<?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-3350410906660563344</id><updated>2012-01-20T01:21:44.219+13:00</updated><category term='witness'/><category term='Walking with God'/><category term='words'/><category term='book review'/><category term='faithfulness'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='blame'/><category term='Josiah-Seth'/><category term='God&apos;s presence'/><category term='atheism'/><category term='fun'/><category term='faith'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>the road less travelled</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-633145382732910562</id><published>2011-09-28T20:05:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:05:41.995+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Men of Faith, I am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I can place myself among the mighty men of faith in the Word. I am so much like them. Take for instance Adam; like him I also try to blame others rather than to admit it was me. Like Moses; I also loose my temper. Elija; one moment I see God’s miracles and power and the next moment I run because of the fear of people. Like Samson; I sometimes dabble with unclean things when I should stay holy. Or like king David; I find my eyes committing adultery. Like Tomas; I doubt. I’m even like Peter; a hypocrite who betray Jesus in the smallest of things. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jip that is me, so much like the mighty men of the Bible. Some people go through this life flying to God’s throne room, some sprint, some run and some walk. Me, I crawl and most of the time Jesus has to drag me. My hands and knees are bleeding of all the falling and stumbling.&amp;nbsp; This is my Faith Crawl. How does yours look?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-633145382732910562?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/633145382732910562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2011/09/men-of-faith-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/633145382732910562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/633145382732910562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2011/09/men-of-faith-i-am.html' title='Men of Faith, I am?'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-6909517892025736024</id><published>2009-09-09T10:14:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:14:59.687+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Fearless – Max Lucado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SqbXWTX4OBI/AAAAAAAADDM/fXUDYtHC3BU/s1600-h/_200_1000_Book.72.cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SqbXWTX4OBI/AAAAAAAADDM/fXUDYtHC3BU/s320/_200_1000_Book.72.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your child dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband running off with his secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book came at the right time for me.&amp;nbsp; I have recently experienced a number of personal events that awakened every fear within me.&amp;nbsp; The day that “Fearless” arrived in my mailbox, God began to work.&amp;nbsp; Mr Lucado addresses the rational and sometimes irrational fears that we have and approaches them in a way that shows God’s control and sovereignty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Max Lucado’s books but because I have my firm favorites, I didn’t expect this one to hit home as hard as it did.&amp;nbsp; This book challenged me to respond to God’s goodness and in so doing, release my fear to Him.&amp;nbsp; To me, this book is summed up in a simple statement right in the first chapter – “Fear corrodes our confidence in God’s goodness.”&amp;nbsp; I am challenged, when faced with fear, to look unto God, the Name above all names, to immerse myself in Scripture and to remind myself that the Creator of the Universe cares not only for the sparrows of the air, but also for me.&amp;nbsp; As always, Max Lucado backs up his statements and storytelling with scripture references.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has changed me.&amp;nbsp; Mr Lucado has reminded me that my courage lies in my faith.&amp;nbsp; This is a book I will read again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-6909517892025736024?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/6909517892025736024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/09/fearless-max-lucado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/6909517892025736024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/6909517892025736024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/09/fearless-max-lucado.html' title='Fearless – Max Lucado'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SqbXWTX4OBI/AAAAAAAADDM/fXUDYtHC3BU/s72-c/_200_1000_Book.72.cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-7125057951202427011</id><published>2009-07-14T09:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:44:14.976+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>100 Bible Stories, 100 Bible Songs by Stephen Elkins (Illustrated by Tim O'Connor)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SluqoUL6Y-I/AAAAAAAACHM/xDLGevJxazY/s1600-h/_225_350_Book.58.cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SluqoUL6Y-I/AAAAAAAACHM/xDLGevJxazY/s320/_225_350_Book.58.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been said that the Bible is so deep that the world's greatest theologians are puzzled, yet so simple that even a child can understand it.&amp;nbsp; "100 Bible Stories, 100 Bible Songs" for children proves it.&amp;nbsp; This is a fantastic resource for parents, providing a solid yet simple story base with complementary choruses to aid learning both scripture and the reference.&amp;nbsp; I'd say that this book is suitable for age 2 - 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are beautifully yet simply illustrated by Tim O'Connor which helps in the telling of the story.&amp;nbsp; This is definitely a book that will be treasured for years to come.&amp;nbsp; The songs on the accompanying cd's are simple, yet lively.&amp;nbsp; They are perfect for reading with the book or even to listen to during the day.