<?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-8365621536469513780</id><updated>2011-07-31T08:34:56.551+01:00</updated><category term='thought for the day'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='Christmas thought'/><category term='news'/><title type='text'>Shipdham Community Church</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-749479102133931884</id><published>2010-02-16T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:47:08.857Z</updated><title type='text'>Being Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;"When I found the one my  heart loves, I held him and would not let him go..."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; (Song of Songs  3:4)&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another Valentine's Day is past.&amp;nbsp; No  doubt the usual enormous &lt;EM&gt;quantity&lt;/EM&gt; of cards, flowers and chocolates was  bought and exchanged.&amp;nbsp; It is said that only Christmas exceeds Valentine's  Day in the number of greeting cards sent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The true identity of Saint Valentine is not  known.&amp;nbsp; One legend holds that he was a kindly priest of the third century  who continued to perform marriages despite an imperial ban.&amp;nbsp; It seems that  the Roman Emperor Claudius was upset at the number of men who refused to serve  in his army because of their desire to stay home with their wives, so he  outlawed marriage.&amp;nbsp; And Fr. Valentine was beheaded for his trouble.&amp;nbsp;  Another tale tells of a medieval monk named Valentine who carried messages back  and forth between men in prison and their loved ones.&amp;nbsp; Many stories attach  to this special day, but the fact is we don't know about St.  Valentine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;But we know about love.&amp;nbsp; We know how wonderful  it is - and sometimes how disappointing.&amp;nbsp; We know how naturally it comes to  us - and how difficult it can often be.&amp;nbsp; We know much we want it - and what  risks it may carry.&amp;nbsp; I asked a friend who had spent his career as a general  surgeon what the most difficult kind of surgery had been for him.&amp;nbsp; "Fixing  hearts," he said, "because I know the cost of failure."&amp;nbsp; He could as well  have been describing love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;There is risk in giving love and risk in receiving  it.&amp;nbsp; Often the kids in orphanages where I've shared in ministry stand back  when we arrive.&amp;nbsp; They have had their hearts broken before, being abandoned  by those they loved, and they don't know if they want to go there again.&amp;nbsp;  One can hear the fear in their voices when they ask if we're coming back to see  them again, can feel it in the tightness of that last hug as we board our bus to  leave.&amp;nbsp; Yet love we must.&amp;nbsp; It's a risk we have to take for life to be  healthy and full.&amp;nbsp; The title alone of psychologist Smiley Blanton's book  gives the whole picture: "Love or Perish."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;So love.&amp;nbsp; Love God with all your heart.&amp;nbsp;  Take the chance on what that might mean for you.&amp;nbsp; Love your neighbour - and  your spouse and your parents and your kids - in the same measure as you do  yourself.&amp;nbsp; Valentine's Day is past, but today is still a time, as King  Solomon said, to hold them and not let them go..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;BR&gt;By Dr. Michael  Halleen&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-749479102133931884?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/749479102133931884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=749479102133931884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/749479102133931884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/749479102133931884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-valentine.html' title='Being Valentine'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-7708886356373160863</id><published>2010-02-15T11:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:52:26.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Haiti Survivor Wismond Exantus</title><content type='html'>&lt;!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"&gt; 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One of those days that you and I will remember what we were doing and  where we were, when we heard the news of the Haiti 7.0 Richter Scale  Earthquake...&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I, like many have sat in front of the television and  watched as men and women from all around the world have rallied and risen to the  challenge to help in the rescue - many have contributed financially - many have  given of their time and expertise - and many prayers have been  said!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I have watched as the "Rapid Response Teams" from the  different nations with their different languages have all worked together with a  common cause and one purpose - "To rescue those who are lost!"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;The  scale of the disaster grows daily - people coming to terms with their loss   600,000 people have been made homeless according to some reports that I have  read.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;One news report shows a man being rescued after 11 days of  being buried beneath rubble... Wismond Exantus is extricated from the rubble and  taken to the hospital to be checked over - when interviewed this was his  story!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Wismond Exantus &lt;BR&gt;- Whilst I was buried I prayed! - "God  if you rescue me from this, I will be your servant forever..."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;-  How did you pass the time? - "I prayed and recited Psalms..."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;-  When asked what will be the first thing you will do when you are discharged from  this hospital? - "I will find a church to give thanks to  God"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;During this day let's remember the advice from Wismond  Exantus ...&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;- We have all been rescued from sin and the appropriate  response is a life long service to God ... don't give up!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;- When we  feel things getting on top of us ... keep praying and keep worshipping ... it  pays to praise!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;- Give thanks ... count your  blessings!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Galatians 5:1 &lt;EM&gt;"It was for freedom that Christ has  set us free"&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Live this day the way God intends you to  live...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;/HTML&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-7708886356373160863?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/7708886356373160863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=7708886356373160863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7708886356373160863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7708886356373160863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/02/haiti-survivor-wismond-exantus.html' title='Haiti Survivor Wismond Exantus'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-4331887430234675653</id><published>2010-02-15T11:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:46:48.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Bridges</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;When anything in life brings pain,&lt;BR&gt;Or anyone upsets my  day,&lt;BR&gt;If I can build a bridge to God&lt;BR&gt;His peace will chase my fears  away.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;When problems leave me tense, unstrung,&lt;BR&gt;And peace of mind  cannot be found,&lt;BR&gt;If I can build a bridge of faith,&lt;BR&gt;He'll lift me up to  higher ground.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;If I can build a bridge of trust&lt;BR&gt;To span the  tensions of my day,&lt;BR&gt;God's grace and understanding love&lt;BR&gt;Will be a light  upon my way.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;No difficulty large or small, &lt;BR&gt;Can come between my  Lord and me&lt;BR&gt;If I can build a bridge of prayer&lt;BR&gt;To feel His presence  constantly.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;(Author Unknown)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-4331887430234675653?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/4331887430234675653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=4331887430234675653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4331887430234675653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4331887430234675653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/02/bridges.html' title='Bridges'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8276288029030926875</id><published>2010-01-25T13:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:53:23.340Z</updated><title type='text'>A Short Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;Say to yourself, "I am loved by God more than I can either  conceive or understand."&amp;nbsp; Let this fill all your soul and all your prayers  and never leave you.&amp;nbsp; You will soon see that this is the way to find  God.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;(Henri De Tourville)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-8276288029030926875?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/8276288029030926875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=8276288029030926875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8276288029030926875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8276288029030926875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-thought.html' title='A Short Thought'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3330346955148826419</id><published>2010-01-25T13:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:52:23.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I used to think courageous people were those of the  type that would jump into icy water and save someone from drowning and of course  those people are courageous. However, that doesn't mean courage isn't accessible  to "non water" people. For those who face challenges of the simple stuff of life  (all of us), then courage helps us deal with whatever life throws at us, it aids  in keeping an even keel through things and equips us with fortitude to work  through failure. Realising that sickness, discouragement and loss comes in all  shapes and sizes I am coming to understand that our lives get smaller or larger  in direct proportion to our courage.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Courage is not the absence of fear; it is doing what is right in spite  of fear. Don't think that if you have fear, courage has somehow evaded you. Look  fear in the face and focus on what is right, and then DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO -  AFRAID IF NECESSARY. That is what courage is. John Wayne said, "Courage is being  scared to deathand saddling up anyway."&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;General George Patton said, "If we take the generally accepted  definition of bravery as a quality which knows not fear, I have never seen a  brave man. All men are frightened. The more intelligent they are, the more they  are frightened. The courageous man is the man who forces himself, in spite of  his fear, to carry on."&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;People of faith have an advantage because 2 Timothy 1:7 tells us,  &lt;EM&gt;"God has not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of  a sound mind."&lt;/EM&gt; How comforting and liberating is that?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My prayer for every one of us is that we live our&amp;nbsp;lives&amp;nbsp;with  courage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ken Williamson &lt;BR&gt;(AoG National Leadership  Team)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3330346955148826419?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3330346955148826419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3330346955148826419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3330346955148826419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3330346955148826419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/01/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8146854392790784231</id><published>2010-01-25T13:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:48:56.525Z</updated><title type='text'>Harvesters of Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;(God) took (Abraham)  outside and said, "Look up at the heavens and count the stars-if indeed you can  count them." Then he said to him, "So shall your offspring be."  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;(Genesis 15:5)&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;God had promised Abraham and Sarah that  they would be founders of a great nation and a blessing to the earth.&amp;nbsp; They  had kept their part of the bargain and gone where God told them to go.&amp;nbsp;  They had trusted and believed.&amp;nbsp; But the years had piled up like sand in the  desert and no child had been born to them.&amp;nbsp; True, God had brought them into  a new land as promised, but what good was that if there was no one to leave it  to?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The story of Sarah and Abraham is a story of  barrenness - not only of their inability to have children, but also of a world  in which our prayers go unanswered, our deepest hopes remain unborn.&amp;nbsp; As  for Abraham, so also for us the time comes when we want action.&amp;nbsp; Abraham,  speaking for us all, says to God, in essence, "The land is fine, Lord, but what  about the child you promised?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;We who worship the God of Abraham and Sarah and  believe that the promised blessing is also for us feel the urgency in his  question.&amp;nbsp; We have asked it from the depths of our hearts too.&amp;nbsp; Why am  I unable to find a meaningful job?&amp;nbsp; Where is the good health for which I've  prayed?&amp;nbsp; Will there ever be someone to love me?&amp;nbsp; How long must we live  in fear of terrorism?&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;As Abraham's question cut through the night air,  God gave him a sign.&amp;nbsp; He took him outdoors, beneath a sky powdered with  stars, and said again that he and Sarah would have descendants to outnumber the  lights of heaven.&amp;nbsp; It was not an explanation but simply a reiteration of  the promise.&amp;nbsp; It meant Don't give up!&amp;nbsp; Keep the faith!&amp;nbsp; I'm still  around!&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Faith is a gift, something we receive rather than  achieve.&amp;nbsp; Some receive it in great measure, others less so.&amp;nbsp; But all  of us, like Abraham, are called to be observers of signs.&amp;nbsp; When he grew  tired of waiting, he saw in the stars something that helped him persevere.&amp;nbsp;  Our signs may be more subtle - a kind word, a gentle hand, a beautiful thing  that reminds us of the Creator's love.&amp;nbsp; Harvest those signs.&amp;nbsp; Share  them.&amp;nbsp; Each one, great or small, helps us in the long and difficult wait  for the fulfillment of God's promises.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;(Dr. Michael A. Halleen)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-8146854392790784231?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/8146854392790784231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=8146854392790784231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8146854392790784231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8146854392790784231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/01/harvesters-of-signs.html' title='Harvesters of Signs'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5392384965152301868</id><published>2010-01-25T13:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:45:28.646Z</updated><title type='text'>God Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;When you feel unlovable, unworthy and unclean,  when you think that no one can heal you:&lt;BR&gt;Remember, Friend, God  Can.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you think that you are unforgivable for your guilt and your  shame:&lt;BR&gt;Remember, Friend, God Can.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you think that all is hidden and no one can see  within:&lt;BR&gt;Remember, Friend, God Can.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And when you have reached the bottom and you think that no one can  hear:&lt;BR&gt;Remember, my dear Friend,God Can.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And when you think that no one can love the real person deep inside of  you:&lt;BR&gt;Remember, my dear Friend, God Does.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;(author  unknown)&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; But the wisdom  that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be  entreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without  hypocrisy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; James 3:17&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; The King James  Version&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;(Shared by Sarah from  China)&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Web Site&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Write  Us&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Share A Favorite Verse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Subscribe/Unsubscribe&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Make A  Donation&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5392384965152301868?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5392384965152301868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5392384965152301868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5392384965152301868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5392384965152301868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/01/god-can.html' title='God Can'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5298264860647328895</id><published>2010-01-25T13:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:43:53.932Z</updated><title type='text'>The Power of a Waste Pencil</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;She was a janitor at a school in India. Her husband  died soon after her marriage, she didn't have any family in the area. She  struggled with the responsibility of raising her kids. For the last twenty  years, she's continued to sweep classrooms at local schools.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One day,  though, she had a radical idea: I want to give. It was followed-up by a  reasonable yet confusing thought: But what can I possibly give?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When she  narrated her desire to a friend, he told her a story. "Gandhi used to write many  letters. One day, Kakasaheb Kalelkar, a famous Indian author, saw him writing  with a tiny pencil and immediately offered Gandhi a bigger pencil from his  pocket. Gandhi politely said that he didn't need it. The next day, he saw Gandhi  scrambling to find his pencil and Kakasaheb again offered him a pencil saying,  'Your pencil was so small anyway.' Gandhi gently replied, 'But a child had given  me that pencil.' And he carried on the search for that small  pencil.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sharing this story, he tells this sweeper woman: "You sweep  schools everyday. And so, you must see all kinds of small pencils that kids  throw away. Why don't you collect those and I'll give them to little kids who  can't afford pencils and teach them how to write and draw." She liked that idea.  In addition to pencils, she even collected erasers, sharpeners, and a few  miscellaneous oddities. And every so often, when her bag gets full, she hands it  off to her friend to give away to the needy. That was her ritual.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When  she found out that I was in town (I'm good friends with her kids), she insisted  that I come over for a meal. Due to my hectic set of commitments, I wasn't able  to go over for a meal but told her that I'd definitely join her for some snacks.  So I went for breakfast one day, with my friend who originally shared Gandhi's  story with her. She had cooked up a simple feast of love, which we thoroughly  enjoyed! We gave her a shawl, explaining that someone had gifted it to us the  night before and we couldn't really use it. And as we were leaving, she handed  us a pink, almost ripped, and heavy plastic bag.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Confused, I opened up  that plastic bag, and saw those small pencil, erasers and sharpeners.  Wow.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's hard to stay balanced, in the presence of something so  valuable. In the next hour, I had to address a couple hundred people, and shared  the story of a sweeper woman. As I opened up that pink plastic bag and held a  fistful of these small pencils and erasers, it was hard for even the emcee to  hold back the tears! I left the bag out for people to keep a material token of  this sweeper woman's lesson -- it matters not what you give, but the amount of  love you put into that giving. Everything, including the ripped plastic bag, was  gone before I could take a second look.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The humble offering had a certain  power that simply can't be bought. I felt it, everyone felt it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;(Cup O'Cheer compiled by: Kimberly B.  Quiggle)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5298264860647328895?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5298264860647328895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5298264860647328895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5298264860647328895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5298264860647328895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-waste-pencil.html' title='The Power of a Waste Pencil'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-131607395578959816</id><published>2010-01-14T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:24:04.789Z</updated><title type='text'>A Thought for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;We do not segment our lives, giving some time to God, some to  our business or schooling, while keeping parts to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; The idea is  to live all of our lives in the presence of God, under the authority of God, and  for the honor and glory of God.&amp;nbsp; That is what the Christian life is all  about.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;R. C. Sproul&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-131607395578959816?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/131607395578959816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=131607395578959816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/131607395578959816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/131607395578959816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/01/thought-for-today.html' title='A Thought for Today'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2231832315108396989</id><published>2010-01-14T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:25:27.548Z</updated><title type='text'>Vision, Value &amp; Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;Ephesians  1:18-20&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I pray that your hearts will be flooded with light  so that you can understand the confident hope he has given to those he  calledhis holy people who are his rich and glorious inheritance. I also pray  that you will understand the incredible greatness of God's power for us who  believe him. This is the same mighty power that raised Christ from the dead and  seated him in the place of honour at God's right hand in the heavenly  realms.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;The wisdom of the apostle Paul found in this  fantastic letter is so needed in the church of our day. With outstanding  apostolic insight, he prayed for the church at Ephesus and three key things  emerged:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The Believer's Vision  His prayer is that the believers will live with hearts  flooded with an understanding of the future to which God has called them. Too  many Christians are caught in the past, or consumed with the present, and make  little space in their thinking for the amazing promise that God has placed in  our futures. Having your today, shaped by your confidence in tomorrow, has an  outstanding effect on issues of purpose and  priority.