that are sometimes easy to disregard or be covered up. So, the following bits of reading are parts of various letters taken from the book. In them will be mention of the names of the characters, but insert your own name or your friends’ names and you’ll see just how much these words can hit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll start today with a letter that is particularly appropriate for this time of year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Foulgrin, From Prince Ishbane&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s is one of my favourite seasons. It means Christmas – or as we prefer to call it, the “winter holidays” – is safely behind us. We’ve buried the manger under mountains of toys, videos, and designer clothes. But there’s always the threat of the Carpenter rearing His head and being seen for who He is. The Enemy has this annoying habit of enabling some of them to see through our blanket of materialism. They grasp the terrifying significance of His invasion of the dark planet. As long as the Carpenter stays in the manger, it’s tolerable. But if they see Him crucified and risen, beware. All heaven could break loose.The New Year always raises hopes in these bloated bags of chemicals the Enemy calls His image-bearers. We dash their hopes until they become cynical, resigned to eking out their miserable existence. Then they die and victory is ours. The New Year inspires innumerable resolutions broken before the frosts of February. All their efforts at self-reform divert their attention from the Enemy’s offer of lasting supernatural change…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2195048930143680854?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2195048930143680854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2195048930143680854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2195048930143680854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2195048930143680854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/ishbane.html' title='Ishbane'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SV4d8Kr5sJI/AAAAAAAADJM/DQumUuMruRY/s72-c/resolutions.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-7774906833423630103</id><published>2009-01-01T19:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:00:53.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sojourn'/><title type='text'>Amen, Amen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SV1mNAqabWI/AAAAAAAADI8/T5rhblxKpl4/s1600-h/givepraise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286493911305055586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SV1mNAqabWI/AAAAAAAADI8/T5rhblxKpl4/s320/givepraise.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Happy new year to all!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to start this year off with a post of lyrics to one of my favourite songs. It is called "Amen, Amen" - found on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sojournmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sojourn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'s album entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sojournmusic.com/2007/12/05/advent-songs-2007/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Advent Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; - and is a great, yet simple, song of praise. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amen, Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let every creature rise and bring&lt;br /&gt;Their grateful praises to our King&lt;br /&gt;Angels descend with songs again&lt;br /&gt;And earth repeats a loud “Amen”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen, Amen&lt;br /&gt;Amen, Amen&lt;br /&gt;I found my life&lt;br /&gt;I found my life in Him&lt;br /&gt;Amen, Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace like a river from His throne&lt;br /&gt;Will flow to nations yet unknown&lt;br /&gt;His Word a light where all hope is dim&lt;br /&gt;And all tribes unite to cry “Amen”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this Child we’ll find our rest&lt;br /&gt;And all the meek and lowly blessed&lt;br /&gt;An infant tongue could sing the hymn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of Hallelujah and Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-7774906833423630103?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/7774906833423630103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=7774906833423630103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7774906833423630103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7774906833423630103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2009/01/amen-amen.html' title='Amen, Amen'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SV1mNAqabWI/AAAAAAAADI8/T5rhblxKpl4/s72-c/givepraise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4414272420103808443</id><published>2008-12-31T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:44:09.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning and Evening'/><title type='text'>A Benediction of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVt1l-fNG8I/AAAAAAAADIc/UrgtXu8mvfI/s1600-h/peace2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285947882938899394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVt1l-fNG8I/AAAAAAAADIc/UrgtXu8mvfI/s320/peace2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another reading from Charles Spurgeon's &lt;em&gt;Morning &amp;amp; Evening&lt;/em&gt;... I thought this would be a nice reading as we end the year and begin a new one. May this new year be filled with peace for you - the peace that God gives us, His children, with the knowledge of being saved through His Son. That is true peace... and I pray that we all cherish it and grow in it in 2009, and always!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Benediction of Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved friends, as you go to your families, as you go through life, as you go into eternity, I pray that you “go in peace.” It is heaven here on earth to possess “the peace of God which passeth all understanding.” Peace should be the continual portion of all believers. This is what the angels sang when our Lord Jesus appeared on earth: “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.” And as it was at the beginning of our Saviour’s life, it was also at the end, for this was our Lord’s legacy to all His disciples: “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you.” He who is called “the God of peace” should be very precious to your soul.Peace is the result of what the Saviour has done for you. Has He forgiven you? Then you have peace. Has He saved you? Then feel an inward peace that no one can take from you! Did He die for you? Then you can never die in the full meaning of the word. Has He risen for you? Then because He lives, you will live, also; so do not let your heart be troubled, but be at peace. Will He come again to receive you to Himself? Then let your peace be like a river flowing from the very throne of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4414272420103808443?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4414272420103808443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4414272420103808443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4414272420103808443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4414272420103808443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/benediction-of-peace.html' title='A Benediction of Peace'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVt1l-fNG8I/AAAAAAAADIc/UrgtXu8mvfI/s72-c/peace2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-8165591939307247827</id><published>2008-12-30T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:34:15.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stormie Omartian'/><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVoiJJ6DiNI/AAAAAAAAC7E/G6eOTlY3Qjo/s1600-h/letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285574653346285778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVoiJJ6DiNI/AAAAAAAAC7E/G6eOTlY3Qjo/s320/letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the book “The Power of a Praying Woman” the last chapter is a letter to the reader. The topic is &lt;em&gt;The Future&lt;/em&gt; (the chapter is entitled: “Lord, Lead Me into the Future You Have for Me”) and I really appreciated reading the words she wrote. With a new year coming and as everyone is making plans for their future, I thought it was a great thing to share. So, here is the “letter” for you to enjoy also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear ____________ (please fill in your name),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this because I want to remind you of the great future God has for you. I know this because He said so. He says you have not seen, nor heard, nor have even imagined anything as great as what He has prepared for you (1 Corinthians 2:9). You have no idea how great your future is. He says that what He has for you is so great that if you truly understood it, you would feel “that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed” in you (Romans 8:18). That means whatever you envision for your life right now is already too small.&lt;br /&gt;Although God promises you a future full of hope and blessing, it’s not going to happen automatically. There are some things you have to do. One of them is pray about it (Jeremiah 29:11-13). Another is obey God. But don’t worry, God will help you with both of those if you ask Him. The Holy Spirit is God’s guarantee to you that He will help you do what you need to do and bring to pass everything He promised (Ephesians 1:13-14). Just know that every time you pray and obey, you are investing in your future.