&amp;nbsp; The book is divided into the Old and New Testament and each story has the accompanying scripture tagged on.&amp;nbsp; I have found this useful for my own time with God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my son, who is only 2 years old, is already trying to sing with the cd's.&amp;nbsp; He is being trained up in the way he should go with this fabulous book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-7125057951202427011?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/7125057951202427011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-bible-stories-100-bible-songs-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/7125057951202427011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/7125057951202427011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-bible-stories-100-bible-songs-by.html' title='100 Bible Stories, 100 Bible Songs by Stephen Elkins (Illustrated by Tim O&apos;Connor)'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SluqoUL6Y-I/AAAAAAAACHM/xDLGevJxazY/s72-c/_225_350_Book.58.cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-8186761063418771583</id><published>2009-07-05T09:41:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:45:54.238+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking with God'/><title type='text'>GENTLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/Sk_MW0qW5jI/AAAAAAAACAA/hsoyTPPUyaM/s1600-h/storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/Sk_MW0qW5jI/AAAAAAAACAA/hsoyTPPUyaM/s200/storm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The God I serve is almighty and powerful. He created the whole universe in seven days. Now He could have done it all in a split second, but He wanted it to be seven days. With the wind He separated the Red sea. He made the earth stand still so that the Israelites would have victory in battle. His voice is like thunder. When He returns the mountains will crumble and the heavens will roll away like paper. The thing is that just with a glance, He can destroy the whole universe in one second. This is within His power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we speak about the Holy Spirit we think of ultimate power, extreme miracles and the power of God in our lives. 1 Kings 19:11-12 says; “Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire.&amp;nbsp; And after the fire came a gentle whisper”. All that power was contained and displayed in the gentleness of a whisper. This is how He works in our lives through His Spirit. The Holy Spirit does not always speak to us with overwhelming words and power, but with a soft gentle word. For example; just the other day I was walking along the hallway of the place I worked at when I passed a piece of paper lying on the ground. A soft voice told me to stop, turn around and pick it up. I did it. Another time I used a spoon in the kitchen where I work and put it in the sink. I turned around to walk away (I was in a real hurry) when the Spirit asked me who is going to wash that? I had to turn and do it. You see, it is about the small things. It may seem small, stupid and insignificant but this is where we grow and learn to obey His voice. How can He trust us with the big things when we can’t obey Him in the small things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-8186761063418771583?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/8186761063418771583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/07/gentle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/8186761063418771583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/8186761063418771583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/07/gentle.html' title='GENTLE'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/Sk_MW0qW5jI/AAAAAAAACAA/hsoyTPPUyaM/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-5739008739519825401</id><published>2009-05-22T12:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:02:09.488+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Book Review of "His Name is Jesus" by Max Lucado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/ShXrdGHsOMI/AAAAAAAABYk/pOwJLA93mQA/s1600-h/_200_1000_Book.44.cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/ShXrdGHsOMI/AAAAAAAABYk/pOwJLA93mQA/s400/_200_1000_Book.44.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely book!  I was won over at the mention of Lucado’s name!  Besides being an aesthetically beautiful book, it is also superbly compiled.  The pictures captured me, the words, even though they are excerpts from other books Lucado has written drew me in as I again encountered the birth, life and death of Jesus.  This book is captivating to any age.  Even my 2-year-old sat quietly with me as we paged through the book and read about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hard cover gift book is beautifully presented.  It comes complete with a sturdy slide-in cover to keep it protected.  While I know the story of Jesus’ life, I was reminded by this book of how completely human He was.  It is easy to read, and is nicely laid out so that one could read it in short pieces or as a devotional.   While this is definitely a beautiful coffee table book, it meant far more than I expected to me.  It’s a non-threatening journey of Jesus’ life which even skeptics would be tempted to delve into a little.  I honestly loved this book and would recommend it as a gift for anyone at any age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-5739008739519825401?