&lt;BR&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The  Believer's Value  The values of each Christian is not secured by what they own,  what they drive, or where they live. Paul said, I want each believer to fully  understand that what really makes them rich is the inheritance that God has  given to His people. The Christian believer, who has even the most humble of  earthly possessions, has access to all the riches of  Christ.&lt;BR&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The  Believer's Victory  As far as God is concerned, all power struggles ended at  the cross of Christ. His might was never more powerfully displayed than in his  victory over the dominion of eternal darkness. Because of the Cross of Christ,  we win! Paul said this very same power is currently available to all who believe  in Christ.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;My prayer today is that&amp;nbsp;you will have a fresh  revelation of the  following...&lt;BR&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What God  has in store for you&lt;BR&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  All that God has deposited in  you&lt;BR&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And all the power  that is available to you&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Don't leave home without  this.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Doug Williams&lt;BR&gt;(AoG National  Leadership Team)&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2231832315108396989?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2231832315108396989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2231832315108396989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2231832315108396989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2231832315108396989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2010/01/vision-value-victory.html' title='Vision, Value &amp; Victory'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8704438481284446335</id><published>2009-12-26T14:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:58:12.272Z</updated><title type='text'>I am the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Jesus  answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father  except through me."&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;(John  14:6)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Judaism sees salvation as a judgment day decision  based on morality. Hindus anticipate multiple reincarnations in the soul's  journey through the cosmos. Buddhism guides your life according to the Four  Noble Truths and the Noble Eight-fold Path, Muslims earn their way to Allah  through the Five Pillars of Faith. Many Philosophers deem life after death as  hidden and unknown, 'a great leap in the dark'. Some people clump Jesus Christ  with Moses, Mohammad, Confucius and other spiritual leaders.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Jesus  said, "I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except  through me." Many people object to this, "All roads lead to Heaven." But how can  they? &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Buddhists look towards Nirvana, achieved after no less than  547 reincarnations. Christians believe in one life, one death, and an eternity  of enjoying God. Humanists don't acknowledge a creator of life. Jesus claims to  be the source of life. Spiritualist read your palms. Christians consult the  Bible. Hindus perceive a plural and impersonal God. Christ-followers believe  that there is only one God.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Every non-Christian religion says, "you  can save you". Jesus says, "My death on a cross saves you." All road don't lead  to London, all ships don't sail to Australia and all aeroplane flights don't  land in Rome. Every path does not lead to God. Jesus blazed a stand-alone trail  void of all self-salvation. He cleared a one-of-a-kind passageway uncluttered by  human effort. He offers us a unique invitation I which He works and we trust. He  dies and we live, He invites and we believe.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;The work of God is  this: to believe in the one he has sent&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt; (John  6:29)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;© 2009 The Word for Today. Used with permission. Free  issues of The Word for Today daily devotional are available from UCBwrite to  United Christian Broadcasters, Westport Road, Stoke-on-Trent, Staffs ST6  4JF&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-8704438481284446335?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/8704438481284446335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=8704438481284446335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8704438481284446335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8704438481284446335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-way.html' title='I am the way'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-4678428573385052606</id><published>2009-12-23T13:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:00:18.304Z</updated><title type='text'>Lost Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why wait till Christmas time again is here?&lt;br /&gt;Why spend those precious hours in hectic ways&lt;br /&gt;Doing the things that you could do all year&lt;br /&gt;And let the noise of whirl of festival days&lt;br /&gt;Drown out the angel's song?  Why not take time&lt;br /&gt;To lift the eyes to candles in the sky;&lt;br /&gt;To walk some silent night, while carols chime&lt;br /&gt;And hear the hush of wings brush softly by?&lt;br /&gt;Take time to mediate:  to catch the spell&lt;br /&gt;Of childish trust, that simple faith you knew&lt;br /&gt;When love was everywhere, and all was well...&lt;br /&gt;The gift you lost may now come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;Seek not for Christmas in the busy mart&lt;br /&gt;But cradled somewhere in a trusting heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Rachel Van Crème)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-4678428573385052606?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/4678428573385052606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=4678428573385052606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4678428573385052606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4678428573385052606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-christmas.html' title='Lost Christmas'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6137562984683506094</id><published>2009-12-22T14:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:01:32.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Who is this baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;In chemistry, He turned water to wine.&lt;BR&gt;In  biology, He was born without the normal conception.&lt;BR&gt;In physics, He  disapproved the law of gravity when He ascended into heaven.&lt;BR&gt;In economics, He  disapproved the law of diminishing return by feeding 5,000 men with two fishes  and 5 loaves of bread.&lt;BR&gt;In medicine, He cured the sick and the blind without  administering a single dose of drugs.&lt;BR&gt;In history, He is the beginning and the  end.&lt;BR&gt;In government, He said that he shall be called Wonderful Counselor,  Prince of Peace.&lt;BR&gt;In religion, He said no one comes to the Father except  through him;&lt;BR&gt;So. Who is He? He is Jesus! The greatest man in  history.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master.&lt;BR&gt;He had no  degree, yet they called Him Teacher.&lt;BR&gt;He had no medicines, yet they called Him  Healer.&lt;BR&gt;He had no army, yet kings feared Him.&lt;BR&gt;He won no military battles,  yet He conquered the world.&lt;BR&gt;He committed no crime, yet they crucified  Him.&lt;BR&gt;He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6137562984683506094?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6137562984683506094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6137562984683506094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6137562984683506094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6137562984683506094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-is-this-baby.html' title='Who is this baby?'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-7987247986044390791</id><published>2009-12-18T10:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:00:08.445Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>A woman was out Christmas shopping with her two children.&lt;p&gt;After many hours of looking at row after row of toys and everything else &lt;br&gt;imaginable, and after hours of hearing both her children asking for &lt;br&gt;everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the lift &lt;br&gt;with her two kids.&lt;p&gt;She was feeling what so many of us feel during the Christmas season.&lt;p&gt;Overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every concert and show, taste &lt;br&gt;all the Christmas food and treats, getting that perfect gift for every &lt;br&gt;single person on our shopping list, making sure we don&amp;#39;t forget anyone on &lt;br&gt;our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who &lt;br&gt;sent us a card.&lt;p&gt;Finally the lift doors opened and there was already a crowd in the car. She &lt;br&gt;pushed her way into the car dragging her two kids and all the bags of stuff &lt;br&gt;in with her.&lt;p&gt;When the doors closed she couldn&amp;#39;t take it anymore and stated, &amp;quot;Whoever &lt;br&gt;started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up and shot.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt; From the back of the car, everyone heard a quiet calm voice respond, &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t &lt;br&gt;worry, we already crucified Him.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the trip down in the lift was pretty quiet.&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t forget this year to keep the One who started this whole Christmas &lt;br&gt;thing in your every thought, deed, purchase, and word.&lt;p&gt; If we all did it, just think of how different this whole world would be. &lt;br&gt;(Luke 2:1-20)&lt;p&gt;(author unknown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-7987247986044390791?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/7987247986044390791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=7987247986044390791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7987247986044390791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7987247986044390791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-7465626906487826425</id><published>2009-12-11T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:55:28.959Z</updated><title type='text'>Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"Are not five  sparrows sold for two pennies?&amp;nbsp; Yet not one of them is forgotten by  God....Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."&lt;/EM&gt; (Luke 12:6,  7)&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;A radio news item reported the theft of a fleet of two  hundred racing pigeons.&amp;nbsp; The owner estimated the loss at $75,000.&amp;nbsp;  Noting the apparent increase in the value of birds since Biblical times, I took  comfort again in the words of Jesus about our worth in the sight of  God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Like sparrows, we sometimes feel helpless in the face of  difficult circumstances.&amp;nbsp; As birds are pushed or pulled by the wind's  currents, we too endure forces and events we cannot  control.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I stood near a young couple during an early  Christmas shopping rush.&amp;nbsp; Arms loaded with packages and bags, they were  clearly exhausted.&amp;nbsp; The woman held up a pewter mug with a ship and some  scrollwork designed into it, saying, her voice full of the weariness that only  such shopping can produce, "You need something for your dad.&amp;nbsp; Maybe you can  give him this."&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;The man reached for the price tag, then  turned away with a scowl.&amp;nbsp; "He's not worth that much," he  muttered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I stared at this couple for a few moments longer  than I should have.&amp;nbsp; What had the father done so to spoil his son's regard  for him?&amp;nbsp; What price would have been right?&amp;nbsp; Perhaps the young man  himself did not feel valued by his dad and so was unwilling to confer value in  return.&amp;nbsp; How much difference would it have made if he had recognized his  own worth - as well as his father's-in the sight of God?&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;We  are known.&amp;nbsp; We are loved.&amp;nbsp; We are treasured by our Creator.&amp;nbsp; So  also are our dads and our daughters, our customers and our colleagues, our  sisters and our spouses.&amp;nbsp; God cares profoundly for sparrows and racing  pigeons, and each of us is worth more than many of them. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;We do  well to regard one another - and ourselves - in that light.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(c) 2009 Dr.  Michael A. Halleen. Permission is granted to send this to others, with  attribution, but not for commercial purposes.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-7465626906487826425?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/7465626906487826425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=7465626906487826425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7465626906487826425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7465626906487826425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/12/value.html' title='Value'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-647663716739409665</id><published>2009-12-09T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:25:28.685Z</updated><title type='text'>In Christ we have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;IN CHRIST WE HAVE&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;A love that can never be  fathomed;&lt;BR&gt;A life that can never die;&lt;BR&gt;A righteousness that can never be  tarnished;&lt;BR&gt;A peace that can never be understood;&lt;BR&gt;A rest that can never be  disturbed;&lt;BR&gt;A joy that can never be diminished;&lt;BR&gt;A hope that can never be  disappointed;&lt;BR&gt;A glory that can never be clouded;&lt;BR&gt;A light that can never be  darkened;&lt;BR&gt;A happiness that can never be interrupted;&lt;BR&gt;A strength that can  never be enfeebled;&lt;BR&gt;A purity that can never be defiled;&lt;BR&gt;A beauty that can  never be marred;&lt;BR&gt;A wisdom that can never be baffled;&lt;BR&gt;A resource that can  never be exhausted.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;(Author Unknown)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-647663716739409665?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/647663716739409665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=647663716739409665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/647663716739409665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/647663716739409665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-christ-we-have.html' title='In Christ we have...'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8810109992823834227</id><published>2009-12-06T17:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:13:05.368Z</updated><title type='text'>When our memories exceed our dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;Probably like many of you I was recently reviewing the past  year and considering 2010.&amp;nbsp; During this period of reflection, I was once  again impacted by a powerful quote I once read and it reminded me of the  constant challenge we face to keep ourselves and our churches  advancing.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;'When our memories exceed our dreams, the  end is near.'&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I do find that statement a bit scary as  I can be nostalgic and enjoy memories of the past; however, I understand we  can't live there.&amp;nbsp; I suppose we have this constant challenge of 'learning  from the past, living in the present and always thinking future.' If we don't  consistently do this there is a tendency to drift into maintenance mode, this  can then lead to complacency and then failure.&amp;nbsp; David did this  'when  kings went to war David stayed at home'.&amp;nbsp; Sampson did this  'I will just  do what I did before', this sounds to me like he was living on past  successes.&amp;nbsp; Complacency is a subtle, slow, creeping disease, so let's make  sure in 2010 that 'our memories don't exceed our dreams.'&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Ian  Watson&lt;BR&gt;(AoG National Leadership  Team)&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-8810109992823834227?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/8810109992823834227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=8810109992823834227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8810109992823834227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8810109992823834227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-our-memories-exceed-our-dreams.html' title='When our memories exceed our dreams...'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6975974695369970786</id><published>2009-12-06T17:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:05:51.849Z</updated><title type='text'>I Choose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"&gt; &lt;HTML&gt;&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" http-equiv=Content-Type&gt; &lt;META name=GENERATOR content="MSHTML 8.00.6001.18852"&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY background="" bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;It's quiet.&amp;nbsp; It's early.&amp;nbsp; My coffee is  hot.&amp;nbsp; The sky is still black.&amp;nbsp; The world is still asleep.&amp;nbsp; The  day is coming.&amp;nbsp; In a few moments the day will arrive.&amp;nbsp; It will roar  down the track with the rising of the sun.&amp;nbsp; The stillness of the dawn will  be exchanged for the noise of the day.&amp;nbsp; The calm of the solitude will be  replaced by the pounding pace of the human race.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;The refuge of the  early morning will be invaded by decisions to be made and deadlines to be  met.&amp;nbsp; For the next twelve hours I will be exposed to the day's  demands.&amp;nbsp; It is now that I must make a choice.&amp;nbsp; And so I  choose:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I CHOOSE LOVE &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No occasion justifies  hatred; no injustice warrants bitterness.&amp;nbsp; I choose love.&amp;nbsp; Today I  will love God and what God loves.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I CHOOSE JOY &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I  will invite my God to be the God of circumstance.&amp;nbsp; I will refuse the  temptation to be cynical the tool of the lazy thinker.&amp;nbsp; I will refuse to  see people as anything less than human beings, created by God.&amp;nbsp; I will  refuse to see any problem as anything less than an opportunity to see  God.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I CHOOSE PEACE &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will live forgiven.&amp;nbsp; I  will forgive so that I may live.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I CHOOSE PATIENCE  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will overlook the inconveniences of the world.&amp;nbsp; Rather  than complaining that the wait is too long, I will thank God for a moment to  pray.&amp;nbsp; Instead of clinching my fist at new assignments, I will face them  with joy and courage.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I CHOOSE KINDNESS &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will be  kind to the poor, for they are alone, kind to the rich, for they are afraid, and  kind to the unkind, for such is how God has treated me.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I CHOOSE  GOODNESS &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will go without a dollar before I take a dishonest  one.&amp;nbsp; I will see the good in others when it is hard to find.&amp;nbsp; I will  confess before I will accuse.&amp;nbsp; I choose goodness.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I CHOOSE  FAITHFULNESS &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today I will keep my promises.&amp;nbsp; My debtors  will not regret their trust.&amp;nbsp; My associates will not question my  word.&amp;nbsp; My wife will not question my love.&amp;nbsp; And my children will never  fear that their father will not come home.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I CHOOSE GENTLENESS  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nothing is won by force.&amp;nbsp; I choose to be gentle.&amp;nbsp; If  I raise my voice, may it be only in praise.&amp;nbsp; If I clench my fist, may it be  only in prayer.&amp;nbsp; If I make a demand, may it be only of  myself.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I CHOOSE SELF-CONTROL &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am a spiritual  being.&amp;nbsp; After this body is dead, my spirit will soar.&amp;nbsp; I refuse to let  what will rot rule the eternal.&amp;nbsp; I choose self-control.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;LOVE,  JOY, PEACE, PATIENCE, KINDNESS, GOODNESS, FAITHFULNESS, GENTLENESS, AND  SELF-CONTROL &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Fruit of the Spirit found in Galatians  5:22-23.&amp;nbsp; To these I commit my day.&amp;nbsp; If I succeed, I will give  thanks.&amp;nbsp; If I fail, I will seek God's face.&amp;nbsp; And then when this day is  done, I will place my head on my pillow and rest.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;(author unknown)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;/HTML&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6975974695369970786?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6975974695369970786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6975974695369970786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6975974695369970786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6975974695369970786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-choose.html' title='I Choose...'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6785030653607374928</id><published>2009-11-28T09:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:17:18.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Meditations from the Bible</title><content type='html'>Like most of you I&amp;#39;m looking forward to eating the chocolates in my advent &lt;br&gt;calendar. Here&amp;#39;s an advent calendar with a difference. This year I&amp;#39;d like to &lt;br&gt;encourage you to read just one verse from the Bible each day as the &lt;br&gt;excitement builds up to Christmas day. They will help you to remember the &lt;br&gt;real reason for the season. The verses are printed here so you don&amp;#39;t need to &lt;br&gt;look them up.&lt;p&gt;Tues 1 - The angel said to her, &amp;quot;Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found &lt;br&gt;favour with God. Luke 1:30&lt;p&gt;Weds 2 - For nothing is impossible with God. Luke 1:37&lt;p&gt;Thurs 3 - He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up &lt;br&gt;the humble. Luke 1:52&lt;p&gt;Fri 4 - An angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, &amp;quot;Joseph &lt;br&gt;son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what &lt;br&gt;is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, &lt;br&gt;and you are to give him the name Jesus. Matthew 1:20b-21a&lt;p&gt;Sat 5 - While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born,  and &lt;br&gt;she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. Luke 2:6-7a&lt;p&gt;Sun 6 - She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because  there &lt;br&gt;was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7b&lt;p&gt;Mon 7 - The angel said to the shepherds, &amp;quot;Do not be afraid. I bring you good &lt;br&gt;news of great joy that will be for all the people. &amp;quot; Luke 2:10&lt;p&gt;Tues 8 - &amp;quot;Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his &lt;br&gt;favour rests.