&lt;br /&gt;Although we live in a world where everything in our lives can change in an instant, and we can’t be certain what tomorrow will bring, God is unchanging. You may have already lost your false sense of security, and this is good because God wants you to know that your only &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; security is found in Him. Although you may not know the specific details about what is ahead, you can trust that God knows. And He will get you safely where you need to go. In fact, the way to get to the future God has for you is to walk with Him today.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that walking with God doesn’t mean there won’t be obstacles. Satan will see to it that there are. While God has a plan for your future that is good, the devil has one too and it’s not good. But the devil’s plan for your life cannot succeed as long as you are walking with God, living in obedience to His ways, worshiping only Him, standing strong in His Word, and praying without ceasing. God’s plan for your life won’t happen without a struggle, however, so don’t give up when times get tough. Just keep on doing what’s right and resist the temptation to quit. Ask God to give you the strength and endurance you need to do what you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t judge your future by what you read in the newspaper or the words someone spoke over you one time. Your future is in &lt;em&gt;God’s&lt;/em&gt; hands. The only thing that is important is what &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; says about it. He doesn’t want you to be concerned about your future anyway. He wants you to be concerned with &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt;, because &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; is your future.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you are God’s child and He loves you. As you &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt; with Him, you will become more like Him every day (1 John 3:1-3). As you &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; to Him, you will be “transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord” (2 Corinthians 3:18). As you &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; with Him, He will take you from strength to strength. So even though your “outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day” (2 Corinthians 4:16).&lt;br /&gt;Don’t become discouraged if things don’t happen as fast as you would like them to. They never do. God wants you to learn patience. Our perspective is temporal. His is eternal. So don’t be concerned if you are not seeing all that you want in response to your prayers. You will.&lt;br /&gt;If you start being consumed by the details of life, and it feels as if your future won’t ever be any different than it is at this moment, please know the truth is quite the opposite. It’s at these very times, when you feel as though you’re not getting anywhere, or you’re missing the future God has for you, that God is actually &lt;em&gt;preparing&lt;/em&gt; you for your future. And when the time is right, He has been known to do a very quick work. While it’s good to set goals, don’t look so far ahead that you become overwhelmed. Look to the Lord instead. Remember that “the Lord is near to all who call upon Him, to all who call upon Him in truth. He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him; He also will hear their cry and save them” (Psalm 145:18-19).&lt;br /&gt;One day you will be with God in heaven. And He will wipe away every tear from your eyes and “there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away” (Revelation 21:4). You want to be able to reach the end of your life and say, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing” (2 Timothy 4:7-8). Jesus said, “Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also” (John 14:1-3).&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I know that you want to do something significant for the Lord and move into new areas of service for Him. God is looking for those who will be committed to living His way and stepping into the purposes He has for their lives…&lt;br /&gt;Remember, God “is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us” (Ephesians 3:20). He has more for you than you can imagine. And now may “the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit” (Romans 15:13). Stay focused on God, and He will keep you in perfect peace as He moves you into the future He has for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister in Christ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stormie Omartian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-8165591939307247827?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/8165591939307247827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=8165591939307247827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8165591939307247827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8165591939307247827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVoiJJ6DiNI/AAAAAAAAC7E/G6eOTlY3Qjo/s72-c/letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-5651267382019618532</id><published>2008-12-29T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:45:11.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Spurgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Known By God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVjTt_ca9RI/AAAAAAAAC6k/RobykqzBHaU/s1600-h/forest2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206949797491986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVjTt_ca9RI/AAAAAAAAC6k/RobykqzBHaU/s320/forest2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my favourite preachers has always been Charles Spurgeon, and his daily devotional "Morning &amp;amp; Evening" is just wonderful. The following is an excerpt from one of the readings of that book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown By Men, But Known By God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe how the angel begins, “&lt;em&gt;Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy… for unto you is born this day&lt;/em&gt;…” So then the joy began with the first who heard it, the shepherds. “To you,” He says; “for unto you is born.” Shall the joy begin with you today? – &lt;strong&gt;for it profits you little that Christ was born or that Christ died, unless unto &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; a child is born, and for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; Jesus bled&lt;/strong&gt;. A personal interest is the main point. “But I am poor,” one says. So were the shepherds. You poor, to you this mysterious child is born. “But I am obscure and unknown,” says another. So were the watchers on the midnight plain. Who knew the men who endured hard toil and kept their flocks by night? But you, unknown by men, are known to God: Shall it not be said that “unto you a child is born?” The Lord does not regard the greatness of men but as respect to the lowly. …Receive gladly the simple truth as it is in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-5651267382019618532?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/5651267382019618532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=5651267382019618532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5651267382019618532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5651267382019618532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/known-by-god.html' title='Known By God'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVjTt_ca9RI/AAAAAAAAC6k/RobykqzBHaU/s72-c/forest2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-1113649710669255203</id><published>2008-12-28T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:05:38.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kay Arthur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Lasting Newness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVejg4TxYyI/AAAAAAAAC48/Gmn-zmZpDaI/s1600-h/shoppinh2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284872473009021730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVejg4TxYyI/AAAAAAAAC48/Gmn-zmZpDaI/s320/shoppinh2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They say the day after Christmas is the greatest shopping day of the year. You would think we’d had enough of the new things of this life! Yet we always seem to want something more, something new.&lt;br /&gt;The word new carries an element of hope, doesn’t it? Well, New Year’s is coming. How about making this a year of lasting newness, of continual hope? What might happen if your life, beginning today, centered not on the world’s newest or latest great things but on reveling in all that is new to us because we belong to Christ?&lt;br /&gt;There’s the new self – what you became when you received the Christ of Christmas. “[&lt;em&gt;You] have put on the new self who is being renewed to a true knowledge according to the image of the One who created him&lt;/em&gt;” (Colossians 3:10). This new self “&lt;em&gt;has been created in righteousness and holiness of the truth&lt;/em&gt;” (Ephesians 4:24). The new self also includes a new mind, a mind tuned to truth. You’re able to appraise things to see if they’re true because you “&lt;em&gt;have the mind of Christ&lt;/em&gt;” (1 Corinthians 2:15-16).