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/5739008739519825401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-of-his-name-is-jesus-by-max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/5739008739519825401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/5739008739519825401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-of-his-name-is-jesus-by-max.html' title='Book Review of &quot;His Name is Jesus&quot; by Max Lucado'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/ShXrdGHsOMI/AAAAAAAABYk/pOwJLA93mQA/s72-c/_200_1000_Book.44.cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-5709847710839489931</id><published>2009-04-24T16:42:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:55:41.857+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Fruit</title><content type='html'>A poisonous fruit &lt;br /&gt;A bite, death will follow suit &lt;br /&gt;Too soon words forgot&lt;br /&gt;My lips glazed in sweet rot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through ages of lives &lt;br /&gt;We stumble with bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;Defeated our souls lay&lt;br /&gt;Given over to death’s decay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SfFGMztzdbI/AAAAAAAABOo/PS68fWiqjmI/s1600-h/cross-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SfFGMztzdbI/AAAAAAAABOo/PS68fWiqjmI/s200/cross-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unripe, healing fruit in animal trough&lt;br /&gt;Choked by poison we laugh and scoff&lt;br /&gt;Three; moulded metal key&lt;br /&gt;Ripe fruit hammered back on tree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healing fruit&lt;br /&gt;A bite, life will follow suit&lt;br /&gt;Soon words recall&lt;br /&gt;From my lips crimson blood sprawl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-5709847710839489931?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/5709847710839489931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/04/fruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/5709847710839489931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/5709847710839489931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/04/fruit.html' title='Fruit'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SfFGMztzdbI/AAAAAAAABOo/PS68fWiqjmI/s72-c/cross-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-4256650410406496692</id><published>2009-04-15T22:49:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:50:53.971+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Me and J. Iscariot</title><content type='html'>There are two people in the Bible that makes me very uneasy. The first one is Jesus because I want to be like Him. The second is Judas Iscariot because I don’t want to be like him. You see, I look in the mirror and I am supposed to see someone that looks more like Jesus, but instead I see someone who looks more like Iscariot. Poor Judas thought he did the right thing, honestly he thought Jesus was fake and so he did what he thought was best. But me…. I know the Truth, but still I do the wrong thing. I hate the Iscariot in me that shows his face time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeW8ALQjSoI/AAAAAAAABK4/w508i_cDq1A/s1600-h/face+down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeW8ALQjSoI/AAAAAAAABK4/w508i_cDq1A/s320/face+down.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have broken skin on my knees and bleeding skin on my hands. Oh, how I wish I could say it is from constant prayer, but it is from falling again and again. How many times can one man fall before God does not catch him anymore? Truly His grace is too big to comprehend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only Christian that falls, gets up and battles his Iscariots with broken bleeding hands? Am I the only Christian that keeps on pushing forward on a rocky road with bleeding knees? Am I the only one, or are there more of you out there? I can only wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the dust and it is only Jesus that comes to attend my wounds. I look up and tears stream down my face for He has done it so many times and I fear that this might not be the last. How I hope it is the last, how desperately I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-4256650410406496692?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/4256650410406496692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-and-j-iscariot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/4256650410406496692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/4256650410406496692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-and-j-iscariot.html' title='Me and J. Iscariot'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeW8ALQjSoI/AAAAAAAABK4/w508i_cDq1A/s72-c/face+down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-3491261799928014714</id><published>2009-01-13T01:13:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:15:06.004+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMekn14cyI/AAAAAAAABHs/QpEt1YmvZrE/s1600-h/light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMekn14cyI/AAAAAAAABHs/QpEt1YmvZrE/s200/light.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random heart with random thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;At worlds end&lt;br /&gt;I prepare to meet a royal friend&lt;br /&gt;This road I walk, I stumble&lt;br /&gt;He orders mountains of steel to crumble &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness;&lt;br /&gt;Smothering ink around&lt;br /&gt;Blindness keeps me bound&lt;br /&gt;Pain bleeds through vein&lt;br /&gt;The ‘me’ to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light;&lt;br /&gt;He who’s Name is not to be uttered&lt;br /&gt;Brightness convey order to a life cluttered&lt;br /&gt;Clear radiance shatters bounding chains&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Allows Live through dead veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life;&lt;br /&gt;The journey with no end&lt;br /&gt;Eternity with a Friend&lt;br /&gt;Mercy and grace&lt;br /&gt;Commence my heart ablaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE;&lt;br /&gt;YHWH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me;&lt;br /&gt;Breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-3491261799928014714?