&amp;quot; Luke 2:14&lt;p&gt;Weds 9 - When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had &lt;br&gt;been told them about this child. Luke 2:17&lt;p&gt;Thurs 10 - Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her &lt;br&gt;heart. Luke 2:19&lt;p&gt;Fri 11 - The Magi asked, &amp;quot;Where is the one who has been born king of the &lt;br&gt;Jews?  We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him.&amp;quot; Matthew &lt;br&gt;2:2&lt;p&gt;Sat 12 - Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts. &lt;br&gt;Matthew 2:11b&lt;p&gt;Sun 13 - The people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those &lt;br&gt;living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned. Matthew 4:16&lt;p&gt;Mon 14 - In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the &lt;br&gt;Word was God. John 1:1&lt;p&gt;Tues 15 - In him was life, and that life was the light of men. John 1:4&lt;p&gt;Wed 16 - He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the &lt;br&gt;world did not recognise him. John 1:10&lt;p&gt;Thurs 17 - Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, &lt;br&gt;he gave the right to become children of God. John 1:12&lt;p&gt;Fri 18 - The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. John 1:14a&lt;p&gt;Sat 19 - &amp;quot;Sovereign Lord, as you have promised, you now dismiss your servant &lt;br&gt;in peace. For my eyes have seen your salvation.&amp;quot; Luke 2:29-30&lt;p&gt;Sun 20 - Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother: &amp;quot;This child is &lt;br&gt;destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign &lt;br&gt;that will be spoken against.&amp;quot; Luke 2:34&lt;p&gt;Mon 21 - They will call him Immanuel--which means, God with us. Matthew &lt;br&gt;1:23b&lt;p&gt;Tues 22 - When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had &lt;br&gt;commanded him. Matthew 1:24&lt;p&gt;Weds 23 - &amp;quot;I am the Lord&amp;#39;s servant,&amp;quot; Mary an swered. &amp;quot;May it be to me as you &lt;br&gt;have said.&amp;quot; Then the angel left her. Luke 1:38&lt;p&gt;Thurs 24 - And the child grew and became strong; he was filled with wisdom, &lt;br&gt;and the grace of God was upon him. Luke 2:40&lt;p&gt;Fri 25 - Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is &lt;br&gt;Christ the Lord. Luke 2:11&lt;p&gt;May the blessings of Christmas be with you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6785030653607374928?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6785030653607374928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6785030653607374928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6785030653607374928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6785030653607374928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-meditations-from-bible.html' title='Christmas Meditations from the Bible'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5959514498055767794</id><published>2009-11-18T08:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:54:01.102Z</updated><title type='text'>What Would He Say?</title><content type='html'>If He should come today&lt;br&gt;And find my hands so full&lt;br&gt;Of future plans, however fair,&lt;br&gt;In which my Saviour had no share,&lt;br&gt;What would He say?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;If He should come today&lt;br&gt;And find I had not told&lt;br&gt;One soul about my heavenly Friend&lt;br&gt;Whose blessings all my way attend,&lt;br&gt;What would He say?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;If He should come today,&lt;br&gt;Would I be glad, quite glad?&lt;br&gt;Remembering He had died for all,&lt;br&gt;And none through me had heard His call,&lt;br&gt;What would He say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5959514498055767794?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5959514498055767794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5959514498055767794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5959514498055767794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5959514498055767794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-would-he-say.html' title='What Would He Say?'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-1564276571283039574</id><published>2009-11-18T08:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:51:45.099Z</updated><title type='text'>God...</title><content type='html'>God is the most obligated being that there is.  He is obligated by his own &lt;br&gt;nature.  He is infinite in his wisdom; therefore he can never do anything &lt;br&gt;that is unwise.  He is infinite in his justice; therefore he can never do &lt;br&gt;anything that is unjust.  He is infinite in his goodness; therefore he can &lt;br&gt;never do anything that is not good.  He is infinite in his truth; therefore &lt;br&gt;it is impossible that he should lie.&lt;p&gt;(J. Gresham Machen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-1564276571283039574?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/1564276571283039574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=1564276571283039574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1564276571283039574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1564276571283039574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/11/god.html' title='God...'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5307574743104062650</id><published>2009-11-18T08:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:49:52.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Living dependant upon God</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;Learning to be dependent on God is a life time  discipline.&amp;nbsp; My friend Van Shore from Brisbane, a glowing example of the  power of the gospel - healed from the inside out, gave me a valuable insight  which has helped my journey.&amp;nbsp; He said...&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Live: &lt;BR&gt;Transparent  - without MASKS&lt;BR&gt;Vulnerable - without WALLS&lt;BR&gt;Responsible - without  EXCUSES&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Be more intentional in your dependence on God&amp;nbsp;and  let's see what happens!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;David Shearman&lt;BR&gt;(AoG Leadership  Team)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5307574743104062650?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5307574743104062650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5307574743104062650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5307574743104062650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5307574743104062650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-dependant-upon-god.html' title='Living dependant upon God'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-762251747259484498</id><published>2009-11-18T08:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:47:11.824Z</updated><title type='text'>Lord Prop Us Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Every time I am asked to pray, I think of the old  deacon who always prayed, "Lord, prop us up on our leanin' side." After hearing  him pray that prayer many times, someone asked him why he prayed that prayer so  fervently. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He answered, "Well sir, you see, it's like this... I got an  old barn out back. It's been there a long time; it's withstood a lot of weather;  it's gone through a lot of storms, and it's stood for many years. It's still  standing. But one day I noticed it was leaning to one side a bit. So I went and  got some pine poles and propped it up on its leaning side so it wouldn't  fall.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then I got to thinking about that and how much I was like that old  barn. I've been around a long time. I've withstood a lot of life's storms. I've  withstood a lot of bad weather in life, I've withstood a lot of hard times, and  I'm still s&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;tanding too. But I find myself leaning  to one side from time to time, so I like to ask the Lord to prop us up on our  leaning side, 'cause I figure a lot of us get to leaning at times.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes we get to leaning toward anger, leaning toward bitterness,  leaning toward hatred, leaning toward cussing leaning toward self pity, leaning  toward a lot of things that we shouldn't. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;So we need to pray, 'Lord, prop us up on our  leaning side', so we will stand straight and tall again, to glorify the  Lord.''&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(Author Unknown)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-762251747259484498?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/762251747259484498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=762251747259484498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/762251747259484498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/762251747259484498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/11/lord-prop-us-up.html' title='Lord Prop Us Up'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-7406073088247266346</id><published>2009-11-05T13:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:31:57.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;There's no faith like that of children.&amp;nbsp; They know that  God is quiet and calm and wonderful- big and interested in them, and kind.&amp;nbsp;  Their requests of God usually are reasonable and honest, modest.&amp;nbsp; They  seldom ask for more than they deserve.&amp;nbsp; They know of no reason why the  world, in fact, shouldn't be mostly good.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;(The  Leader)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-7406073088247266346?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/7406073088247266346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=7406073088247266346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7406073088247266346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7406073088247266346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-995445600449059567</id><published>2009-11-01T19:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:25:49.174Z</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Prayer is aspiration. The self-satisfied disregard  it.&amp;nbsp;They who reach for higher things find it a necessity.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Prayer is a discipline.&amp;nbsp;They who seek meaning and purpose in life  discover it a wise teacher.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Prayer is an art. We perfect it through practice.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Gradually, the interval between prayer and deed diminishes - until, at  last, all life becomes a sanctuary.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Alvin  Fine&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-995445600449059567?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/995445600449059567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=995445600449059567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/995445600449059567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/995445600449059567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2651876078386600239</id><published>2009-11-01T19:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:20:33.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Sven Wonders of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;A group of American students was asked to list what  they thought were the present Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some  disagreement, the following got the most votes:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;1. Egypt's Great Pyramids&lt;BR&gt;2. Taj Mahal&lt;BR&gt;3.  Grand Canyon&lt;BR&gt;4. Panama Canal&lt;BR&gt;5. Empire State Building&lt;BR&gt;6. St. Peter's  Basilica&lt;BR&gt;7. China's Great Wall&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;While gathering the votes, the teacher  noted that one quiet student hadn't turned in her paper yet, so she asked the  girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little.  I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many." The teacher said,  "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help." The girl hesitated, then  read, "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are:&lt;BR&gt;1. TO SEE&lt;BR&gt;2. TO  TASTE&lt;BR&gt;3. TO TOUCH&lt;BR&gt;4. TO HEAR."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;She hesitated a little, and then  added,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;"5. TO FEEL&lt;BR&gt;6. TO LAUGH&lt;BR&gt;7. AND TO  LOVE."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The room was so full of silence you could have  heard a pin drop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Those things we overlook as simple and  ordinary are truly wondrous.&amp;nbsp; This is a gentle reminder that the most  precious things in life cannot be bought...but are gifts from above. (James  1:17)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2651876078386600239?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2651876078386600239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2651876078386600239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2651876078386600239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2651876078386600239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/11/sven-wonders-of-world.html' title='Sven Wonders of the World'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6860390645340408781</id><published>2009-10-18T10:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:54:24.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things God wants everyone to know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;What can you say to someone who's about to pass  from this life to the next?&amp;nbsp; And what can you say to those who love  them?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I've been thinking about both of those questions&amp;nbsp; the  past few weeks, as a close friend of ours was facing what she and all of us knew  would be her last few days on earth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;As I prayed about what  to say to her, I felt like God shared with me four things that He wanted me to  share with her, four things that I believe God wants everyone to know.&amp;nbsp;  Here's what I told her :&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;1) God is real.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;2) Heaven is  real.&lt;BR&gt;3) Jesus is the way.&lt;BR&gt;4) Don't be afraid.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I knew she  believed these things, but I just wanted to remind her just how real they were,  so I just shared those things over and over with her during those final  days.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;When she finally passed away, her family asked if I would say  a few words at the funeral service, so I asked God what He would want me to  share with them.&amp;nbsp; It turns out that they're the same four things that Jesus  said to His disciples on the night before He died.&amp;nbsp; They're recorded in the  Bible in the book of John, chapter 14.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;The first thing that Jesus  said to them was this:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust  in God; trust also in Me" (John 14:1).&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;It was like Jesus was saying  to them, "I know this is going to be a hard time for you.&amp;nbsp; But God is  real.&amp;nbsp; He's really here.&amp;nbsp; He really cares.&amp;nbsp; You can trust Him,  and you can trust Me, too."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Then Jesus told them that heaven was  real, too.&amp;nbsp; He said: &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;"In my Father's house are many rooms; if  it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for  you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to  be with Me that you also may be where I am" (John  14:2-3).&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Throughout His whole life and ministry, Jesus preached  about the reality of heaven.&amp;nbsp; Even when He was challenged and some people  questioned Him about the resurrection of the dead, Jesus said:&amp;nbsp;  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;"You are in error because you do not know the Scriptures or the  power of God" (Matthew 22:29).&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Heaven is real, and it must be  really incredible.&amp;nbsp; Although God hasn't told us everything that awaits us  in heaven, He has told us what won't be in heaven--and that alone is worth  it!&amp;nbsp; There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain.&amp;nbsp; There  will be no more night, and we won't even need the light of the sun, for the Lord  Himself will give the light (see Revelation 21:4,23-25 and  22:5).&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;The song-writer Keith Green said, "I can't wait to get to  heaven!"&amp;nbsp; He said that if God took six days to make all that we can see  here on the earth, imagine what heaven is like, because Jesus said He was going  to prepare a place for us--and He's been working on it for 2,000 years!&amp;nbsp;  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;God wants you to know that He is real, and He wants you to know  that heaven is real, too.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;That's third thing Jesus told His  disciples was how to get to heaven, because He didn't want them--or anyone--to  miss it.&amp;nbsp; He said:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;"You know the way to the place where I am  going."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Thomas said to Him, "Lord, we don't know where You are  going, so how can we know the way?"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;"Jesus answered, 'I am the way  and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me'" (John  14:4-6).&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;It was like Jesus was saying, "If you believe in Me, put  your faith in Me, keep on following Me, then you'll end up in the same place  that I'm going--and that's heaven!"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Jesus wants us all to keep  putting our faith in Him for everything in our life.&amp;nbsp; That's why He came to  earth, to die for our sins so we could be free from them--forgiven--and be with  Him forever.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Having shared with them these three things--that God  is real, that heaven is real, and that He was the way--Jesus shared with them  the fourth thing:&amp;nbsp; Don't be afraid.&amp;nbsp; Jesus said:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;"Do not  let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid" (John  14:27b).&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I'm sure He said it because He knew that they might very  well be afraid.&amp;nbsp; He knew that sometimes facing life is even harder than  facing death, because of all the challenges that we have here.&amp;nbsp; But Jesus  reminded them of the same things that I'm reminding you.&amp;nbsp; God is real.  Heaven is real.&amp;nbsp; Jesus is the way.&amp;nbsp; You don't have to be  afraid.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Always remember that God loves you, He cares about  you and He will take care of you.&amp;nbsp; He will watch over you, He will never  leave you, and He will never forsake you.&amp;nbsp; Don't be afraid.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;by  Eric Elder&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6860390645340408781?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6860390645340408781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6860390645340408781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6860390645340408781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6860390645340408781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-things-god-wants-everyone-to-know.html' title='Four Things God wants everyone to know...'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6673228961995929070</id><published>2009-10-16T20:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:20:26.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Big God</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;One day on the way home from church a little girl  turned to her mother and said, "Mommy, the preacher's sermon this morning  confused me."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The mother said, "Oh! Why is that?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The girl replied, "Well, he said that God is bigger  than we are. Is that true?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;"Yes, that's true," the mother  replied.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;"He also said that God lives within us.&amp;nbsp; Is  that true too?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Again the mother replied, "Yes."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;"Well," said the girl. "If God is bigger than us  and he lives in us, wouldn't He show through?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6673228961995929070?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6673228961995929070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6673228961995929070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6673228961995929070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6673228961995929070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-big-god.html' title='Great Big God'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-1039117597539632317</id><published>2009-10-09T14:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:06:32.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Up the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A scholarly foreigner was employed to translate the New Testament into his native language. After a while, he exclaimed, "What a marvelous Book this is!" "Why do you think so?" asked the missionary. "Because it tells me so exactly about myself. It knows all that is in me. The One who made this Book must be the One who made me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-1039117597539632317?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/1039117597539632317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=1039117597539632317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1039117597539632317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1039117597539632317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/10/opening-up-bible.html' title='Opening Up the Bible'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8305330172427988319</id><published>2009-10-09T09:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:37:47.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Supplements</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"I pray that . . . (God) may strengthen you  with power through his Spirit in your inner being."&lt;/EM&gt; (Ephesians 3:16)  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The fitness center in which I work out several  times a week has pictures on the wall of club members who have won prizes in  regional bodybuilding contests.&amp;nbsp; One of them is of a fierce looking man who  often has his workout at the same time of day-early morning - as I do.&amp;nbsp; He  has a shaved head, long mustache and eyes that bore holes through the air.&amp;nbsp;  His time in the gym is alone time - Mr. Bodybuilder never speaks to anyone or  even acknowledges that others of us are in the gym.&amp;nbsp; The picture on the  wall of his finely chiseled body in full flex pose, wearing the championship  belt of the Masters Division (age 50 and above), is a reminder of who the alpha  male is in this neck of the woods. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;One holiday morning the club attendant was late  arriving.&amp;nbsp; Several of us sat in our cars, listening to radios, waiting for  the doors to open.&amp;nbsp; Mr. Bodybuilder drove up in a canary-yellow convertible  and started pacing up and down on the strip mall sidewalk.&amp;nbsp; After a  five-minute wait, he strode back to his car and said the only words I've ever  heard him speak: "I can't wait! I've got supplements to take!" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The only supplements I take are jam on toast and  cream in coffee.&amp;nbsp; But apparently there are additives available that do more  than stimulate the palate.&amp;nbsp; Some seem to help one look like a Michelangelo  statue.&amp;nbsp; What if there were also supplements available to help improve  one's attitude?&amp;nbsp; A friendship pill, a good-cheer capsule, or a  relax-and-smile tablet might help some I know.&amp;nbsp; Some need persistence  supplements, others could use a self-worth additive.&amp;nbsp; Many would benefit  from salting their breakfast with determination and a positive  spirit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;What was impressive about Mr. Bodybuilder's  commitment was his discipline.&amp;nbsp; His supplements were taken at a certain  time, with determined regularity.&amp;nbsp; Nothing was going to prevent that from  happening.&amp;nbsp; The benefit of similar discipline in prayer . . . in study . .  . in serving those in need . . . in worship . . . in building relationships  within one's family-who can tell what kind of championship awaits the one who  faithfully develops the inner being?&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&amp;nbsp;So when I saw another man on an exercise bike  in the gym reading a Bible the other morning, I strode back to my car thinking,  "I've got supplements to take!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1 face=Arial&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Copyright 2009 Dr. Michael A.  Halleen.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-8305330172427988319?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/8305330172427988319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=8305330172427988319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8305330172427988319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8305330172427988319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/10/supplements.html' title='Supplements'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2393013285476214547</id><published>2009-10-07T15:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:37:32.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it strange...</title><content type='html'>&lt;UL&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Isn't it strange how a £20 note seems like such a    large amount when you donate it to church, but such a small amount when you go    shopping?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Isn't it strange how 2 hours seem so long when    you're at church, and how short they seem when you're watching a good    movie?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Isn't it strange that you can't find a word to say    when you're praying but you have no trouble thinking what to talk about with a    friend?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Isn't it strange how difficult and boring it is to    read one chapter of the Bible but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a    popular novel?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone wants    front-row-tickets to concerts or sports matches but they do whatever is    possible to sit at the&amp;nbsp;back row in Church?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Isn't it strange how we need to know about an    event for Church 2-3 months before the day so we can include it in our diary,    but we can adjust it for other events in the last minute?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Isn't it strange how difficult it is to learn a    fact about God to share it with others; but how easy it is to learn,    understand, extend and repeat gossip?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Isn't it strange how we believe everything that    magazines and newspapers say but we question the words in the    Bible?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone wants a place in    heaven but they don't want to believe, do, or say anything to get    there?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2  face=Arial&gt;Author&amp;nbsp;Unknown&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2393013285476214547?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2393013285476214547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2393013285476214547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2393013285476214547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2393013285476214547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/10/isnt-it-strange.html' title='Isn&apos;t it strange...'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3848753197935894416</id><published>2009-10-03T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:19:06.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quotes on Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Happiness is an attitude of mind, born of the  simple determination to be happy under all outward circumstances.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;J.  Donald Walters&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Happiness is not a state to arrive at but, rather,  a manner of traveling.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Samuel Johnson&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;Your unhappiness is not due to your want of a fortune or high  position or fame or sufficient vitamins.&amp;nbsp; It is due not to a want of  something outside of you, but to a want of something inside you.&amp;nbsp; You were  made for perfect happiness.&amp;nbsp; No wonder everything short of God disappoints  you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Fulton Sheen&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The happiest people seem to be those who have no  particular cause for being happy except that they are so.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;William Ralph  Inge&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance,  the wise grows it under his feet.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;James Oppenheim&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;The secret of happiness is not in doing what one  likes, but in liking what one has to do.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;James M.  Barrie&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=2  face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Success is getting what you want; Happiness is  wanting what you get.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Dale Carnegie&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;If happiness could be bought, we'd be unhappy with  the price.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(unknown)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I have learned from experience that the greater  part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our  circumstances.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Martha Washington&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3848753197935894416?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3848753197935894416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3848753197935894416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3848753197935894416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3848753197935894416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-quotes-on-happiness.html' title='Some Quotes on Happiness'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8169322053259041612</id><published>2009-09-24T15:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:57:22.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quotes to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;People ask me, What  is the purpose of life? And I respond, "In a nutshell, life is preparation for  eternity. We were made to last forever, and God wants us to be with Him in  Heaven."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Rick Warren&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I think Christianity is sometimes  overlooked, unfortunately. It's a very realistic faith.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Cliff  Richard&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;'I think if Jesus were alive today he'd be a really  together person; he'd have street cred. He would go and sit in Soho, like he did  in Bible times, and get talking to the people.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Bobby  Ball&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;He who is filled with love is filled with God  himself.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;St Augustine&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;All that is necessary for evil to  triumph is for good men to do nothing&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Edmund Burke&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;The  Devil is not afraid of a dust-covered Bible.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-8169322053259041612?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/8169322053259041612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=8169322053259041612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8169322053259041612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8169322053259041612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-quotes-to-ponder.html' title='Some Quotes to Ponder'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8794421334544823155</id><published>2009-09-13T10:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:30:21.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Satnav or Road Map?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;EM&gt;'By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place  he would later receive as&amp;nbsp;his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he  did not know where he was&amp;nbsp;going'&lt;/EM&gt; (Hebrews 11:8)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I&amp;nbsp;find myself becoming more and dependent  on my Satnav. Once upon a time a&amp;nbsp;journey often meant poring over a map,  plotting each stage and then trying&amp;nbsp;to make sense of it while on the move.  Making a mistake usually led to&amp;nbsp;self-aggravation or a lively debate with  the passenger-navigator about who&amp;nbsp;was to blame for getting us so hopelessly  lost.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Not any more! I tap in the destination postcode and  then leave it all to the&amp;nbsp;screen on the dashboard and its voice 'Jane' who,  I have to say, has the&amp;nbsp;patience and sweet nature of a saint. I just know  'she' will be with me all&amp;nbsp;the way, keeping me on track and gently  redirecting me if I take a wrong&amp;nbsp;turning.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;So what about spiritual guidance? It seems to me  that it is more like a&amp;nbsp;Satnav than a road map. Sure, we would like God to  show us every twist and&amp;nbsp;turn of our lives in advance, but it's usually more  a matter of 'one step at&amp;nbsp;a time'. He tells enough for the moment, but then  we just have to get on the&amp;nbsp;road and trust Him to take us on the best route  to our destination.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;It always surprises me that although Abraham knew  he was heading for the&amp;nbsp;Promised Land he didn't know, or need to know, the  exact route in advance or&amp;nbsp;what would happen on the way. He simply obeyed  God's Instructions each day;&amp;nbsp;which is probably a good definition of 'living  by faith'.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I have to admit that 'Jane' is not infallible: she  once took me into the&amp;nbsp;Channel Tunnel terminal instead of nearby  Capel-le-Ferne (maybe she got it&amp;nbsp;confused with Calais). But God makes no  mistakes, and if we follow the&amp;nbsp;heavenly Satnav – the leading of His Spirit  - He will take us on the right&amp;nbsp;way to the right place. Here's a great  promise: &lt;EM&gt;‛I will instruct you and&amp;nbsp;teach you the way you should go; I  will counsel you with my eye upon you'&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp; (Psalm 32:8,  RSV).&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Are you willing to listen to His voice and trust  Him for the next stage of&amp;nbsp;your journey?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Andrew Parfitt (AoG Regional Leader – South  East)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-8794421334544823155?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/8794421334544823155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=8794421334544823155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8794421334544823155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8794421334544823155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/09/satnav-or-road-map.html' title='Satnav or Road Map?'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2270719415331953839</id><published>2009-09-13T09:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:40:35.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The rescue in ‘restriction’</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;EM&gt;And Lot went up out of Zoar, and dwelt in the  mountains, and his two daughters were with him; for he was afraid to dwell in  Zoar…&lt;/EM&gt;Genesis 19:30&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;This passage in Genesis outlines the  angelic mission to rescue Lot and his family from the destruction that is about  to devastate the city called Sodom, their city. Lot has made his wealth in that  city, and now loses all he has worked, as well as his home, and even his wife!  We find him pleading with the angel to let him escape to a nearby city, the  angel agrees and waits for him to make the journey there (19:21-22). This city  is called Zoar, and it means 'small'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;How many times has God  had to rescue us from the folly of our own decisions! When we should have  exercised greater caution and insight but did not. I am sure that you, like me,  can recall both the loss and regret of moments like that. But God in His wisdom  has a place to hide us during such seasons; it's called 'Zoar' a place of  restriction and limitation. A good place to recalibrate, review and refocus our  priorities. There is no need to be anxious in 'Zoar', embrace your restrictions  and live peacefully with the limitation, until God resets your  course.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;That is the ideal…. but Lot was afraid of 'Zoar' and  settled for a cave! Running from Zoar only led to more problems and they were  huge. The alcohol could never really remove the pain of his loss, and the  confusion of incest that overshadowed his family, led to the production of the  Ammonites and Moabites. The wickedness of these people cast some of the darkest  moral shadows in biblical history. Zoar had to be better than  this!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;If you are in the season of recovery and restoration, rest  deeply in the limitations of recuperation that are designed to secure you a  better future. Are you facing the challenge of lost opportunity? Don't become a  cave dweller, but focus on the mercy and favor of God (19:19; 21) and be  grateful that the loss of some things does not mean the loss of  everything!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Doug Williams (AoG Leadership  Team)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2270719415331953839?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2270719415331953839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2270719415331953839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2270719415331953839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2270719415331953839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/09/rescue-in-restriction.html' title='The rescue in ‘restriction’'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2062394683137445026</id><published>2009-09-13T09:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:34:44.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruments of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;For years my husband and I enjoyed our daily walks  together. Sometimes we talked quietly other times we were just together in  silence.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But our walks lost their glow when, after an illness, I had to  walk as therapy. It changed our gait, our buoyancy. Moreover, it was changing my  attitude. What's the use, I thought. It's doing no good.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then one day a  little note arrived in the mail. It said: "Keep it you two lovebirds! You make  my day as you pass my window every afternoon. Looking so fit and happy. I am a  shut-in and don't know what I would do without the inspiration you give. 'Things  will get better' your presence seems to say..."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Each of us is an  instrument of God, sometimes inspiring one another without knowing it. This  week, let someone know what they secretly give you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;EM&gt;June Masters  Bacher&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2062394683137445026?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2062394683137445026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2062394683137445026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2062394683137445026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2062394683137445026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/09/instruments-of-god.html' title='Instruments of God'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-1125408963665796479</id><published>2009-08-30T08:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:42:09.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-armenian-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: en-GB; mso-currency-: en-GBfont-family:Arial;" lang="en-GB" &gt;This month we're busy preparing for our baptism service. This will be the first baptism service that we've held at East End Chapel and the first ever baptisms by full immersion in Shipdham. Baptism is an exciting service in the life of a believer—it marks their decision to follow Jesus and demonstrates a turning away from the old sinful life to a new life as a child of God. A milestone in their Christian lives. It's a joyful service of celebration for the candidates; their families and friends and the church as a whole.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-armenian-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: en-GB; mso-currency-: en-GBfont-family:Arial;" lang="en-GB" &gt;For the candidates it's a chance to make their faith public—to nail their colours to the mast—to show the world what they believe. It's also an act of obedience as we are commanded in the bible to 'repent and be baptised'&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Acts 2:38). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-default-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-latin-font-family: Arial; mso-greek-font-family: Arial; mso-cyrillic-font-family: Arial; mso-armenian-font-family: Arial; mso-hebrew-font-family: Arial; mso-arabic-font-family: Arial; mso-latinext-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: en-GB; mso-currency-: en-GBfont-family:Arial;" lang="en-GB" &gt;If you've never seen a baptism by full immersion before, or would like to know more about baptism or about following Jesus then why not come along to the service at 2:30pm on 27 September —everyone is most welcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="language: en-GB" lang="en-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-1125408963665796479?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/1125408963665796479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=1125408963665796479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1125408963665796479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1125408963665796479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/08/baptism-service.html' title='Baptism Service'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3771990680666953971</id><published>2009-08-21T08:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:46:14.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Windscreen Wipers</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the  main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads  are wet and slick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Suddenly, my son Matthew spoke up from his relaxed  position in the front seat: "Mom, I'm thinking of  something."&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;This announcement usually meant he had been  pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that his  seven-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;"What are you thinking?" I asked. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;"The rain," he began, "is like sin, and the  windshield wipers are like God wiping our sins away."&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt; After  the chill bumps raced up my arms, I was able to respond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;  "That's really good, Matthew."&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Then my curiosity broke in. How far  would my little boy take this revelation?&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; So I asked, "Do you  notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell  you?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Matthew didn't hesitate one moment with his answer: "We  keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us."&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I will  always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;(author unknown)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3771990680666953971?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3771990680666953971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3771990680666953971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3771990680666953971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3771990680666953971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/08/windscreen-wipers.html' title='Windscreen Wipers'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2365128846056159692</id><published>2009-08-21T08:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:44:32.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humiliation or Humility?</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;I was half-way  through facilitating an intensive 34-week Bible study class. One day I received  a phone call from one of the men in the class. Immediately following my "hello,"  he proceeded to tell me everything I had done wrong as a facilitator. "You are  arrogant and incompetent. You think you know everything, when in reality you  know very little. I can't imagine why the church allows you to teach this class,  or why you are even allowed to remain on the staff! I will not be back to your  class!" He continued for several minutes. Then, without giving me an opportunity  to respond, he hung up the phone. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I sat in stunned silence. I felt  devastated, wounded, and shaken. I was caught completely off guard! Until his  call, I felt the class was going well. The members were committed in their work  and attendance. They had been studying and sharing on a deep level. We were  experiencing transformation personally and as a group. I could not imagine what  had prompted the angry monologue on the phone. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I went home that day,  unable to shake the feelings of humiliation and failure. I tried rationalizing  the situation based on my perception of the man's personality. He was, after  all, critical of many things in the church. He was a "recovering" alcoholic. He  had been married and divorced a number of times, and was even now estranged from  most of his family. Therefore, maybe I didn't have to put much stock in his  criticism! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But the phone call continued to nag at me. I had always been  overly sensitive to criticism. I found myself asking, "How will I deal with  this? What if there is truth in what he is saying? Am I supposed to learn  something here?