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Colossians tells us to “&lt;em&gt;set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth&lt;/em&gt;” (3:2). Why not make it your goal this year to study some portions of the Bible that you’ve never really studied before? Discover new insights, new precepts, new promises as you study book by book. It will give you a new appreciation of what it means to be His and will keep you from being caught up in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Kay Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-1113649710669255203?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/1113649710669255203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=1113649710669255203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1113649710669255203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1113649710669255203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/lasting-newness.html' title='Lasting Newness'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVejg4TxYyI/AAAAAAAAC48/Gmn-zmZpDaI/s72-c/shoppinh2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-7575181440089584980</id><published>2008-12-24T08:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:36:29.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas songs'/><title type='text'>What Child Is This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVI5hgx1F1I/AAAAAAAACgk/5klu715wGfI/s1600-h/What_Child_Is_This_402.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283348560756414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVI5hgx1F1I/AAAAAAAACgk/5klu715wGfI/s320/What_Child_Is_This_402.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the most commonly sung Christmas carols... and to me, one of the most beautifully worded Christmas songs ever written. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Child Is This?&lt;/strong&gt; (Will&amp;shy;iam C. Dix, 1865)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Child is this who, laid to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Mary’s lap is sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While shepherds watch are keeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This, this is Christ the King,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Babe, the Son of Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why lies He in such mean estate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where ox and ass are feeding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Christians, fear, for sinners here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The silent Word is pleading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The cross be borne for me, for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hail, hail the Word made flesh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Babe, the Son of Mary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come peasant, king to own Him;&lt;br /&gt;The King of kings salvation brings,&lt;br /&gt;Let loving hearts enthrone Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raise, raise a song on high,&lt;br /&gt;The virgin sings her lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;Joy, joy for Christ is born,&lt;br /&gt;The Babe, the Son of Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-7575181440089584980?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/7575181440089584980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=7575181440089584980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7575181440089584980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7575181440089584980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-child-is-this.html' title='What Child Is This?'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVI5hgx1F1I/AAAAAAAACgk/5klu715wGfI/s72-c/What_Child_Is_This_402.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-412375010526686062</id><published>2008-12-23T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:21:01.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.I. Packer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>The Almighty Appeared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVDklNxuZ3I/AAAAAAAACgc/1_h-Mqhf4Jw/s1600-h/HoldOn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282973690910107506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVDklNxuZ3I/AAAAAAAACgc/1_h-Mqhf4Jw/s320/HoldOn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“It is here, in the thing that happened at the first Christmas, that the most profound unfathomable depths of the Christian revelation lie. God became man;... the Almighty appeared on earth as a helpless human baby, unable to do more than lie and stare and wriggle and make noises, needing to be fed and changed and taught to talk like any other child... The more you think about it, the more staggering it gets. Nothing in fiction is so fantastic as this truth of the incarnation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- J. I. Packer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Us a Child Is Born&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those who were in distress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the past he humbled the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but in the future he will honour Galilee of the Gentiles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way of the sea, along the Jordan-&lt;br /&gt;The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.&lt;br /&gt;You have enlarged the nation and increased their joy; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;they rejoice before you as people rejoice at the harvest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;as men rejoice when dividing the plunder.&lt;br /&gt;For as in the day of Midian's defeat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you have shattered the yoke that burdens them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the bar across their shoulders, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the rod of their oppressor.&lt;br /&gt;Every warrior's boot used in battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and every garment rolled in blood will be destined for burning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will be fuel for the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For to us a child is born, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to us a son is given, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the government will be on his shoulders. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Isaiah 9:1-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Birth of Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to his own town to register.&lt;br /&gt;So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;br /&gt;And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Saviour has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favour rests."&lt;br /&gt;When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."&lt;br /&gt;So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.&lt;br /&gt;- Luke 2:1-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word Became Flesh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.&lt;br /&gt;There came a man who was sent from God; his name was John. He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all men might believe. He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light. The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world.&lt;br /&gt;He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband's will, but born of God.&lt;br /&gt;The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. John testifies concerning him. He cries out, saying, "This was he of whom I said, 'He who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me.' " From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another. For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. No one has ever seen God, but God the One and Only, who is at the Father's side, has made him known.&lt;br /&gt;- John 1:1-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-412375010526686062?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/412375010526686062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=412375010526686062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/412375010526686062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/412375010526686062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/almighty-appeared.html' title='The Almighty Appeared'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SVDklNxuZ3I/AAAAAAAACgc/1_h-Mqhf4Jw/s72-c/HoldOn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-3403028950415943590</id><published>2008-12-22T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:25:57.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Lucado'/><title type='text'>God Came Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SU-Usb6f2RI/AAAAAAAACgU/49w5pU4pnu8/s1600-h/baby+hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282604379057150226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SU-Usb6f2RI/AAAAAAAACgU/49w5pU4pnu8/s320/baby+hand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;… God entered the world as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, were someone to chance upon the sheep stable on the outskirts of Bethlehem that morning, what a peculiar scene they would behold.&lt;br /&gt;The stable stinks like all stables do. The stench of urine, dung, and sheep reeks pungently in the air. The ground is hard, the hay scarce. Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the dirt floor.&lt;br /&gt;A more lowly place of birth could not exist.&lt;br /&gt;Off to one side sit a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor; perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him – so on this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.&lt;br /&gt;Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is. He can’t remember the last time he sat down. And now that the excitement has subsided a bit, now that Mary and the baby are comfortable, he leans against the wall of the stable and feels his eyes grow heavy. He still hasn’t figured it all out. The mystery of the event puzzles him. But he hasn’t the energy to wrestle with the questions. What’s important is that the baby is fine and that Mary is safe. As sleep comes he remembers the name the angel told him to use… Jesus. “We will call him Jesus.”&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft leather of Joseph’s saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty. At this point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can’t take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel. “His kingdom will never end.”&lt;br /&gt;He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.&lt;br /&gt;Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey! This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favour of a dirty sheep pen. And worshiping angels had been replaced with kind but bewildered shepherds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Max Lucado (&lt;em&gt;God Came Near&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-3403028950415943590?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/3403028950415943590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=3403028950415943590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3403028950415943590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3403028950415943590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-came-near.html' title='God Came Near'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SU-Usb6f2RI/AAAAAAAACgU/49w5pU4pnu8/s72-c/baby+hand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-5211764002404575908</id><published>2008-12-21T11:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:25:06.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Lucado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francine Rivers'/><title type='text'>Here, Lord?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SU5q2pM3K6I/AAAAAAAACf0/YA_FqAmOJGs/s1600-h/star1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282276899957451682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SU5q2pM3K6I/AAAAAAAACf0/YA_FqAmOJGs/s320/star1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;On this fourth Sunday of Advent (with the candle representing Love), I wanted to share two excerpts from books that I felt portrayed the circumstances surrounding Jesus' birth quite well. They show realistically how the stable would have been... dirty and smelly - not a picture-perfect stable as we see depicted in almost every Christmas painting out there. They show the commonness of Jesus' parents, and the humility of His birth. I think it's important to remember that Jesus' birth didn't happen in a way that we 'romanticize' and think of as merely a story. It was real, and we can relate to how real it was... and most importantly, we relate to Him because of His humanness. I hope you enjoy these two sections of reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joseph carried Mary down the hill and across a flat stretch. He saw the mouth of a small cave above him and headed for it. He wrinkled his nose as he entered the dark recesses, for the air was dank and fetid from the odours of dung and smoke. The donkey followed him into the cave and headed straight for the manger near the back.&lt;br /&gt;Fear washed over Joseph as he looked at the filthy floor of the cave. Is this the place where the Messiah will be born? Tears filled his eyes. Here, Lord?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Unafraid&lt;/em&gt;, by Francine Rivers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came, not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but as one whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy carpenter. The hands that first held him were unmanicured, calloused and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;No silk. No ivory. No hype. No party. No hoopla.&lt;br /&gt;Were it not for the shepherds, there would have been no reception.&lt;br /&gt;… The universe watched with wonder as The Almighty learned to walk. Children played in the street with him. And had the synagogue leader in Nazareth known who was listening to his sermons…&lt;br /&gt;Jesus may have been tone-deaf. It could be that his knees were bony. One thing’s for sure: He was, while completely divine, completely human.&lt;br /&gt;For thirty-three years he would feel everything you and I have ever felt. He felt weak. He grew weary. He got colds. His feelings got hurt. His feet got tired. And his head ached.&lt;br /&gt;To think of Jesus in such a light is – well, it seems almost irreverent, doesn’t it? It’s not something we like to do; it’s uncomfortable. It is much easier to keep the humanity out of the incarnation. Clean the manure from around the manger. Wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Pretend he never snored or blew his nose or hit his thumb with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;He’s easier to stomach that way. There is something about keeping him divine…&lt;br /&gt;But don’t do it. Don’t. Let him be as human as he intended to be. Let him into the mire and muck of our world. For only if we let him in can he pull us out.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;“Love your neighbour” was spoken by a man whose neighbours tried to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;The challenge to leave family for the gospel was issued by one who kissed his mother goodbye in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;“Pray for those that persecute you” came from the lips that would soon be begging God to forgive his murderers.&lt;br /&gt;“I am with you always” are the words of a God who in one instant did the impossible to make it all possible for you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It all happened in a moment. In one moment… a most remarkable moment. The Word became flesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;God Came Near&lt;/em&gt;, by Max Lucado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-5211764002404575908?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/5211764002404575908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=5211764002404575908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5211764002404575908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5211764002404575908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-lord.html' title='Here, Lord?'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SU5q2pM3K6I/AAAAAAAACf0/YA_FqAmOJGs/s72-c/star1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-5906985873886142927</id><published>2008-12-20T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:17:15.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas songs'/><title type='text'>O Holy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUzv4d4S6oI/AAAAAAAACeM/IngUPAXwH9o/s1600-h/OHolyNight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281860216371210882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUzv4d4S6oI/AAAAAAAACeM/IngUPAXwH9o/s320/OHolyNight.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This following song is probably my absolute favourite Christmas song…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Holy Night (Placide Cappeau, 1847)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Long lay the world in sin and error pining,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!&lt;br /&gt;O night divine, O night when Christ was born!&lt;br /&gt;O night, O holy night, O night divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,&lt;br /&gt;With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.&lt;br /&gt;So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,&lt;br /&gt;Here came the wise men from Orient land.&lt;br /&gt;The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger,&lt;br /&gt;In all our trials born to be our Friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows our need—to our weakness is no stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Behold your King; before Him lowly bend!&lt;br /&gt;Behold your King; before Him lowly bend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly He taught us to love one another;&lt;br /&gt;His law is love and His Gospel is peace.&lt;br /&gt;Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother&lt;br /&gt;And in His Name all oppression shall cease.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,&lt;br /&gt;Let all within us praise His holy Name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ is the Lord! O praise His name forever!&lt;br /&gt;His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!&lt;br /&gt;His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-5906985873886142927?