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/3491261799928014714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/3491261799928014714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/3491261799928014714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-walk.html' title='I walk'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMekn14cyI/AAAAAAAABHs/QpEt1YmvZrE/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-7363613475369151738</id><published>2008-12-27T01:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:12:33.905+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><title type='text'>The Blame Game</title><content type='html'>Now here is the odd thing. We go through life blaming a lot of people for our spiritual walk with God. We don’t go to church because someone offended us. We don’t pray anymore, because people in our small group look at us funny after we did not pray this or that, or for this or that person. We don’t listen to sermons in church anymore, because the preacher’s word is boring and dull. We don’t worship, because the music is not right or too loud or self-centred or what not. We don’t talk to God, because we have broken relationships and God does not want to mend it and we become bitter. We backslide, because our eyes were only upon our pastor or spiritual leader that backslid. We make our life phrase that reads: “If that is what a Christian looks like, I don’t want to be one”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMeDene48I/AAAAAAAABHk/J1nd71gjwgY/s1600-h/judgment_day_terror1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMeDene48I/AAAAAAAABHk/J1nd71gjwgY/s320/judgment_day_terror1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two Scriptures bother me though. Philippians 2:12 “…work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.” 1 Peter 4:17 “…judgment begins at the house of God…with us…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the thing is that we are responsible for our spiritual lives. We are going to stand in front of God’s judgment seat one day and will be utterly alone. It will be very, very lonely, no one there to blame. No “buts’” or “ifs”, God will look down and ask what YOU did with His Son. This is where it comes down to your personal relationship with Jesus Christ. If you had a relationship with Christ, He will be there to defend you, if not, well…. Stop blaming the church and everybody else for your spiritual walk and take the responsibility upon yourself like a mature Christian. Use the circumstances that God gave you, no matter how crippling they are, to worship Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-7363613475369151738?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/7363613475369151738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/12/blame-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/7363613475369151738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/7363613475369151738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/12/blame-game.html' title='The Blame Game'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMeDene48I/AAAAAAAABHk/J1nd71gjwgY/s72-c/judgment_day_terror1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-3741289154982510858</id><published>2008-11-02T00:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:11:01.962+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithfulness'/><title type='text'>It's all mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMdaNIRSqI/AAAAAAAABHU/MaAfUP_8HcQ/s1600-h/dscf9676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMdaNIRSqI/AAAAAAAABHU/MaAfUP_8HcQ/s320/dscf9676.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a hot dry day. I took my my son Seth to the kithen to give him a nice suprise. I pulled out of the freezer a nice ice lolly. He was so happy that he immediately dug into it. I waited a while and then I asked him for a bite. He pulled away and did not want to give me any. It was not that I wanted any, I merely wanted to see if he would share with me. Little did he know, there were three more in the freezer waiting to be eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident made me think about our Father’s heart. God gives us so much and He only askes ten percent of that back. Everything He gives us belongs to Him anyway and yet we are so reluctant to to give back to Him. In Micah 3:10 it tells us about giving a tenth. This is the only place in the Word where God allows us to test Him. Have you tested Him to see if He is faithful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMdfbwzNII/AAAAAAAABHc/rJO8mRhAzDs/s1600-h/dscf9685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMdfbwzNII/AAAAAAAABHc/rJO8mRhAzDs/s320/dscf9685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have heard so many people say:”but tithing is Old Testament, I’m not giving anything anymore”. What a cop-out! The Bible speaks about giving far more than any other subject. If, for arguments sake tithing was only relevant to the Old Testament, we should in actual fact give 100% and not 10%. For the New Testament says in John 3:15 that God gave His all, so we too should give our ALL to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s give to our Father and experience His Faithfulnes in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: It is not just money that is talked about here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-3741289154982510858?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/3741289154982510858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/3741289154982510858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/3741289154982510858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-mine.html' title='It&apos;s all mine!'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMdaNIRSqI/AAAAAAAABHU/MaAfUP_8HcQ/s72-c/dscf9676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-4288458025204775726</id><published>2008-10-27T23:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:16:26.551+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>7 things you don't know about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMbGzs5baI/AAAAAAAABGU/JYXvMHQBPOA/s1600-h/dscf1368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been tagged by &lt;a href="http://daddysgirl777.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liesl&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This is how it works:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMar7mKE-I/AAAAAAAABGM/cWtKSFDHj7s/s1600-h/tagged.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMar7mKE-I/AAAAAAAABGM/cWtKSFDHj7s/s320/tagged.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I love to bind and cover Bibles with leather and wood.&amp;nbsp; Here is the first one I ever covered.&amp;nbsp; It is my Bible.