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As I began to ponder and pray, I engaged in a  conversation with God. "Okay, God, I now know what humiliation is. But it sounds  like humility is what I really need. So how do I go about getting this humility  thing?" I can still remember where I was standing when God's answer came,  crystal clear, into my mind. "Do not seek after humility, for it will forever  elude you. Instead, seek My face. Only then can you find humility, and what's  more, you won't even be aware of it. But others will be." Humility is one of  those funny things. Once you think you have it, you can be assured that you  don't! True humility only comes as we seek the face of God, and seek to have His  mind, heart, and motives in all we do. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One definition of humiliation is  "to lower the pride of." Humility, on the other hand, is defined as "humbleness  of mind." We can move from the humiliation of having our pride lowered to  humility when we recognize our short-comings and are willing to face our  situation again with pure motives. Our relationships at work and at home will  benefit when we are truly humble as Christ was humble. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;By Judi  Mayne&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2365128846056159692?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2365128846056159692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2365128846056159692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2365128846056159692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2365128846056159692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/08/humiliation-or-humility.html' title='Humiliation or Humility?'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5757221492367364389</id><published>2009-07-27T20:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:16:49.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am what I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;"By the grace of God I am what I am, and (God's) grace to me was not without effect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1 Corinthians 15:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Early in my ministry career I was a college chaplain and often spoke at youth retreats. On one such occasion I was traveling from Chicago to Seattle with two college students who were to provide music. We were on United Airlines which at that time scheduled flight attendants to work together for an entire month. Somewhere over South Dakota the crew announced that because this was the last day of their working together, they were going to celebrate by holding a talent contest for passengers. The winner would receive a bottle of champagne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bob, one of my musician companions, immediately pulled his guitar down from the overhead luggage bin and went to the front of the plane with a handful of other hopefuls. I knew the others had no chance - none - against this extraordinarily talented young man with a flair for performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The passengers on our DC-10 were treated to a series of lame jokes and old songs crooned badly - and then Bob. He sang a peppy song he had written using invented words that was a hit at every youth retreat. He engaged his audience at 35,000 feet and soon had them singing his nonsense syllables with gusto. Returning to his seat at the rear of the plane to loud applause, grinning from east to west, Bob proudly displayed his bottle of champagne. "What else could I do?" he said. "I am what I am - an entertainer!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a great mercy to be able to accept the circumstances and opportunities - and limitations - which make up my life in this moment. To receive and work within them, not lamenting that they are not stronger.or other.than they are right now - this is the meaning of living by grace. I am what I am. Greater still is the mercy of hope, the ability to embrace my sample of life while looking forward to what's next. It's not enough to say, "I'm stuck here; I can do no other." Grace is dynamic. Full of hope, I accept with gratitude the circumstances of today, but I live with the promise of tomorrow. I'm becoming what I ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A young man whose body and speech were severely affected by cerebral palsy spoke at a meeting I attended. "What you see is a handicapped person," he said. "I am what I am. But in here," he continued, pointing to his head, "I'm All-Star second baseman, turning double plays and headed to the Hall of Fame." I was moved. Grace is not without effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike Halleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can contact Mike at &lt;a href="mailto:mhalleen@att.net"&gt;mhalleen@att.net&lt;/a&gt; to be added to his weekly devotional email list, "Monday Moments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5757221492367364389?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5757221492367364389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5757221492367364389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5757221492367364389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5757221492367364389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='I am what I am'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8114761851069817276</id><published>2009-07-22T22:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:03:33.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE WILL ALWAYS BE THE ONE</title><content type='html'>One day last week I woke up in a lousy mood. Why? We were out of coffee. I was late paying a MasterCard bill. My favorite clock had just stopped working. &lt;p&gt;I didn't even think of saying, "Good morning," to my husband Bob. After all, we've been waking up together for 31 years. As usual, we both got out of bed and headed right to our desks. &lt;p&gt;I checked e-mail and replied to people who were complaining about rainy days as if we were all living through a catastrophic disaster. &lt;p&gt;One more e-mail remained. It was from a fellow named John. And it turned out to be a breath-stopping shock. &lt;p&gt;The first time John wrote to me was about a year ago. He was responding to a column I had written about relationship troubles that Bob and I had overcome: &lt;p&gt;"Hello Saralee, &lt;p&gt;My wife Donna pointed out an article by you she found moving. It brought her to tears. I'm a grown man who can be very emotional. I was pleasantly surprised that there was a happy ending and everything was fine. Few couples these days enjoy the closeness that you have with your spouse. I am proud to say that I have been with my beloved for 26 years and she's still the one." &lt;p&gt;When I saw his name on this current e-mail, I was hoping to read more about his loving marriage. He wrote: &lt;p&gt;"Two days ago my wife fell down a flight of stairs. I lost the only girl I will ever love. She was only 54 and in perfect health." &lt;p&gt;I stared at his words as my life was overhauled in less than one minute. Thank God. &lt;p&gt;I could hear Bob in his study. He was in a bad mood because he kept getting cut off during a phone call to our veterinarian. I asked him to come in and read John's e-mail. &lt;p&gt;As he was reading, his demeanor changed. In slow motion, he went from appearing uptight and annoyed to sadly calm. With a deep sigh he said, "Thank you for having me read this." &lt;p&gt;I cried as I re-read the rest of John's note: "She was an organ donor and I am told that because of her good health she can help as many as 50 people. It has been nice talking to you about the love with our spouses." &lt;p&gt;I responded, "Your e-mail made me think about so many stupid things I get upset about. You gave me a huge wake-up call as to what matters in life and what doesn't." When I asked for his permission to write about this lesson, he kindly agreed and said, "I'm sure Donna would be honored." &lt;p&gt;I am the one honored to be writing about Donna's many legacies. She selflessly has changed the lives of 50 people by giving precious gifts from her body. Through the words of her adoring husband, she leaves behind and continues to teach the profound yet often overlooked lesson: Love is what is most important. I am also hoping she will help many realize, the way I did,&lt;br /&gt;that most everything is small potatoes compared to love, life and death. &lt;p&gt;And so this morning, it didn't faze me that I was out of computer paper when a deadline was imminent or that we, along with many others, are so hurting for money that we're on food stamps. &lt;p&gt;In silence, I said, "Thank you, John, for being so open with me about your tender love affair. Thank you for showing me that living in the moment is the path to joy, because all future moments are truly unpredictable. Thank you, Donna, for showing me that giving, in its most gracious and noble form, is done without expecting anything in return. Eternally, you will always be 'the one' - for John - for 50 peoples' lives you will now be an extraordinary part of . . . and for me." &lt;p&gt;And then I said, "Good morning," to Bob. &lt;p&gt;By Saralee Perel&lt;br /&gt;Saralee Perel welcomes e-mails at &lt;a href="mailto:sperel@saraleeperel.com"&gt;sperel@saraleeperel.com&lt;/a&gt; or via her website: &lt;a href="http://www.saraleeperel.com/"&gt;www.saraleeperel.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-8114761851069817276?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/8114761851069817276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=8114761851069817276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8114761851069817276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8114761851069817276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-will-always-be-one.html' title='SHE WILL ALWAYS BE THE ONE'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2119130567224136765</id><published>2009-07-22T19:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:08:05.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Galatians 5:1 &lt;EM&gt;"It is for freedom that Christ  has set you free, therefore do not be entangled again by the yoke of  slavery."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It is for freedom that Christ set you free. That is an  interesting comment...freedom so I could be free. Free so I can be free. Why  would Christ say something like this?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;How many of us are still trapped by  religion? How many of us are Christians yet are still bound up by a whole bunch  of rules. How many of us live our lives like prisoners? How many of us are  entangled by the yoke of slavery?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Christ came to set us free but He also  came to give us freedom. The cross is "free". The battle was won at the cross.  If you accept Christ as your savior, you are forgiven and you are free. But He  came to give us freedom -- "it is for freedom that Christ has set you free.." It  is for freedom (the goal) that Christ has set you free (the act). The goal is  freedom - that is the resurrection. The power in what Christ did wasn't so much  in dying on the cross. The power came in the resurrection.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Too often, the  church focuses on the "free" part and ignores the freedom. He came to give us  freedom. He came to give us freedom from the chains and yoke of slavery that tie  us down. Unfortunately, we live within fences of "religion" that tell us what we  can/can't do and a bunch of rules. We don't live passionately or dangerously  because we fear what others will think of us. We are free - we'll go to heaven -  but we don't enjoy the freedom Christ came to give us.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Brad Evangelista  pictured this with a great story. When he was a young kid, he had a paper route.  Everyday, he'd mount his Schwin and head off to deliver papers. A block away  from his house lived a huge dog that was half wolf, half bear. The dog was huge  and the dog hated Brad. Everyday, the dog would see him coming and everyday,  he'd sit up on his porch and start barking as Brad approached. As Brad got  closer, the dog would explode off the porch and tear towards Brad with blood  dripping from his mouth. Right as Brad got to the house the dog would be in full  sprint ready to take Brad apart running as fast as his four paws would deliver  him toward his lunch. As Brad got to the dog, he'd pull out a paper. Right as  the dog was about to eat Brad, he'd screech to halt at the fence that separated  him from his meal. As Brad rolled by, he'd take his paper and drag it against  the fence all the way down to the corner. This aggravated his adversary and gave  Brad a daily victory against the beast.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One day Brad came rolling by and  the daily ritual played itself out again -- this time with a shocking turn. As  Brad approached, the beast leapt from the porch and charged him. Brad pulled his  paper out to aggravate the dog and grinned in anticipation. Right as he  approached the fence, his discovered in terror that the fence that separated him  from the dog was gone! There was nothing to stop the dog from eating him for  lunch. The dog approached faster than ever and Brad knew he was dead meat. He  stood up on the seat of the bike and was prepared to kick the dog and swat him  with the paper. But right as the dog was about to leave the yard and knock Brad  off the bike...he slammed to a stop right where the fence used to be. The dog  didn't know the fence was gone and out of habit, he stopped short.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The  dog had freedom but he didn't know it. He remained trapped in the prison of his  own making. In his mind, he was forever tied to that yard. Someone came along  and removed the barrier that entrapped him but he didn't know freedom was his  for the taking (or that Brad was his lunch for the taking!).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It is a  great picture for us. Christ has taken down the fences that trap us in the  ordinary life. He came that we might have life and have it abundantly. Seize the  day!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;Adrian Warnock &lt;A  href="http://www.adrianwarnock.com"&gt;www.adrianwarnock.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2119130567224136765?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2119130567224136765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2119130567224136765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2119130567224136765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2119130567224136765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6491273315844618008</id><published>2009-07-22T19:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:44:26.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Bad Things Happen?</title><content type='html'>Why do bad things happen to good people? Why does a loving God allow death, sickness and other hard things to happen to His people? I have pondered those questions many times and although I am not eloquent in speech or an astute Bible student I have settled those questions in my own mind. &lt;p&gt;The year 1998 is a year that I will never forget! In January my dear Mother lost her fight with cancer. It was her desire that she die at home and my husband and I honored that request. She breathed her last one afternoon with us at her side. She had been sick for about 2 years and in a way it was a relief to us because she had suffered so long and now she was at rest. But - knowing she was no longer suffering and that she was in a better place didn't soften our sorrow and as we picked up the pieces of our lives we often mentioned to each other how much we missed her. &lt;p&gt;Then came the very worst day of my life. It was in early December, 1998, in Ocean Springs, MS. I was awakened in the night by the sound of my beloved husband's heart attack. He was lying on the floor at the foot of our bed - breathing his last! This was a man who was - seemingly - in the bloom of health. He was involved in fulfilling a dream - his dream of running across the United States - something he had dreamed about for several years, and there he was lying dead on the floor of our motor home. &lt;p&gt;Even beginning to explain all the things that went through my mind that early morning --- I don't have the words to describe, even now over 10 years later. My life, my other self, the love of my life lay dead at my feet. God where are you? The blur of the funeral, decisions, where to live, what to do? &lt;p&gt;God in his mercy helped me through those awful times. My son and daughter came immediately to assist with decisions that had to be made. I was numb. I couldn't think or make good decisions. I am thankful for my family and good friends who helped me through those dark times. &lt;p&gt;Sadly, I couldn't see any good in my losses. I couldn't see that God in his mercy let my mother go to sleep so she wouldn't suffer anymore. I still don't know why He let my beloved and loving husband die at age 67 but I AM thankful that he didn't live to be an invalid. &lt;p&gt;Still I struggled, I allowed myself to drift from God - not far - but too far. I muttered things like "why me?". I didn't get an answer, at least not right away. &lt;p&gt;Fast forward to Christmas 2000. I had moved to Canada by this time to be near my daughter. I had been experiencing severe pain in my right hip and was using a cane to get around. Then one morning I heard a C-R-U-N-C-H and I knew, I just KNEW my hip had broken. 5 years went by in which I endured 10 surgeries on hip and thigh. Surgery #5 resulted in a severe Staph infection in my right thigh and the certainty of losing my leg loomed before me. God in his mercy, didn't let that happen - surgeries 6,7 and 8 resulted in a thorough cleansing of the infection and assured that I would not lose my leg. &lt;p&gt;Praise God for an excellent doctor and for answering my prayers and those of my friends. As a result of the infection and in the process of the last 2 surgeries, my knee became damaged so that I can no longer walk without a walker but PRAISE GOD I can get around! &lt;p&gt;It was near Christmas in 2005. I was sitting in my chair talking to a friend on the telephone when my daughter and son-in-law came in my home. They both work and should have been at their jobs so I knew immediately that something had happened. They came to tell me that my youngest son had died. He had been bothered with depression and finally the hopelessness of his life overcame him and he ended his life. What more God? Then I remembered something. God had to sit on his throne in heaven and watch HIS son die on that awful cross. Jesus who lived a sinless life died at Calvary so that you and I can have eternal life. Brothers and sisters - NO ONE knows better than God what it is like to lose a son. &lt;p&gt;After awhile, as each affliction occurred, I drew closer to God. Once I cried out to God, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" The answer came back to me "You have forsaken me". THAT is when I realized that my walk along the Christian pathway had been only a shadow of what it should have been. Now, each day I am walking closer to God. Each day I study His word&lt;br /&gt;and I invite Him into my heart and thank Him for my blessings. I can see, hear, use my hands and live an almost normal life. I have been blessed with loving children and grandchildren and many friends. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else besides where I am. &lt;p&gt;Friends it is OK to be sad for a little while. Remember the shortest verse in the Bible? "Jesus wept" (John 11:35). Yes, it is all right to feel sad but then remember that Jesus sees our sorrow and He feels sad, too. Never take your eyes off of Jesus. He is there and He cares. &lt;p&gt;I have read that when a butterfly comes out of its cocoon it has to struggle and if someone unwisely 'helps' the butterfly will not be whole. God gives us struggles so that we can grow to be the people He wants us to be. Everyone's struggles are different but they are for our good - to make us ready for heaven. &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me"&lt;/em&gt; (Philippians 4:13) &lt;p&gt;Wynona Gordon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6491273315844618008?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6491273315844618008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6491273315844618008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6491273315844618008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6491273315844618008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-bad-things-happen.html' title='Why Do Bad Things Happen?'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-7524372549267283086</id><published>2009-07-18T11:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:24:32.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Does your telephone control you?</title><content type='html'>As you probably know the Amish believe in living a simple life - no &lt;br&gt;electricity, no telephones, no motorized vehicles. Yet in many of their &lt;br&gt;communities there is a pay phone.&lt;p&gt;When asked about this apparent discrepancy one elder explained, &amp;#39;If the &lt;br&gt;telephone were in our home it would control us. As long as it is out here we &lt;br&gt;control it.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;He went on to say, &amp;#39;Most people drop everything they are doing the instant &lt;br&gt;the telephone rings and run to answer it. In their lives the telephone takes &lt;br&gt;precedent over everything. Of course mobile phones have only made this &lt;br&gt;addiction far worse. The pay telephone, on the other hand, is our servant. &lt;br&gt;It is there if we need it but we do not allow it to intrude into our lives.&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-7524372549267283086?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/7524372549267283086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=7524372549267283086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7524372549267283086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7524372549267283086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-your-telephone-control-you.html' title='Does your telephone control you?'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2734958380930711907</id><published>2009-07-18T11:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:20:29.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#0000ff&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not  self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does  not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always  trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I love the Bible!&amp;nbsp; The  fact is, we either become totally committed to the Bible and its complete  message or we will find ourselves isolating our Christian faith to small parts  of our lives.&amp;nbsp; Alternatively we replace biblical truth with legalistic  nonsense.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This short passage&amp;nbsp;provides some excellent insights on how  to manage interpersonal relationships.&amp;nbsp; Put another way, it gives good  advice on how to make life work better and function well.&amp;nbsp; Here are some of  the highlights from this chapter:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Firstly, we express love in conscious  and deliberate ways.&amp;nbsp; The advice here is to live proactively, not hoping  for the best but taking the initiative.&amp;nbsp; We gladly take the obligation of  loving others upon ourselves.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Secondly, we learn to live with a  commitment to seizing spontaneous moments.&amp;nbsp; Every day becomes an adventure  of how we can genuinely express unselfish love.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Finally, the last  verse&amp;nbsp;states that we must learn to see the best in others.&amp;nbsp; In other  words, life works best for Christ-followers when they approach it with  constructive and optimistic hearts.&amp;nbsp; What good thing can happen  today?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A pastor by the name of George Crane tells of a woman who sought  his advice as she was about to divorce her husband of many years.&amp;nbsp; She had  grown to hate him.&amp;nbsp; Crane suggested an ingenious plan:&amp;nbsp; "Go home and  act as though you really love him.&amp;nbsp; Tell him how much he means to  you.&amp;nbsp; Make him believe that you really love him.&amp;nbsp; When you have  convinced him of your undying love you can then drop the bomb and tell him you  want a divorce".&amp;nbsp; When she did not return for further advice the minister  contacted her about her plans for divorce.&amp;nbsp; Her response was: "I'll never  divorce him.