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/5906985873886142927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=5906985873886142927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5906985873886142927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5906985873886142927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-holy-night.html' title='O Holy Night'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUzv4d4S6oI/AAAAAAAACeM/IngUPAXwH9o/s72-c/OHolyNight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-27913712448954684</id><published>2008-12-19T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:03:29.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse study'/><title type='text'>Luke 2:19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUubVoW-f7I/AAAAAAAACcw/bz6lZi1xc00/s1600-h/1-665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281485783935385522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUubVoW-f7I/AAAAAAAACcw/bz6lZi1xc00/s320/1-665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I want to look at one simple phrase found in Luke 2:19 – “&lt;em&gt;But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart&lt;/em&gt;.” I had always been curious about that statement… why was it included? What is the significance of her “pondering them in her heart”? What does this tell us about Mary?&lt;br /&gt;There’s no earth-shattering answer to those questions, but different commentaries about this verse did point out some interesting observations I’d like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, in McGarvey and Pendleton’s commentary, it is pointed out that “the silence of Mary contrasts with the talkativeness of the shepherds. But it is the duty of Christians both to ponder and to publish.” This commentary also notes an interesting thing that is that only Mary could have known the fact stated here (that she pondered these things in her heart) – therefore, the statement indicates that Luke got these parts of his gospel from Mary herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary had much to think about. “The angelic messages to Zacharias, to herself, and to the shepherds were full of significance, and her mind would search diligently to comprehend the fullness of their meaning.” It was pointed out that she said nothing of these things to others, “lest she should be thought an enthusiast, or a vain boaster; and therefore left things, till time should make a discovery of them in a proper way, and in the best season.” One commentator said that “in her quiet thoughtfulness the beauty of the virgin’s character shines forth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point drawn out was the fact that Mary’s name was most likely quite “smeared” at that time… living in a small town and showing to be pregnant before she was allowed to be with Joseph, there’s no doubt that people talked and gossiped about this. And yet she “silently left it to God to clear up her virtue, when that was suspected, so she silently leaves it to him to publish her honour, now when it was veiled; and it is satisfaction enough to find that, if no one else takes notice of the birth of her child, angels do.”&lt;br /&gt; Matthew Henry also notes a point of application to be found in this, which is that “the truths of Christ are worth keeping; and the way to keep them safe is to ponder them. Meditation is the best help to memory.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-27913712448954684?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/27913712448954684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=27913712448954684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/27913712448954684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/27913712448954684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/luke-219.html' title='Luke 2:19'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUubVoW-f7I/AAAAAAAACcw/bz6lZi1xc00/s72-c/1-665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4438229477890555842</id><published>2008-12-18T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:27:27.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kay Arthur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>What Is Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUpPa_TV5QI/AAAAAAAACcQ/MvOb5y-q2tI/s1600-h/christmas-backgrounds-manger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281120838133081346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUpPa_TV5QI/AAAAAAAACcQ/MvOb5y-q2tI/s320/christmas-backgrounds-manger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A great reading by Kay Arthur:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As you picture the original nativity scene, place two spikes in the baby’s soft pink fists and lay another at His squirming feet. Jarring though it may be, that’s the message of God’s gift to the world, a message to all who long for healing of the spirit, healing from the ravages of sin.&lt;br /&gt;The Promised One from God became a human being like you and me so He might not only die for us but also represent us before God. He experienced all the flesh-and-blood realities of life, including temptation and suffering, so that as our high priest He could sympathize with our weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 53:4-5 says, “&lt;em&gt;Surely our griefs He Himself bore, and our sorrows He carried; yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, smitted of God, and afflicted. But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, and by His scourging we are healed&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;Healed of what? Of the consequences of sin, which is death. “And He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed” (1 Peter 2:24).&lt;br /&gt;What is Christmas? Christmas is God’s sending His Son to become flesh and blood, to experience our sufferings, and to be “tempted in all things as we are, yet without sin” (Hebrews 4:15). Christmas is Jesus’ being nailed to a cross where He paid for your sins and mine once for all!Christmas is the promise of healing from sin for all who believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4438229477890555842?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4438229477890555842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4438229477890555842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4438229477890555842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4438229477890555842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-christmas.html' title='What Is Christmas?'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUpPa_TV5QI/AAAAAAAACcQ/MvOb5y-q2tI/s72-c/christmas-backgrounds-manger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-9002266489563197057</id><published>2008-12-17T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:27:43.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Graham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>No Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUj-FRBhf0I/AAAAAAAACcA/0pCn181Xp1M/s1600-h/misc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280749929514499906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUj-FRBhf0I/AAAAAAAACcA/0pCn181Xp1M/s320/misc1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“One response was given by the innkeeper when Mary and Joseph wanted to find a room where the Child could be born. The innkeeper was not hostile; he was not opposed to them, but his inn was crowded; his hands were full; his mind was preoccupied. This is the answer that millions are giving today. Like a Bethlehem innkeeper, they cannot find room for Christ. All the accommodations in their hearts are already taken up by other crowding interests. Their response is not atheism. It is not defiance. It is preoccupation and the feeling of being able to get on reasonably well without Christianity.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Billy Graham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-9002266489563197057?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/9002266489563197057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=9002266489563197057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/9002266489563197057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/9002266489563197057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-room.html' title='No Room'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUj-FRBhf0I/AAAAAAAACcA/0pCn181Xp1M/s72-c/misc1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4596007250702198667</id><published>2008-12-16T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:42:09.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Started This Christmas Stuff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUeuOJheiCI/AAAAAAAACb4/YdxsVciMGCU/s1600-h/random.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280380646212929570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUeuOJheiCI/AAAAAAAACb4/YdxsVciMGCU/s320/random.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A dear friend and sister, whom I've mentioned on my blog before, also has a blog where she shares different things that have impacted her and things she has reflected on (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lindseys-reflections.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lindsey's Reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;). She recently posted a great little story that I want to share here also. It's a great reminder of our true focus at this time of year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Started This Christmas Stuff?