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMbGzs5baI/AAAAAAAABGU/JYXvMHQBPOA/s1600-h/dscf1368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMbGzs5baI/AAAAAAAABGU/JYXvMHQBPOA/s320/dscf1368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; I have always had a fear of drowning in the open ocean.&amp;nbsp; Floating in the open ocean and not knowing what lies beneath freaks me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMb2haucCI/AAAAAAAABGc/vdciWOI5jPI/s1600-h/lightningvolt_deep_blue_sea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMb2haucCI/AAAAAAAABGc/vdciWOI5jPI/s320/lightningvolt_deep_blue_sea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. As a child I was afraid of lightning storms, but now am fascinated by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMcKPvMq0I/AAAAAAAABGs/FZbKNFmjhgg/s320/lightning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I love biltong more than anything (except for my wife and child).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMcb1yiWpI/AAAAAAAABG0/aAreV7A0IeI/s1600-h/biltong_0020_sticks_0020_whole1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMcb1yiWpI/AAAAAAAABG0/aAreV7A0IeI/s320/biltong_0020_sticks_0020_whole1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Dipping my hand into a bowl or barrel of fine rocks, balls, grain or anything like that makes me feel like a child again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can’t resist it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMckcOayKI/AAAAAAAABG8/bD4kHUPPmo4/s1600-h/ameliegrain1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMckcOayKI/AAAAAAAABG8/bD4kHUPPmo4/s320/ameliegrain1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; I always hoot the horn of my car when driving through a tunnel.&amp;nbsp; It is a tradition and I have never missed it once in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMc0tg1Z0I/AAAAAAAABHE/XrzP5s0VGbQ/s1600-h/rrxfcy453fhvhq55ynjpm3uv_tunnel1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMc0tg1Z0I/AAAAAAAABHE/XrzP5s0VGbQ/s320/rrxfcy453fhvhq55ynjpm3uv_tunnel1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; I’m so time-conscious that I waste time being punctual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMc6yvEL_I/AAAAAAAABHM/gbCHAAJbZ9Q/s1600-h/daylight-savings-time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMc6yvEL_I/AAAAAAAABHM/gbCHAAJbZ9Q/s320/daylight-savings-time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-4288458025204775726?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/4288458025204775726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/4288458025204775726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/4288458025204775726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='7 things you don&apos;t know about me'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMar7mKE-I/AAAAAAAABGM/cWtKSFDHj7s/s72-c/tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-607208445319551310</id><published>2008-10-15T23:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:56:14.135+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Leap of faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMaNm0gtkI/AAAAAAAABGE/sOcSWbCnsF0/s1600-h/fait-jump2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMaNm0gtkI/AAAAAAAABGE/sOcSWbCnsF0/s400/fait-jump2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What makes your faith grow? I honestly could not tell you if you asked me straight out. I suppose it is a day to day walk with God through trials and tribulation. It is His promises in impossible situations. Even then it grows only little by little at a time. Even the biggest raising the dead miracles only make it grows an inch at a time. By the way just so that you know it is not miracles that produce faith, but faith that produce miracles. Only after that order does fait grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew seven months ago that we would go through the impossible in order to get our visas for NZ I would most likely have turned and questioned if this was really from God. He never shows us the whole picture. He calls us and then shows us the way little by little so that we can have only a bit of faith at a time. It is the times when the situation feels so hopeless that we need our fait to stand strong. When people come and say that maybe it is not God’s will or that you may have heard Him wrong, then even if God does not come through, you stand your ground and say you belief in Him and in Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God speaks to you and tell you to do something, even if it does not make any sense at all, you do it and trust in Him. Leave no back doors open for escape. There were so many closed doors in the process of getting our visas. Surely there must be qualified people in NZ to do the job, but they could not find any except me. Immigration tried everything to not give our visas, but could just not get it. The process was dragged out beyond belied and still God’s hand prevailed and our faith stood its ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes faith grow? I still belief it is a day to day walk with God through trials and tribulation. When serious doubt comes along and you stand your ground on God’s promise it will grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-607208445319551310?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/607208445319551310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/10/leap-of-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/607208445319551310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/607208445319551310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/10/leap-of-faith.html' title='Leap of faith'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMaNm0gtkI/AAAAAAAABGE/sOcSWbCnsF0/s72-c/fait-jump2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-2236572088861149310</id><published>2008-09-12T22:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:54:48.149+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Hard work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMZyM0VI9I/AAAAAAAABF8/MW4RJFEmXsg/s1600-h/sledgehammer-guy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMZyM0VI9I/AAAAAAAABF8/MW4RJFEmXsg/s320/sledgehammer-guy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there is one thing that really bugs me, it is lazy people. It is probably because I’m the total opposite. I have never shied away from putting my shoulder to the wheel and letting some sweat drip from my brow.