&amp;nbsp; I have discovered that I love him too much".&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir=ltr&gt;&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I hope this  little devotional will challenge you to keep on loving!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Paul Alexander  (Assemblies of God National Leadership Team)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2734958380930711907?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2734958380930711907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2734958380930711907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2734958380930711907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2734958380930711907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-on-loving.html' title='Keep on Loving'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6281629393481791005</id><published>2009-07-18T11:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:09:01.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Radiant Glow</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=2 face=Arial&gt;At 13 years of age,  my parents and I visited an ophthalmologist. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As I sat in the examining  chair, my face firmly on the chin rest and pupils dilated, the doctor looked  into my eyes, shining a bright light. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"She did inherit it," he said with  coldness. "You need to be prepared. There is no cure for this retinal disease."  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My father carried the Retinitis Pigmentosa gene causing a deterioration  of the retina which, in most cases, results in blindness. Although my brother's  retinas seemed to be fine, I'd inherited the gene. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Fifteen years after  my initial diagnosis, my father began to lose his eyesight and so did I. He was  55 years old, but I was only 28. In a matter of two years, we had both lost our  sight completely. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I focused on the effects of my own darkness. My world  crumbled as the black curtain fell, destroying the dreams my husband and I had  for us and for our three little boys. But when I turned to God for hope and  strength, He responded by opening my eyes to a new revelation. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My father  had given me not just the RP gene, but the example of determination and tenacity  as well. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We were all living in Bolivia in 1964 when he defied the  family's opposition to move to America. He and mom worked tirelessly to satisfy  the requirements imposed by the U.S. Immigration Department to enter the country  and establish residency. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Once in the states, he overcame humiliation,  intense loneliness, helplessness and uncertainty. He endured ridicule due to his  lack of fluency in English, but he pressed on. And he managed to gather enough  money for the basics -- rent a small apartment, buy modest furniture from thrift  stores and put a down payment on a car. Nine months later, he sent airline  tickets for my mom, my brother and me. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Decades later, as an American  citizen, I look back at what he'd shown me. He taught me the determination to  move forward when facing adversity. He set an example proving that humility is  crucial to success. He demonstrated the commitment to family and the importance  of setting priorities. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;His journey taught me valuable lessons for my own  path in the darkness. Much like a baby takes its first steps holding tight to  his father's hand, my dad held onto God as he stepped from the comfort of our  hometown in Bolivia to the unknown in a foreign land. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I did the same as  I stepped into the unfamiliarity of a sightless world. Holding onto God's hand,  I gained confidence and learned the language of gratitude. With profound  appreciation for my father's example, I learned how he had applied a powerful  blend of faith and tenacity -- the same blend I used to fulfill my own role as a  wife, mom, Sunday school teacher, Spanish court interpreter, inspirational  speaker and writer. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What I inherited from my father helped me to see my  life with a more radiant and meaningful glow. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;by Janet Perez Eckles  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6281629393481791005?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6281629393481791005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6281629393481791005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6281629393481791005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6281629393481791005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/07/radiant-glow.html' title='A Radiant Glow'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-998109811011903079</id><published>2009-06-26T10:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:13:11.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Rest and Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Someone once said  that 'Time is the new money'  meaning that we (western folk in general) used to  strive to get more money, but these days we have enough money  it is time that  we strive for more of.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;To realise the value  of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.&lt;BR&gt;To realise the value of ONE  MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a pre-mature baby.&lt;BR&gt;To realise the value  of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;BR&gt;To realise the value of  ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;BR&gt;To realise the value of ONE  MINUTE, ask a person who missed a train.&lt;BR&gt;To realise the value of ONE SECOND,  ask a person who just avoided an accident.&lt;BR&gt;To realise the value of ONE  MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the  Olympics,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;God has made us  responsible for how we use our time. What kinds of things should be doing with  it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Sleeping&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Psalm  3:5&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 30pt; TEXT-INDENT: -12pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;I  lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the L&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;ord&lt;/SPAN&gt; sustains me.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Working&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Genesis  2:15&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;The  L&lt;SPAN style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;ord&lt;/SPAN&gt; God took the man and put him  in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Eating&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Genesis  2:16&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;And  the L&lt;SPAN style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;ord&lt;/SPAN&gt; God commanded the man,  "You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Exercising&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;1  Timothy 4:8&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;For  physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things,  holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;5.&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Worshipping&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Luke  4:16&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;He  went to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place  w:st="on"&gt;Nazareth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, where he had been brought up, and on  the Sabbath day he went into the synagogue, as was his  custom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;6.&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Resting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Mark  6:31&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Then,  because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a  chance to eat, he said to them, &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: red"&gt;"Come with me by  yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest."  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;God  intended us especially to do three things: -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Work&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;God is a worker and  he made us in his image  we are made to be workers too. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Jesus was a preacher  and a carpenter. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Paul was a tent-maker  and taught the importance of work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Work is one of the  ways in which we can serve and glorify God, quite apart from bringing us pay and  often much pleasure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Those of us still at  school do not get paid, but we do have to work (that's why it's called school  work), we are investing in our own future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;Because of sin,  however, much work (and school work for that matter) is  hard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Genesis  3:17-19&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 30pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;To  Adam he said, "Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about  which I commanded you, 'You must not eat of it,' "Cursed is the ground because  of you; through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It will produce thorns and thistles for  you, and you will eat the plants of the field.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;By the sweat of your brow you will eat  your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust  you are and to dust you will return."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;If  you read the parable of the labourers in the vineyard you will see that  unemployment has been around for thousands of years. There will always be people  who are unable to find employment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Because  God intended us to work some people who are unemployed feel less valued and that  something is missing from their lives. In reality there is plenty of work that  could be done. Work for the Lord (Jesus said, "The harvest is plentiful but the  workers are few" &lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt;Luke10:2&lt;/SPAN&gt;), even voluntary work  for the many charities that are begging for help. There is always something that  you can do if you want to work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Yet  there are people who are happy, and indeed choose, not to work. The Bible warns  against being this way:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Proverbs  10:4&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Lazy  hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring  wealth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 30pt; TEXT-INDENT: -22.5pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;This  can apply spiritually as well as physically. We can feel unfulfilled,  incomplete, useless when we don't work and yet fulfilled, complete and useful  when we do. God made us to work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Rest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;God rested after  creating the heavens and earth in six days. It is this pattern that we need to  follow; in fact we are commanded to do it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Exodus  20:8-11&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;"Remember  the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your  work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the L&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;ord&lt;/SPAN&gt; your God. On it you shall not do any  work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your manservant or maidservant,  nor your animals, nor the alien within your gates. For in six days the L&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;ord&lt;/SPAN&gt; made the heavens and the earth, the  sea, and all that is in them, but he rested on the seventh day. Therefore the  L&lt;SPAN style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;ord&lt;/SPAN&gt; blessed the Sabbath day and  made it holy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;We  are commanded to rest for one day in every seven. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;During  the French Revolution a new calendar was devised consisting of a 10 day week - 9  days of work and 1 day of rest. As you can tell it didn't catch  on!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;God  knows best! 6 days of work and one of rest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;In this day and age  it is difficult, if not impossible, for everyone to rest on the same day.  Numerous people need to work on Sundays - doctors, nurses, care workers, firemen  etc. Interestingly Sabbath doesn't mean Sunday (or even Saturday  the Jewish  day) it comes from the Hebrew verb shabbath, meaning "to rest from labour", it  is simply the day of rest. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;The  Sabbath can be any day of the week  the principle is the same  6 days to work  and 1 day to rest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;"The sabbath was made  for man," (&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt;Mark 2:27&lt;/SPAN&gt;) as a day of rest and  refreshment for the body and of blessing to the soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;We all need to rest,  we cannot keep going forever. We know what happens  we burn out, we break down.  We all need rest and God has prescribed the right amount.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list 18.0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Worship&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;God  intends that we should include worship in our use of time. We do this in two  ways: -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo2; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;spending  time with him daily in private reading our Bible and  praying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level2 lfo2; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;and  worshipping together as we are now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Luke  4:16&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;He  went to &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place  w:st="on"&gt;Nazareth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, where he had been brought up, and on  the Sabbath day he went into the synagogue, as was his custom. And he stood up  to read. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 10pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Jesus  was in the habit of going to the synagogue (the Jewish church), in the same way  we should be in the habit of going to church whenever we can. We can't always  make it, but we should try as much as we can.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;To worship God is to  recognise his worth or worthiness; to look God-ward, and to acknowledge the  value of what we see. The Bible calls this activity "glorifying God" or "giving  glory to God".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;The Bible shows that  we glorify God in seven different ways: -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo3; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;praising God for all  that he is and all his achievements&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo3; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;thanking him for his  gifts and his goodness to us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo3; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;asking him to meet  our own and others' needs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo3; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;offering him our  gifts, our service, and ourselves&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo3; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;learning about him  from his word, read and spoken to us, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo3; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;obeying his  voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 54pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo3; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;-&lt;SPAN  style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;telling others about  him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;All of these things  are worship and we are called to do each of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Summary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;The  Bible is our handbook for living  our maker's manual for human maintenance and  it tells us to include work, rest and worship. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Do  our lives have the right balance of work, rest and  worship?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;A  time management expert was once speaking to a group of business students and, to  drive home a point, used an illustration. He pulled out a one-gallon,  wide-mouthed jar and set it on a table in front of him. Then he produced about a  dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the  jar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;When  the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, "Is  this jar full?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Everyone  in the class said, "Yes."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Then  he said, "Really?" He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel.  Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work  themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Then  he smiled and asked the group once more, "Is the jar full?" By this time the  class was onto him. "Probably not," one of them answered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;"Good!"  he replied. And he reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He  started dumping the sand in and it went into all the spaces left between the  rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, "Is this jar  full?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;"No!"  the class shouted. Once again he said, "Good!" Then he grabbed a pitcher of  water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he  looked up at the class and asked, "What is the point of this  illustration?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;One  eager beaver raised his hand and said, "The point is, no matter how full your  schedule is, if you try really hard, you can always fit some more things into  it!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;"No,"  the speaker replied, "that's not the point. The truth this illustration teaches  us is: If you don't put the big rocks in first, you'll never get them in at  all."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;In  a time sense work, rest and worship are the big rocks. We must put these big  rocks in first or we'll never get them in at all. Make these three things your  priority and then fill your time up with the smaller, less important  things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;We  all have the same amount of time in each day, in each week  how we use that  time will determine how much we get out of it and how we will feel at the end of  it. Let's all try to get the balance of our time right  God shows us how   work, rest and worship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-998109811011903079?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/998109811011903079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=998109811011903079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/998109811011903079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/998109811011903079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-rest-and-worship.html' title='Work, Rest and Worship'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-7690855110856450833</id><published>2009-06-25T16:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:04:43.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an  audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "How heavy is this glass of water?"  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Answers called out ranging from 2 to 5 pounds.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't  matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;He continued, "If I hold it for a minute, that's  not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I  hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. In each case, it's the same  weight. But the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;"And that's the way it is with stress management.  If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes  increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on. As with the glass of water,  you have to put it down."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Then Jesus said, "Come to  me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at  heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and  the burden I give you is light&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;. (Matthew  11:28-30)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-7690855110856450833?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/7690855110856450833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=7690855110856450833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7690855110856450833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7690855110856450833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/06/stress-management.html' title='Stress Management'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8135057499007961163</id><published>2009-06-14T11:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:48:11.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;The only time  we should look back to yesterday is to look at the positive things that were  accomplished to encourage us to do better things today and tomorrow. - Stevie  Wonder&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!--~-|**|PrettyHtmlEnd|**|-~--&gt;&lt;!--~-|**|PrettyHtmlStart|**|-~--&gt; 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never too late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;By Dr. Michael A. Halleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abraham and Sarah were already old and well advanced in years."&lt;/em&gt; (Genesis 18:11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young."&lt;/em&gt; (1 Timothy 4:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age isn't related to important achievements.  Maturity, yes.  Attitude, absolutely.  Skill and intelligence, of course.  But not age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Benjamin Franklin, already a successful publisher, inventor, diplomat and signer of the Declaration of Independence, led the convention that drafted the Constitution of the United States.  He was eighty-four.  A few years earlier, about the time Franklin was signing the Declaration, Mozart was living in Salzburg, having just completed all five of his violin concertos, each one a masterpiece.  He was twenty.  Age had no bearing on that summer of significant moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some time ago I interviewed a young man seeking a job.  At nineteen he lacked spirit, the fire within-if there had ever been one-just an ember.  The same day I spoke to a new friend, age eighty-seven, whose voice was alive, eyes shining, energy directed toward what was next.  Age is irrelevant.  Attitude is everything.  Trying, not giving up, caring enough to use the resources we've been given-these are the things that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So William Gladstone at eighty-five was prime minister of England and the world's leading statesman.  At seventeen Elizabeth Barrett (Browning) published a volume of serious poetry.  Galileo was dictating records of his latest discoveries about the rotation of planets (and hiding them in his mattress in order to avoid punishment as a heretic) when he was seventy-eight.  