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A woman was out Christmas shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row of toys and everything else imaginable, and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the elevator with her two kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season time of the year - overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every housewarming, taste all the holiday food and treats, getting that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list, making sure we don't forget anyone on our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who sent us a card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally the elevator doors opened, and there was already a crowd in the car. She pushed her way into the car and dragged her two kids in with her and all the bags of stuff. When the doors closed, she couldn't take it anymore and she stated, "Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up and shot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From the back of the car, everyone heard a quiet, calm voice respond, "Don't worry, we already crucified Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the rest of the trip down in the elevator, it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. This year, don't forget to keep "the One who started this whole Christmas thing" in your every thought, deed, purchase and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4596007250702198667?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4596007250702198667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4596007250702198667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4596007250702198667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4596007250702198667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-started-this-christmas-stuff.html' title='Who Started This Christmas Stuff?'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUeuOJheiCI/AAAAAAAACb4/YdxsVciMGCU/s72-c/random.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-1465583182520513759</id><published>2008-12-15T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:45:17.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oswald Chambers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>One Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUZfYN5FsmI/AAAAAAAACaQ/7CvUWZSWvoE/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280012482789093986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUZfYN5FsmI/AAAAAAAACaQ/7CvUWZSWvoE/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUZeR7LQxaI/AAAAAAAACaA/5Bj0eGUPd1k/s1600-h/forest2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Jesus Christ became Incarnate for one purpose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to make a way back to God that man might stand before Him as He was created to do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the friend and lover of God Himself.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-1465583182520513759?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/1465583182520513759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=1465583182520513759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1465583182520513759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/1465583182520513759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-purpose.html' title='One Purpose'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUZfYN5FsmI/AAAAAAAACaQ/7CvUWZSWvoE/s72-c/8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-8273830739035854450</id><published>2008-12-14T08:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:30:36.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent'/><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUUKLKPewnI/AAAAAAAACZ4/bm-cnjsvOLg/s1600-h/wreath3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279637325005898354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUUKLKPewnI/AAAAAAAACZ4/bm-cnjsvOLg/s320/wreath3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the third Sunday of Advent.&lt;br /&gt;The candle that is lit today represents &lt;strong&gt;JOY&lt;/strong&gt;. A verse that is usually read with this third candle is Isaiah 9:6-7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For to us a child is born, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to us a son is given, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the government will be on his shoulders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mighty God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everlasting Father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prince of Peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of the increase of his government &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and peace there will be no end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He will reign on David's throne and over his kingdom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;from that time on and forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-8273830739035854450?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/8273830739035854450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=8273830739035854450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8273830739035854450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/8273830739035854450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUUKLKPewnI/AAAAAAAACZ4/bm-cnjsvOLg/s72-c/wreath3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-7608182663340254585</id><published>2008-12-13T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:22:22.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hymns'/><title type='text'>O Come, O Come, Emmanuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUO2beOG7wI/AAAAAAAACTE/0R2hWjvVjtI/s1600-h/Emmanuel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279263771293314818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUO2beOG7wI/AAAAAAAACTE/0R2hWjvVjtI/s320/Emmanuel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another one of my favourite songs to sing at Christmas is the well-known “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel.” The author of it is unknown… the words were combined from various antiphons by an unknown author, possibly in the 12th Century. It was translated from Latin to English by John M. Neale in 1851. Neale’s original translation began, “Draw nigh, draw nigh, Emmanuel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics echo a num&amp;shy;ber of pro&amp;shy;phet&amp;shy;ic themes. The ti&amp;shy;tle comes from the well known Isai&amp;shy;ah 7:14: “&lt;em&gt;Be&amp;shy;hold, a vir&amp;shy;gin shall con&amp;shy;ceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Im&amp;shy;man&amp;shy;u&amp;shy;el&lt;/em&gt;.” The “Rod of Jesse” refers to Isai&amp;shy;ah 11:1: “&lt;em&gt;There shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jes&amp;shy;se&lt;/em&gt;.” “Day-Spring” comes from Za&amp;shy;cha&amp;shy;ri&amp;shy;as, fa&amp;shy;ther of John the Bap&amp;shy;tist, in Luke 1:78: “&lt;em&gt;The day&amp;shy;spring from on high has vis&amp;shy;it&amp;shy;ed us&lt;/em&gt;.” “Thou Key of Da&amp;shy;vid” is in Isai&amp;shy;ah 22:22: “&lt;em&gt;The key of the house of Da&amp;shy;vid will I lay up&amp;shy;on his shoul&amp;shy;der&lt;/em&gt;,” which in turn re&amp;shy;fers to Isai&amp;shy;ah 9:6 “&lt;em&gt;The gov&amp;shy;ern&amp;shy;ment shall be up&amp;shy;on His shoul&amp;shy;der&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Come, O Come, Emmanuel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come, O come, Emmanuel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And ransom captive Israel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That mourns in lonely exile here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until the Son of God appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rejoice! Rejoice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hine own from Satan’s tyranny;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From depths of hell Thy people save,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And give them victory over the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our spirits by Thine advent here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And death’s dark shadows put to flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come, Thou Key of David, come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And open wide our heavenly home;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make safe the way that leads on high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And close the path to misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come, O come, great Lord of might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In ancient times once gave the law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In cloud and majesty and awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-7608182663340254585?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/7608182663340254585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=7608182663340254585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7608182663340254585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/7608182663340254585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-come-o-come-emmanuel.html' title='O Come, O Come, Emmanuel'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUO2beOG7wI/AAAAAAAACTE/0R2hWjvVjtI/s72-c/Emmanuel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-732511141150225371</id><published>2008-12-12T08:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:54:37.