&amp;nbsp; It is sometimes dangerous, because if you’re not careful, work becomes dominant in all areas in your life including your spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grow up with the notion that you have to work for what you want. The harder you work the better you feel about yourself and the bigger the reward. This is dangerous when it is applied to our salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 6:23 states that salvation is a free gift from God and Ephesians 2:8-9 says that we are saved by grace and not by works, but nooo…. We have to prove these scriptures wrong. We WANT to work for our salvation. We feel saved when we have evangelized ten people a week, when we have fed a thousand orphans, when we have given of ourselves till we bled. For me it was even easier when I grew up; say a prayer before you go to bed, sit still in church on Sunday, make sure you get you communion license and voila! You’re saved! It is as easy as that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, it is important to evangelize, feed the poor and all that, because Jesus told us to do so, but it will not get us saved. If we have been saved we cannot earn it. We can’t lose it if we don’t do these things, it is a GIFT. We can work and do good deeds until the cows come home, it will not change a smidgen on our salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen so many Christians who are trapped by this lie. They work so hard and are even proud of what they have achieved in Christ’s Name, but it has nothing to do with their salvation. This is so sad. We must work for God to get done that which He called us to do and rest in the assurance that our salvation is a gift already obtained for us by Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-2236572088861149310?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/2236572088861149310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/2236572088861149310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/2236572088861149310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-work.html' title='Hard work'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMZyM0VI9I/AAAAAAAABF8/MW4RJFEmXsg/s72-c/sledgehammer-guy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-6430152638973841144</id><published>2008-09-05T22:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:53:01.240+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s presence'/><title type='text'>Who's there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMZcgL6-MI/AAAAAAAABF0/7lsiZempqW8/s1600-h/communion4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMZcgL6-MI/AAAAAAAABF0/7lsiZempqW8/s320/communion4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was thinking today: why do we keep on struggling with sin? I suppose it is in our fallen human nature to do the wrong thing. If you put some grass in front of a lion and a steak in front of a sheep, neither would eat because it is not in their nature. So when we sin, do we move away from under God’s blessing? Does sin keep God from opening heaven and raining down blessings upon us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that God does not wait to bless us on the grounds of what we accomplish in our spiritual walk; He has already blessed us (Eph 1:3). The blessing is always there. It is for us to take and enjoy. Being holy and obedient is the catalyst of living in that blessing; this is how we experience the blessing. Sin only keeps us from experiencing it. We shoot ourselves in the foot every time we sin. God can never change. It is us who change and then we blame God for this or that, because our spiritual vision becomes distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is blessing? Is it material things? Is it money? Is it health? Is it love or happiness? Is it safety? Is it comfort? Is it maybe something totally different to what we interpret it? So what is it to be blessed or what is the blessing of the Lord? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 Cor 11:22-33 we read about the Apostle Paul’s sufferings for the Lord. He had little material things. He was not rich. He was not safe from robbers or murderers. His life was far from comfortable. Yet he was blessed by the Lord. What is this blessing from the Lord that we want so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ark of the Covenant represented the presence of God. In 2 Sam 6:10-12 we read that the Ark (presence of the Lord) stayed in the house of Obed-Edom the Gittite. The Lord’s blessing was on him and his house. This is God’s blessing in our lives: His presence. Have you ever felt His presence in a room or come over you in worship? It is the most awesome experience you can imagine. To have God near you every day; to walk with Him and talk with Him and hear Him talk is the blessing of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin keeps us from experiencing God’s presence. When His presence is not there we are lost and in the dark. We feel alone and cold, but holiness and obedience brings us right into His presence. All the other things are God’s hand of provision on our lives, but His presence is the true blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-6430152638973841144?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/6430152638973841144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/09/whos-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/6430152638973841144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/6430152638973841144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/09/whos-there.html' title='Who&apos;s there?'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMZcgL6-MI/AAAAAAAABF0/7lsiZempqW8/s72-c/communion4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-2080647718599206427</id><published>2008-08-17T22:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:51:23.361+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>A world of words</title><content type='html'>There is something I have come to believe in - prayer.