Michelangelo began painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in his early thirties.  Insight, determination and genius are not limited by age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Martin Luther was thirty-four when he walked to the door of the castle church in Wittenburg, Germany and posted there the ideas for change he wanted to debate with Church leaders.  Abraham, founder of the Hebrew nation at the age of one hundred, might have smiled at how one so young could do something so important while Timothy, at twenty-six the leader of one of the largest Christian churches of the first century, might have wondered what had taken Martin so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beethoven had composed a prodigious quantity of music by the time of his death at fifty-six, while Grandma Moses, the famous 20th century folk artist, didn't take up painting until she was seventy-five.  Golf prodigy Michelle Wie turned professional at fifteen, the same summer as my father-in-law, age ninety, made his first hole-in-one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're not too young to do something significant.  And we're never too old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3188759058194063114?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3188759058194063114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3188759058194063114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3188759058194063114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3188759058194063114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-too-early-never-too-late.html' title='Not too early; never too late!'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3173312105838136645</id><published>2009-06-14T11:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:42:22.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Controlling Your Temper</title><content type='html'>Ron, a 9-year old boy, was being raised by his mother who didn't know how to cope with his uncontrollable temper. She knew he was angry that his father had abandoned him and she tried professional counseling, but nothing seemed to work. &lt;p&gt;So she sent Ron to spend the summer on his grandparent's farm. When he came home, he was a changed boy. His mom asked him what happened and he told her that every time he got mad or said anything unkind, Grandpa made him go outside and hammer a big two-inch nail into a two by four. It was hard, and he wasn't allowed back until the nail was all the way in. &lt;p&gt;After about 20 trips to the shed to get the tools, he decided it was easier to control his temper than hammer those long nails. &lt;p&gt;"Did you change because you hated the consequences so much?" she asked. &lt;p&gt;"Well, that was part of it," he said. "After I'd nailed in all the nails and was behaving better, Grandma took me outside and made me pull them out. That was even harder. When I was done, she gave me this note." &lt;p&gt;He showed it to her, and this is what she read: &lt;p&gt;"Pulling out the nails is like saying you're sorry. But the holes still remain in the board. You can't fix things by being sorry, but you can stop making new holes. Remember, every time you do something mean and nasty, you're making a hole somewhere in someone. That's what your dad did to you. Please don't do it to anyone else. You're better than that."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3173312105838136645?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3173312105838136645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3173312105838136645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3173312105838136645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3173312105838136645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/06/controlling-your-temper.html' title='Controlling Your Temper'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5490863699719365886</id><published>2009-06-05T09:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:26:12.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteer's Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;The  week of 1-7 June is Volunteer's Weeka national celebration of volunteers and  volunteering. One of the week's key aims is to encourage more people to  volunteer and put something back into society. In this day and age of 'what's in  it for me!' this is a thankless and often fruitless task. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix  = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;In  my work&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I have contact with  numerous voluntary organisations from Scouts to Guides, sports clubs, social  clubs, youth clubs, playgroups, PTA's, churchesthe list could go on. One thing  that they all have in common is that they are dependent upon volunteers to  function properly. The other thing that they have in common is that they all  need more volunteers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;Jesus  himself said, "the harvest is plentiful but the workers are few" reflecting this  same situation where there are not enough people prepared to do good works for  others and meet their needs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;Society  has come to rely on many of these are organisations to provide activities and  opportunities and to help people.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;We may use them or turn to them ourselves in our hour of need. If we were  to lose them life would be very different for many people. It would  detrimentally affect society as a whole.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;Why  not take some time to consider volunteering?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;You  can find out more about volunteering by checking out &lt;A  href="http://www.voluntarynorfolk.org.uk"&gt;www.voluntarynorfolk.org.uk&lt;/A&gt; or &lt;A  href="http://www.volunteersweek.org.uk"&gt;www.volunteersweek.org.uk&lt;/A&gt;.  Alternatively call Voluntary Norfolk on 01603 614474.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;If  you'd like to volunteer in the village I can steer you in the right  direction.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 119%; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="language: en-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5490863699719365886?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5490863699719365886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5490863699719365886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5490863699719365886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5490863699719365886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/06/volunteers-week.html' title='Volunteer&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3697125030962609244</id><published>2009-05-30T11:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:44:36.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law od the Garbage Truck</title><content type='html'>One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. &lt;p&gt;My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly. &lt;p&gt;So I asked, "Why did you just do that? That guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" &lt;p&gt;This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, "The Law of the Garbage Truck." &lt;p&gt;He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage -- frustration, anger, disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. &lt;p&gt;Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. &lt;p&gt;Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. &lt;p&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't. &lt;p&gt;Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3697125030962609244?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3697125030962609244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3697125030962609244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3697125030962609244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3697125030962609244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/05/law-od-garbage-truck.html' title='The Law od the Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5797997987766164048</id><published>2009-05-06T11:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:10:14.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR DOCTOR VS. YOUR PASTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;YOUR DOCTOR VS. YOUR  PASTOR&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;Your doctor says, "Please disrobe" and you do so without  complaint.&lt;BR&gt;Your pastor urges you to dress modestly and you think he's getting  too personal.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;Your doctor charges enormous fees but you keep going back  to him.&lt;BR&gt;Your pastor preaches that you should pay your tithes and you leave  the church.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;Your doctor inquires about your weight and you discuss the  issue.&lt;BR&gt;Your pastor asks how much you pray and you tell him it's none of his  business.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;Your doctor prescribes a nasty-tasting pill and you take  it.&lt;BR&gt;Your pastor feeds you the Word and you refuse to hear it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;Your doctor advises you to change your lifestyle in order  to lower your blood pressure.&lt;BR&gt;Your pastor urges you to change your lifestyle  and it raises your blood pressure.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;Your doctor says you need more tests and you schedule  them.&lt;BR&gt;Your pastor says we need more prayer meetings and Bible studies but  you're too busy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;Your doctor says there's no help for you but you search  high and low for another answer.&lt;BR&gt;Your pastor says "God can help you" and you  give up, saying "there's no hope for me."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt;To your doctor, you're just another customer.&lt;BR&gt;To your  pastor, you're a friend and part of the family.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5797997987766164048?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5797997987766164048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5797997987766164048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5797997987766164048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5797997987766164048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-doctor-vs-your-pastor.html' title='YOUR DOCTOR VS. YOUR PASTOR'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-8044047110267487388</id><published>2009-04-27T10:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:05:46.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Worrying Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"&gt; &lt;HTML&gt;&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.6001.18226" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff background=""&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the Bible the prophet Haggai who lived and  prophesied during a time of great recession talked about a "shaking of the  nations." The times that we live in today are a real shaking of the nations   the biggest global recession for more than 25 years.&amp;nbsp; This is having an  impact on all of us.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Each month I receive statistics from Credit  Action (the people who supply the free Money Manuals that we offer) that show  the deepening of the situation:&lt;BR&gt;· 1 person is declared bankrupt or insolvent  every 4½ minutes&lt;BR&gt;· Every 10 minutes a property is repossessed&lt;BR&gt;· 2,915  people are made redundant every day&lt;BR&gt;· The government pays £91m interest every  day to service our national debt&lt;BR&gt;· The average household debt in the UK is  around £9,500 excluding mortgages&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Within the church we have our  concerns too. Our total income is down 40% on last year, yet our costs are ever  increasing. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I am reminded of some verses from the  Bible&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;Matthew  6:35-34&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life,  what you will &amp;nbsp;eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not  life &amp;nbsp;more important than food, and the body more important than  &amp;nbsp;clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or  &amp;nbsp;store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. &amp;nbsp;Are  you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single  hour to his life? "And why do you worry &amp;nbsp;about clothes? See how the lilies  of the field grow. They do not &amp;nbsp;labour or spin. Yet I tell you that not  even Solomon in all his &amp;nbsp;splendour was dressed like one of these. If that  is how God &amp;nbsp;clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and  tomorrow &amp;nbsp;is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you  &amp;nbsp;of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or  &amp;nbsp;'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans &amp;nbsp;run  after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that &amp;nbsp;you need them.  But seek first his kingdom and his righteous-&amp;nbsp;ness, and all these things  will be given to you as well. Therefore &amp;nbsp;do not worry about tomorrow, for  tomorrow will worry about it&amp;nbsp;self. Each day has enough trouble of its  own.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;If we put the things of God first and foremost in  our lives then we are promised that God will provide all of our needs. As a  church we can testify to that  despite the significant reduction in our income  we have not had to reduce our activities or put any projects on hold as the Lord  has provided all of our needs.&amp;nbsp; We have renewed our commitment not to  increase charges for any of our clubs or activities for 2009.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;If you're worried about the effects of the  recession read those verses from the Bible again. Let's all put Jesus first and  see His provision for our needs  we need not worry any more.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Please &lt;A  href="mailto:p.taylor@shipdhamchurch.org.uk"&gt;contact me &lt;/A&gt;if you'd like to  talk about this confidentially.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;/HTML&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-8044047110267487388?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/8044047110267487388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=8044047110267487388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8044047110267487388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/8044047110267487388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/04/worrying-times.html' title='Worrying Times'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2283917575048070487</id><published>2009-04-25T14:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:31:53.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter from God</title><content type='html'>To My Child,&lt;p&gt;Good morning, this is GOD.&lt;p&gt;Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not &lt;br&gt;need your help. If you encounter a situation you cannot handle, do not &lt;br&gt;attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (Something For God To Do) &lt;br&gt;box. It will be addressed in MY TIME, not yours.&lt;p&gt;Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it nor remove it. &lt;br&gt;Holding on or removal will delay the resolution of your problem. If it is a &lt;br&gt;situation you think you are capable of handling, please consult me in prayer &lt;br&gt;to be sure that it is the proper resolution. Because I do not sleep, nor do &lt;br&gt;I slumber, there is no need for you to lose any sleep. Please rest my child.&lt;p&gt; If you need to contact me, I am only a prayer away. My prayer line is open &lt;br&gt;24 hours of your day. I love you and will always be with you wherever you &lt;br&gt;may go. As with all good things, pass my message on.&lt;p&gt;Love, GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2283917575048070487?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2283917575048070487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2283917575048070487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2283917575048070487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2283917575048070487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-from-god.html' title='A Letter from God'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2704632454678763445</id><published>2009-04-19T23:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:19:47.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Obituary For Someone Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;!--~-|**|PrettyHtmlEnd|**|-~--&gt;Our church was saddened to learn this week  of the death of one of our most valued members, Someone Else.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Someone's  passing creates a vacancy that will be difficult to fill. Else has been with us  for many years and for every one of those years, Someone did far more than a  normal person's share of the work. Whenever there was a job to do, a class to  teach, or a meeting to attend, one name was on everyone's list, "Let Someone  Else do it." Whenever leadership was mentioned, this wonderful person was looked  to for inspiration as well as results; "Someone Else can work with that group."  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It was common knowledge that Someone Else was among the most liberal  givers in our church. Whenever there was a financial need, everyone just assumed  Someone Else would make up the difference. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Someone Else was a wonderful  person; sometimes appearing superhuman. Were the truth known, everybody expected  too much of Someone Else. Now Someone Else is gone! We wonder what we are going  to do. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Someone Else left a wonderful example to follow, but who is going  to follow it? Who is going to do the things Someone Else did? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you  are asked to help this year, remember -- we can't depend on Someone Else  anymore.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2704632454678763445?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2704632454678763445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2704632454678763445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2704632454678763445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2704632454678763445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/04/obituary-for-someone-else.html' title='An Obituary For Someone Else'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-2765606361036187170</id><published>2009-04-16T23:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:14:19.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment by Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;There was a small girl whose father was a pastor.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;One day, after one of her daddy's sermons, the little girl asked him, "Daddy,  can a person go their whole life without sinning?"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"No, honey," the father replied, "I'm sorry, but that's just not possible.  Jesus was the only one who could."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"What about a year, Daddy?" the little girl continued. "Can a person go a  whole year without sinning?"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"No, I don't think that's possible, either," Daddy said.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"What about a day, Daddy? Can a person go a day without sinning? Maybe just  once?"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"Unless they're in the hospital and very, very sick and not even awake, I  don't think that's possible, either, honey."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"What about one moment, Daddy? Can a person go one moment without  sinning?"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"Yes, dear, I think that is possible."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"Then, Daddy, I want to live my life moment by  moment."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-2765606361036187170?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/2765606361036187170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=2765606361036187170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2765606361036187170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/2765606361036187170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/04/moment-by-moment.html' title='Moment by Moment'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3779445201321411505</id><published>2009-04-09T16:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:05:37.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easter Thought</title><content type='html'>Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master.&lt;br&gt;Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher.&lt;br&gt;Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer.&lt;br&gt;Had no army, yet kings feared Him.&lt;br&gt;He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world. &lt;br&gt;He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him.&lt;br&gt;He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3779445201321411505?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3779445201321411505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3779445201321411505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3779445201321411505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3779445201321411505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-thought.html' title='An Easter Thought'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5519844770348321567</id><published>2009-03-29T18:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:10:17.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;All men are  like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The grass withers and the flowers fall,  because the breath of the &lt;SPAN style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/SPAN&gt;  blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers  fall, but the word of our God stands forever.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: right"  align=right&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #0070c0; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;(Isiaah  40:6-8)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;So here we are at Easter, the biggest celebration of the Christian year.  If the church was a garden centre it would be full to overflowing this Easter.  If we were selling plants - the grass that withers and the flowers that fall -  we'd be bustling with people wanting to come and see.&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #0070c0"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;The words of the prophet Isaiah remind us that, like plants, our time  here on earth is limited; death is inevitable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;The message of Easter reminds us that, while life on earth is limited,  after death comes the resurrection. Unlike life on earth the resurrection will  be eternal. Whether that resurrection is to eternal bless (heaven) or eternal  condemnation (hell) will depend not on how we have lived our lives but simply in  who or what we have put our faith.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Eternal life in heaven comes only from putting our faith in Jesus and his  death in the cross for us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;The church has much more to offer than a few plants that wither and fall;  it offers real hope  not only hope of an exciting and glorious future but also  hope of a better life while we are here on earth. Take a few moments to read the  words Psalm 1 and the hope and encouragement it contains for those who put their  faith in God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;If you want to more about Jesus and the eternal life that He offers why  not come along to one of Easter celebrations or pick up a copy of 'Why Jesus?'  or 'Journey into Life' from the bookcase.