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron DiCianni'/><title type='text'>Heaven's Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUJstQKIbNI/AAAAAAAACNo/5fW0JgN5EQA/s1600-h/Heaven%27sLoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278901237919018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUJstQKIbNI/AAAAAAAACNo/5fW0JgN5EQA/s400/Heaven%27sLoss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of my absolute favourite paintings by Ron DiCianni, called “Heaven’s Loss.” Although it’s not clear in this picture I posted, when you see this up close you will see a tear on the angel’s face. That one tear is what makes this picture so powerful to me. The explanation behind the painting is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“The first Christmas was a blessing and a time of rejoicing for mankind. The Saviour was born! However, in heaven a different story was unfolding. The first Christmas represents a loss for heaven as one of the Godhead came to Earth. Heaven’s Loss dramatically depicts that while mankind was celebrating the birth of a King, the angels were weeping for they knew what man did not. They knew Jesus was not born for Christmas – He was born for Easter.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful picture to think of as Christmas approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-732511141150225371?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/732511141150225371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=732511141150225371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/732511141150225371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/732511141150225371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/heavens-loss.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Loss'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUJstQKIbNI/AAAAAAAACNo/5fW0JgN5EQA/s72-c/Heaven%27sLoss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-4042780960124564848</id><published>2008-12-11T08:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:46:26.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kay Arthur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotions'/><title type='text'>Son of Man and Son of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUEZXWY-HjI/AAAAAAAACNg/HLWfuPyP--E/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528127192931890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUEZXWY-HjI/AAAAAAAACNg/HLWfuPyP--E/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who is this One whose birth we celebrate at Christmas? Why does He bear the titles “Son of Man” and “Son of God”?&lt;br /&gt;John opened his gospel with a description of Jesus: “&lt;em&gt;In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God&lt;/em&gt;” (John 1:1-2). Do you see the truth revealed here? John tells us that the Word – Jesus – was with God and the Word was God. Jesus is a member of the triune Godhead!&lt;br /&gt;But John has more to tell us about the Word: “&lt;em&gt;And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth&lt;/em&gt;” (1:14). The Word begotten – born of God – became the Son of Man. Because you and I are flesh and blod, Jesus became the same: a human being. Yet He remained God. It’s the mystery of the incarnation. The Christ of Christmas was – is – God in the flesh. Every bit God and every bit man.&lt;br /&gt;And what was the purpose of His becoming flesh? Hebrews 2:17 tells us that “&lt;em&gt;He had to be made like His brethren in all things, so that He might… make propitiation for the sins of the people&lt;/em&gt;.” The Word became flesh to die in your place, because even when you were yet a sinner, you were beloved of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Kay Arthur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-4042780960124564848?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/4042780960124564848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=4042780960124564848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4042780960124564848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/4042780960124564848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/son-of-man-and-son-of-god.html' title='Son of Man and Son of God'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/SUEZXWY-HjI/AAAAAAAACNg/HLWfuPyP--E/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-3522735869093251789</id><published>2008-12-10T08:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:35:50.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Darby'/><title type='text'>Luke 2 - pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/ST_FTxsJzRI/AAAAAAAACMo/PkYc5l3kuoM/s1600-h/peace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278154231848226066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/ST_FTxsJzRI/AAAAAAAACMo/PkYc5l3kuoM/s320/peace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; John Darby's synopsis of Luke 2, pt. 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We see next, that there are three things brought out by the presence of Jesus born as a child on the earth. First, glory to God in the highest. The love of God - His wisdom - His power - the fulfilment of His eternal counsels - the perfection of His ways where evil had come in - the manifestation of Himself amidst the evil in such a manner as to glorify Himself before the angels: in a word, God had so manifested Himself by the birth of Jesus, that the hosts of heaven, long familiar with His power, could raise their chorus, "Glory to God in the highest!" and every voice unites in sounding forth these praises. What love is like this love? What a purely divine thought, that God has become man! What supremacy of good over evil! What wisdom in drawing nigh to the heart of man and the heart of man back to Him! What fitness in addressing man! What maintenance of the holiness of God! What nearness to the heart of man, what participation in his wants, what experience of his condition! But beyond all, God above the evil in grace, and in that grace visiting this defiled world to make Himself known as He had never yet been known!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The second effect of the presence of Him who manifested God on the earth is that peace should be there. Rejected - His name should be an occasion of strife; but the heavenly choir are occupied with the fact of His presence… All was wrapped up in Him. The state of blessing was born in the birth of that child. Jesus was their surety. He was come into the world. The presence of the Son of God in the midst of sinners said to all spiritual intelligence, "Peace on the earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The third thing was the good pleasure - the affection of God in men. Nothing more simple, since Jesus was a man. He had not taken hold of angels. It was a glorious testimony that the affection, the good pleasure, of God was centred in this poor race, now far from Him, but in which He was pleased to accomplish all His glorious counsels. In a word, it was the power of God present in grace in the Person of the Son of God taking part in the nature, and interesting Himself in the lot, of a being who had departed from Him, and making him the sphere of the accomplishment of all His counsels, and of the manifestation of His grace and His nature to all His creatures. What a position for man! for it is indeed in man that all this is accomplished. The whole universe was to learn in man, and in what God therein was for man, that which God was in Himself, and the fruit of all His glorious counsels, as well as its complete rest in His presence, according to His nature of love. All this was implied in the birth of that child of whom the world took no notice. Natural and marvellous subject of praise to the holy inhabitants of heaven, unto whom God had made it known! It was glory to God in the highest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-3522735869093251789?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/3522735869093251789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=3522735869093251789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3522735869093251789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/3522735869093251789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/luke-2-pt2.html' title='Luke 2 - pt.2'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/ST_FTxsJzRI/AAAAAAAACMo/PkYc5l3kuoM/s72-c/peace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-6727655236855649155</id><published>2008-12-09T08:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:39:01.