&amp;nbsp; We pray for people miles away and God heals them. In the beginning God said…and an entire universe came into being. All of this happened through the power of words. God says that if we want something we must just ask. To ask is to use words. When we use words, when we communicate with God, things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite of this is also true. When we speak bad things we become destroyers. In Proverbs 18:21 we read that life and death lie in the power of the tongue.&amp;nbsp; We can create life or cause death with our words. We generally don’t take words seriously, because we just talk; we don’t really mean this or that. Have you ever said to yourself: “I can’t.” “It is not worth fighting for.” “Experience tells me this will not work.” “I will never get to that level. “ “I might as well give up now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the predicaments we find ourselves, because of the words we use. They are like bombs in our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battlefield rages with explosives and people running everywhere. Smoke covers the ground and bodies lie scattered. A solder takes up a bazooka and reaches into his ammunition case. He loads it with strife and shoots the nearest person. Then he reaches into his case again and loads his weapon with hate. He fires and the next victim bites the dust. He takes his machine-gun that is loaded with gossip and he mows down every person he can see. Almost everyone he shoots was on his side, but he does not care, because he is a solder in Christ’s army. The medics come out to attend to the wounded.&amp;nbsp; They inject them with encouragement, love, kindness and words of hope. It is the medics that are the true heroes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We use words like mortars or missiles to take out those around us. We say to others: “You idiot, are you stupid?” “You are such a lazy slob.” “You just won’t cut it.” You can probably think of much stronger, more hurtful words that you have used to harm others. We do this, because we have no idea how powerful our words are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMZF2pJ5oI/AAAAAAAABFs/fiZqxUpPkg8/s1600-h/private-ryan-saved.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMZF2pJ5oI/AAAAAAAABFs/fiZqxUpPkg8/s320/private-ryan-saved.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all can recall times when people hurt us with their words, but it is the times when someone else’s words build us up that stay with us. Why don’t we become the people who, through the Spirit of God, build others up through our words rather than breaking them down? Let’s not stop there, but also become people that speak words of Life into your our own lives. We are who God said we are - a royal priesthood, a holy nation. That settles that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-2080647718599206427?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/2080647718599206427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-of-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/2080647718599206427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/2080647718599206427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-of-words.html' title='A world of words'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMZF2pJ5oI/AAAAAAAABFs/fiZqxUpPkg8/s72-c/private-ryan-saved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-7454260335908492766</id><published>2008-08-08T22:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:49:40.741+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witness'/><title type='text'>A witness takes the stand</title><content type='html'>When there is a court case, there are usually witnesses that are called to testify. They are called because they have seen the event in question. Now you get true witnesses that tell the truth, and then you get false witnesses that lie or bend the truth. That really annoys me.&amp;nbsp; They are an insult to our justice system and the innocent have to pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMYt3gTcbI/AAAAAAAABFk/IAhgFQdpmho/s1600-h/witness-hand-on-word1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMYt3gTcbI/AAAAAAAABFk/IAhgFQdpmho/s320/witness-hand-on-word1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 28, Jesus said that we would be His witnesses. Every day that we go out into the world, when we walk among people or when we talk to people, we take the witness stand for Christ. We have the true knowledge of who Christ is. We are to witness Christ to others. We are on the witness stand twenty-four-seven and we cannot afford to lie for one moment. We have a relentless accuser, Satan, who will stop at nothing to bring us down, but we also have a faithful Advocate who has never lost a case. When we walk in the world, let our testimonies be true. We should not twist the gospel or the image of Christ to fit us. We are either hot or cold (child of God or child of Satan). Being a Christian that twists the truth makes us lukewarm. They know the Lord but do not do as He says. This is false witnessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we look as witnesses every day we take the stand for Christ? Are we true to Christ? Let us be good witnesses to Christ everywhere we may go or walk to those we meet and to those whose eyes are on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-7454260335908492766?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/7454260335908492766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/08/witness-takes-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/7454260335908492766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/7454260335908492766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/08/witness-takes-stand.html' title='A witness takes the stand'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMYt3gTcbI/AAAAAAAABFk/IAhgFQdpmho/s72-c/witness-hand-on-word1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-2611153511723823969</id><published>2008-08-07T22:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:47:49.127+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah-Seth'/><title type='text'>God is always near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMYIw3L6EI/AAAAAAAABFc/duQSdTOXwJ0/s1600-h/dirt_road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMYIw3L6EI/AAAAAAAABFc/duQSdTOXwJ0/s320/dirt_road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son is about 18 months now. We were walking on a campus dirt road today. I was walking in front and Josiah-Seth followed with his plastic lawnmower. Now I know there are cars driving on this road also, but they are only permitted to go 20km/h and it is easy to hear them come. He was dawdling and playing more than following me. I kept calling and watched him and made sure that I was at a safe distance should a car pass by. He slowly came wandering in my direction when I heard a car approach; I ran to him and got him out of harm’s way. He knew of nothing and was more upset with the fact that he was disturbed while playing than the fact that he could have been hit by a car. I was just glad nothing happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t this a wonderful picture of our Father in heaven? He is always near, watching, calling and protecting. We walk in the road of life with much danger around; not even knowing what might befall us. We meander around and sort of hear God calling us somewhere in the distance. When we get into harm’s way He yanks us out and sometimes it hurts, but it is because He loves us and want to protect us. It reminds me of the verse in Hebrews 13:5 that states He will never leave or forsake us. Wow, what a great promise of comfort. If we as earthly fathers are so protective, how much more will our heavenly Father protect us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-2611153511723823969?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/2611153511723823969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-is-always-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/2611153511723823969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/2611153511723823969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-is-always-near.html' title='God is always near'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMYIw3L6EI/AAAAAAAABFc/duQSdTOXwJ0/s72-c/dirt_road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350410906660563344.post-5651228217159700356</id><published>2008-08-06T22:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:45:26.194+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheism'/><title type='text'>Christian Atheism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMXUO-cyyI/AAAAAAAABFU/i_ndPWTkCuU/s1600-h/walk-away.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMXUO-cyyI/AAAAAAAABFU/i_ndPWTkCuU/s400/walk-away.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read in a mission’s magazine today about Christians that become atheists. One of the couples was called to missions and they studied hard. The husband educated himself very well with the Word and then went to translate the Bible amongst a people group. They were in ministry for a couple of years when the husband decided to denounce his faith and become an open atheist.&amp;nbsp; According to the writer of the article (who is a professor and a specialist in her field with a couple of books behind her name), this is a trend among Christians to denounce their faith in Christ. Some of the reasons for this are the fact that the more one studies the Bible the more questions arise and doubt creeps in. After time has had its way, the person finds himself in atheist land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, this really bugged me for there were and are times that I don’t understand deeper things in the Word and I feel doubt creep in, but in order not to give doubt a foothold I’m reminded of the Scripture in John&amp;nbsp; 6:53-69. In this scripture, Jesus tells His disciples that if they don’t eat of Him and drink His blood they have no part of Him. Man! That must have sounded really bad to the rest of the group. I probably would have been the first to show my heels. Most of the disciples did not understand what Jesus was saying, and as a result, became the first atheists - from believers who walked with God to atheists who deserted God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the pivotal point in my faith: Jesus turned to the twelve and asked them if they were going to bail as well? Peter turned to Him and said something along these lines:&amp;nbsp; “There is no one to whom we can go; You have eternal life, You are God. We have found the Truth. To turn and go somewhere else would be suicide. We don’t understand exactly what You have said, but we trust You”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are times that I read the Word and I am not sure what is going on, but I know&amp;nbsp; that I have found God and I choose to put all my trust in Him. I would not know where to go or what to do for He is my all. Even in times when it feels that He is not near or I am far away from Him or when I have fallen for the hundredth time I have to trust and believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3350410906660563344-5651228217159700356?l=pieter777.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/feeds/5651228217159700356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/08/christian-atheism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/5651228217159700356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350410906660563344/posts/default/5651228217159700356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pieter777.blogspot.com/2008/08/christian-atheism.html' title='Christian Atheism'/><author><name>LIESL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05222031091132551833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPF2H3U2QVw/Tw39klk_jgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/1ceymPB0eAk/s220/lee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5KMCuHykheU/SeMXUO-cyyI/AAAAAAAABFU/i_ndPWTkCuU/s72-c/walk-away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