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Darby'/><title type='text'>Luke 2 - pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/ST5x8rdee0I/AAAAAAAACMI/L18syQw0kyo/s1600-h/4-257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277781100597246786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/ST5x8rdee0I/AAAAAAAACMI/L18syQw0kyo/s320/4-257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; I was recently reading John Darby's Synopsis of the Bible - specifically his synopsis of Christ's birth - and thought I would share what he wrote. I hope you enjoy reading the things that he gleaned from Luke 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He starts by talking of the census, and the revealing of God's plan through it (Luke 2:1):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The emperor will have all the world registered, and every one goes to his own city. But &lt;strong&gt;this act only accomplishes the marvellous purpose of God, causing the Saviour-king to be born in the village where, according to the testimony of God, that event was to take place&lt;/strong&gt;. And, more than that, the divine Person, who was to excite the joy and the praises of heaven, is born among men, Himself a child in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Darby then discusses Christ's coming into this world - a world that "knew Him not" (Luke 2:4-7):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The state of things in Israel and in the world, is the supremacy of the Gentiles and the absence of the throne of God. The Son of man, the Saviour, God manifested in the flesh, comes to take His place - a place which grace alone could find or take in a world that knew Him not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Son of God is born in this world, but He finds no place there. The world is at home, or at least by its resources it finds a place, in the inn; it becomes a kind of measure of man's place in, and reception by, the world; the Son of God finds none, save in the manger. &lt;strong&gt;Is it for nothing that the Holy Ghost records this circumstance? No. There is no room for God, and that which is of God, in this world. So much the more perfect therefore is the love that brought Him down to earth. But He began in a manger and ended on the cross, and along the way had not where to lay His head.&lt;/strong&gt; The Son of God - a child, partaking in all the weakness and all the circumstances of human life, thus manifested-appears in the world. But if God comes into this world, and if a manger receives Him, in the nature He had taken in grace, the angels are occupied with the event on which depends the fate of the whole universe, and the accomplishment of all the counsels of God; for He has chosen weak things to confound things that are mighty. This poor infant is the object of all the counsels of God, the upholder and heir of the whole creation, the Saviour of all who shall inherit glory and eternal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He then talks of the shepherds (Luke 2:8-9):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some poor men who were faithfully performing their toilsome labours, afar from the restless activity of an ambitious and sinful world, receive the first tidings of the Lord's presence on earth. &lt;strong&gt;The God of Israel did not seek for the great among His people, but had respect to the poor of the flock&lt;/strong&gt;. Two things here present themselves. The angel who comes to the shepherds of Judea announces to them the fulfilment of the promises of God to Israel. The choir of angels celebrate in their heavenly chorus of praise all the real import of this wondrous event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then the angelic proclamation (Luke 2:10-14):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Unto you," says the heavenly messenger who visits the poor shepherds, "is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord." This was proclaiming good tidings to them and to all the people. But in the birth of the Son of man, God manifest in the flesh, the accomplishment of the incarnation had far deeper importance than this. &lt;strong&gt;The fact that this poor infant was there, disallowed and left (humanly speaking) to its fate by the world, was (as understood by the heavenly intelligences, the multitude of the heavenly host, whose praises resounded at the angel's message to the shepherds) "Glory to God in the highest, peace on earth, good pleasure [of God] in men."&lt;/strong&gt; These few words embrace such widely extended thoughts, that it is difficult to speak suitably of them in a work like this; but some remarks are necessary. First, it is deeply blessed to see that the thought of Jesus excludes all that could oppress the heart in the scene which surrounded His presence on earth. Sin, alas! was there. It was manifested by the position in which this wondrous infant was found. But if sin had placed Him there, grace had placed Him there. Grace superabounds; and in thinking of Him, blessing, grace, the mind of God respecting sin, that which God is, as manifested by the presence of Christ, absorb the mind and possess the heart, and are the heart's true relief in a world like this. We see grace alone; and sin does but magnify the fullness, the sovereignty, the perfection of that grace. God, in His glorious dealings, blots out the sin with respect to which He acts, and which He thus exhibits in all its deformity; but there is that which "much more aboundeth." Jesus, come in grace, fills the heart. It is the same thing in all the details of Christian life. It is the true source of moral power, of sanctification, and of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow we will continue to look at Darby's synopsis and focus on three things brought out by the presence of Jesus born as a child on the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-6727655236855649155?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/6727655236855649155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=6727655236855649155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6727655236855649155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/6727655236855649155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/luke-2-pt1.html' title='Luke 2 - pt.1'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/ST5x8rdee0I/AAAAAAAACMI/L18syQw0kyo/s72-c/4-257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-5267801638649675590</id><published>2008-12-08T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:58:47.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Spirit of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/ST0n4Ja-wOI/AAAAAAAACMA/O9_UjZc8Xns/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277418183903330530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/ST0n4Ja-wOI/AAAAAAAACMA/O9_UjZc8Xns/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“The spirit of Christmas needs to superseded by the Spirit of Christ. The spirit of Christmas is annual; the Spirit of Christ is eternal. The spirit of Christmas is sentimental; the Spirit of Christ is supernatural. The spirit of Christmas is a human product; the Spirit of Christ is a divine person. That makes all the difference in the world.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Stuart Briscoe&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/7708337414343547281-5267801638649675590?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/5267801638649675590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=5267801638649675590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5267801638649675590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/5267801638649675590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/spirit-of-christmas.html' title='Spirit of Christmas'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/ST0n4Ja-wOI/AAAAAAAACMA/O9_UjZc8Xns/s72-c/15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708337414343547281.post-2798696329133650456</id><published>2008-12-07T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:03:00.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/STvW3RGf1JI/AAAAAAAACL4/NBDnE7RRPnM/s1600-h/wreath2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277047633366471826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekjikHiDrb4/STvW3RGf1JI/AAAAAAAACL4/NBDnE7RRPnM/s320/wreath2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the second Sunday of Advent…&lt;br /&gt;The second candle lit today represents &lt;strong&gt;PEACE&lt;/strong&gt;. Scripture verses that are usually looked at with this candle include Micah 5:2, Matthew 2:1-2, 9-11, and Isaiah 2:1-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from of old, from ancient times." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Micah 5:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Visit of the Magi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, "Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him."&lt;br /&gt;… After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Matthew 2:1-2, 9-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mountain of the Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Isaiah son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem:&lt;br /&gt;In the last days the mountain of the LORD's temple will be established as chief among the mountains; it will be raised above the hills, and all nations will stream to it.&lt;br /&gt;Many peoples will come and say, "Come, let us go up to the mountain of the LORD, to the house of the God of Jacob. He will teach us his ways, so that we may walk in his paths." The law will go out from Zion, the word of the LORD from Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Come, O house of Jacob, let us walk in the light of the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Isaiah 2:1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708337414343547281-2798696329133650456?l=christianhipster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/feeds/2798696329133650456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708337414343547281&amp;postID=2798696329133650456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2798696329133650456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708337414343547281/posts/default/2798696329133650456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianhipster.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Jessica</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/_ekjikHiDrb4/STvW3RGf1JI/AAAAAAAACL4/NBDnE7RRPnM/s72-c/wreath2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></