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Psalm 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 4"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Blessed is the man &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; who does not  walk in the counsel of the wicked &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; or  stand in the way of sinners &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; or sit in  the seat of mockers. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;But his delight is in the law of the LORD,  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and on his law he meditates day and  night. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;He is like a tree planted by streams of water,  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; which yields its fruit in season  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and whose leaf does not wither.  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whatever he does prospers.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Not so the wicked! &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They are like  chaff &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that the wind blows away.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nor sinners in the assembly of the  righteous. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: 2.25pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous,  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but the way of the wicked will  perish.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5519844770348321567?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5519844770348321567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5519844770348321567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5519844770348321567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5519844770348321567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-thought.html' title='Easter Thought'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-7447744068289576300</id><published>2009-03-21T11:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:11:47.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Stand Still</title><content type='html'>The Father has a plan,&lt;br&gt;though it&amp;#39;s hard to see it now.&lt;br&gt;You feel you&amp;#39;re walking all alone,&lt;br&gt;but He is there no doubt.&lt;p&gt;When then storm around you rages&lt;br&gt;and you&amp;#39;re tossed to and fro,&lt;br&gt;when you&amp;#39;re faced with life&amp;#39;s decisions,&lt;br&gt;not sure which way to go:&lt;p&gt;Stand still and let God move.&lt;p&gt;Standing still is hard to do.&lt;p&gt;When you feel you have reached the end,&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;ll make a way for you.&lt;p&gt;Stand still and let God move.&lt;p&gt;When the enemy surrounds you&lt;br&gt; and walls are closing in,&lt;br&gt;when the tide is swiftly rising&lt;br&gt;and you wonder where He&amp;#39;s been.&lt;p&gt; Friend, there never was a moment&lt;br&gt;when His arms weren&amp;#39;t reaching out.&lt;br&gt;You can rest assured and be secure,&lt;br&gt;God is moving right now:&lt;p&gt;Stand still and let God move.&lt;br&gt;Stand still and let God move.&lt;p&gt;written by: David Glenn Marshall, Rebecca Isaacs Bowman and Sonya Isaacs &lt;br&gt;Surrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-7447744068289576300?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/7447744068289576300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=7447744068289576300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7447744068289576300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7447744068289576300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/03/stand-still.html' title='Stand Still'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6688530549600465728</id><published>2009-03-20T11:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:43:39.857Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Worry Fill Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Imagine a dense fog blanketing the village&amp;nbsp;to  a depth of one hundred feet. All that fog condensed, scientists say, fills one  single water tumbler. And there's a picture of worry: in the heat of fear and  anxiety, a half glass of worry expands to cloud everything in our  vision.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Someone has estimated that 40 percent of our worries never occur  . . . 30 percent are already past . . . 12 percent are needless health concerns  . . . 10 percent are petty. Only 8 percent of our worries deserve our attention.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Don't wander in the fog of the 92-percent-needless  worry.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry  about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.&lt;/EM&gt; (Matt.  6:34)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6688530549600465728?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6688530549600465728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6688530549600465728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6688530549600465728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6688530549600465728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-let-worry-fill-your-life.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Worry Fill Your Life'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3007950650202699501</id><published>2009-03-06T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:11:44.713Z</updated><title type='text'>The Frog and the Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a running competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A big crowd gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants. The race began but no one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; "Oh, WAY too difficult!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"They will NEVER make it to the top." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one, except for those who, in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The crowd continued to yell, "It is too difficult!!! No one will make it!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;More tiny frogs got tired and gave up. But one continued higher and higher and higher. He just wouldn't give up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it. A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It turned out that the winner was deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lesson for us: whenever you attempt something worthy in this life there will always be the detractors, shouting loudly that you'll never succeed. At time like this it pays to be deaf towards those detractors and to press on regardless. When you do get there they will quickly change their tune and say, "I knew you could do it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;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/8365621536469513780-3007950650202699501?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3007950650202699501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3007950650202699501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3007950650202699501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3007950650202699501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/03/frog-and-tower.html' title='The Frog and the Tower'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-9072428507053584422</id><published>2009-02-27T20:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:09:14.254Z</updated><title type='text'>THE "I AM RICH!" MENTAL EXERCISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Georgia&gt; &lt;P&gt;Imagine...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;1. Take out all the furniture in your home except for one table and a couple  of chairs. For a bed, use blankets or pads.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;2. Take away all of your clothing except for your oldest dress or suit,  shirt, or blouse. Leave only one pair of shoes.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;3. Empty both the pantry and the refrigerator except for a small bag of  flour, some sugar and salt, a few potatoes, some onions, and a dish of dried  beans.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;4. Dismantle your bathroom, shut off the running water, and remove all the  electrical wiring in your house.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;5. In fact, take away the house itself and move your family into your  storage, garden, or tool shed.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;6. Place your new "house" in a Shantytown, with hundreds of others exactly  like it.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;7. Cancel all subscriptions to newspapers, magazines, and book clubs. This is  no great loss because now you have to imagine that none of you can read,  anyway.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;8. Imagine there is only one radio for your entire Shantytown.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;9. Move the nearest hospital or clinic ten miles away and put a midwife in  charge instead of a doctor.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;10. Throw away your bank books, stock certificates, pension plans, and  insurance policies. Leave the family a cash hoard of ten dollars.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;11. Give the head of the family a few acres to cultivate, on which he can  raise a few hundred dollars of cash crops ... one-third of which will go the  landlord and at least one-tenth to the money lenders.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;12. Take your average life expectancy and lop off twenty-five years. At  least.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Now you are living in the same conditions in which well over one billion  people on the planet live. How rich we are, indeed! Use that wealth responsibly  and with compassion.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;By Economist Robert Heilbroner&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-9072428507053584422?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/9072428507053584422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=9072428507053584422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/9072428507053584422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/9072428507053584422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-rich-mental-exercise.html' title='THE &quot;I AM RICH!&quot; MENTAL EXERCISE'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6878090577261849271</id><published>2009-02-22T10:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:50:44.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-armenian-font-family: Verdana; mso-hebrew-font-family: Verdana; mso-thai-font-family: Verdana; mso-currency-font-family: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may  be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, Be on good terms with all  persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others - Even the  dull and ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons  - they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may  become vain and bitter, For always there will be greater and lesser persons than  yourself.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 14pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-armenian-font-family: Verdana; mso-hebrew-font-family: Verdana; mso-thai-font-family: Verdana; mso-currency-font-family: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your  own career - However humble, it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of  time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of  trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is. Many persons  strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself.  Especially do not feign affection, neither be cynical about love. For in the  face of all aridity and disenchantment, It is as perennial as the grass. Take  kindly the council of the years, Gracefully surrendering the things of youth.  Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune, But do not  distress yourself with imaginings - Many fears are borne of fatigue and  loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with  yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 14pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-armenian-font-family: Verdana; mso-hebrew-font-family: Verdana; mso-thai-font-family: Verdana; mso-currency-font-family: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;You are a child of the universe. No less than the trees and the stars,  you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, No doubt the  universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 14pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-armenian-font-family: Verdana; mso-hebrew-font-family: Verdana; mso-thai-font-family: Verdana; mso-currency-font-family: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be. And  whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, Keep peace  with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a  beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 14pt; mso-pagination: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-GB  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-armenian-font-family: Verdana; mso-hebrew-font-family: Verdana; mso-thai-font-family: Verdana; mso-currency-font-family: Verdana; language: en-GB; mso-ansi-language: en-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Max Ehrmann&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;(1906)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6878090577261849271?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6878090577261849271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6878090577261849271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6878090577261849271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6878090577261849271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/02/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6785868105528475313</id><published>2009-02-19T21:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:20:09.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Whodunit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;Genesis  1:1&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 36pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;In the beginning God created the heavens  and the earth.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;Genesis  1:20-27&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: 2.25pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;I  style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;And God said, "Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds  fly above the earth across the expanse of the sky." So God created the great  creatures of the sea and every living and moving thing with which the water  teems, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind.  And God saw that it was good. God blessed them and said, "Be fruitful and  increase in number and fill the water in the seas, and let the birds increase on  the earth." And there was evening, and there was morningthe fifth day.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: 2.25pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;And God said, "Let the land produce living creatures according to their  kinds: livestock, creatures that move along the ground, and wild animals, each  according to its kind." And it was so. God made the wild animals according to  their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that  move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: 2.25pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;Then  God said, "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over  the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the  earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground." So God created  man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he  created them.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;The word whodunit is actually in the dictionary. It means 'detective  story'. The most important whodunit of all time is the question of  creation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Some people wish the Bible said, "In the beginning God wasn't needed." To  them it's unacceptable to say, "&lt;I&gt;In the beginning God created the heavens and  the earth"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt; or &lt;I&gt;"Let us make man  in our image".&lt;/I&gt; Instead they believe that, after an explosion of energy and  matter, somehow an atmosphere conducive to life was formed. Then, single-celled  organisms morphed into the exceedingly complex life forms that we have today. No  need for God, they say, for it all happened naturally. On an earth and in an  atmosphere not of anyone's making, forces with a blueprint designed by no-one  joined together to place the earth &lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;perfectly&lt;/B&gt; for life to thrive.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;What  we do with &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;"&lt;I&gt;In  the beginning God"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt; is at the  centre of it all. We must either believe His Word  and everything His Word  claims  or we must believe that our meaningless lives resulted from an  accidental, mindless chain reaction. What a stark contrast to &lt;I&gt;"Let us make  man in our image"&lt;/I&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;In the beginning. Was it God? Or was it chance? Our answer to this  whodunit reveals whether or not we worship the awesome God of  creation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;B  style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;Only God could create the cosmos out of  nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6785868105528475313?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6785868105528475313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6785868105528475313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6785868105528475313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6785868105528475313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/02/whodunit.html' title='Whodunit?'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3820719428717716678</id><published>2009-02-13T16:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:38:33.460Z</updated><title type='text'>True Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Dear friends, let us love one another, for love  comes from God.&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;(1 John 4:7)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Valentine's Day is coming up.This love business is  a tricky thing. In western culture, we have it all wrapped up with emotion, as  though love springs from liking someone enough to have warm feelings toward  them. In fact, love is a way of acting toward another, regardless of  feelings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Mr. Alwin was my English teacher in high school and  director of the junior class play in which I had a role requiring me to kiss  Sally Brunzell. Inexperienced at sixteen, I had never kissed a girl before, and  my first attempts in rehearsal were evidently awkward even beyond what's  expected in a high school play. Mr. Alwin called Sally and me into his classroom  after school one afternoon and told us we had to improve. "I want you to  practice here and now," he said, "until you get it right!" He judiciously kept  the door open and remained at his desk while we went to the back of the room to  practice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;"No, no, no!" he said loudly after our first  faltering attempts. "What's the matter with you, Halleen?" (The fault obviously  was mine.) I mumbled something to the effect that I could kiss Sally better if  we loved each other. "Feelings have nothing to do with how to kiss her!" he  roared from across the room. "This is for the stage!" He proceeded to give me  specific direction on the proper techniques of a stage kiss. It was the first  time I had to think about separating feelings of love from actions of love.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;A few years later, while in college and living with  my widowed grandfather, I asked him about something we had read in a student  Bible study about loving God. I confessed that I was having a hard time  mustering up any feelings for God. "Love for God has nothing to do with  feelings," this wise veteran preacher told me. "To love God is to obey God. It's  about what you do, not what you feel."&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Mr. Alwin's classroom and my grandfather's dinner  table were two places where I began to understand love's reality. Feelings come  and go, but actions can be carried out with a degree of consistency. If love  demands that I feel warm and cozy toward an enemy, or even a friend, I'm lost.  But if it requires only that I act in a way that is kind and truthful, whatever  my feelings, there's hope. And that's the love to which God calls us. That's  being a *true* valentine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Sally's and my stage kiss was carried out  successfully. "I knew you could do it," Mr. Alwin said.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;(c)&amp;nbsp;2009 Dr. Michael A. Halleen. Permission is  granted to send this to others, with attribution, but not for commercial  purposes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3820719428717716678?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3820719428717716678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3820719428717716678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3820719428717716678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3820719428717716678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-valentines.html' title='True Valentines'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3855984327479066769</id><published>2009-01-23T11:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:36:00.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Loyalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Where you go I will go, and where you stay I  will stay.&amp;nbsp; Your people will be my people and your God my God.&lt;/EM&gt; (Ruth  1:16) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;These words were spoken some three thousand years  ago by a young widow to her mother-in-law.&amp;nbsp; The two women were facing the  difficult prospect of trying to make lives for themselves in a society in which  women were almost entirely dependent on men.&amp;nbsp; Each had seen her husband  die, neither had sons on whom to depend, and in their world there was no social  network of care on which they could lean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The older woman, Naomi, pleaded with her  daughter-in-law, Ruth, to return to her family of origin where there might be  some support available, but Ruth refused.&amp;nbsp; Her loyalty was to Naomi, and  they would make it together or they would not make it at all.&amp;nbsp; One  commentator has suggested that there is no bolder step of personal commitment  described in all of the Old Testament. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Such loyalty is in short supply among many of  us.&amp;nbsp; We hold on to membership for as long as the organization meets our  needs.&amp;nbsp; We remain loyal to a commitment for as long as it suits our  convenience.&amp;nbsp; We keep our allegiance until something better comes  along.&amp;nbsp; Ruth would have had a difficult time affirming our  priorities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Some years ago I officiated at the funeral of a  Detroit fireman who had died suddenly-not in the line of duty-in his early  forties.&amp;nbsp; At the appointed hour, the door at the back of the room opened,  and a stream of men and women in dress uniform filed in.&amp;nbsp; Silently,  reverently they marched, led by the fire chief himself.&amp;nbsp; They filled row  after row, having come to pay their respects to one of their own.&amp;nbsp; It was  an impressive demonstration of loyalty that Ruth would have understood  thoroughly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;That image came to mind again recently as I stood  among a crowd of friends who had gathered to offer encouragement to a man and  his three very young children whose wife and mother had died of cancer.&amp;nbsp;  Candles lit, we circled their house and sang together, a sign of our desire to  stand with them through difficult days ahead.&amp;nbsp; Firefighters, soldiers,  athletes, union members, participants in self-help groups-they all demonstrate  faithfulness to one another.&amp;nbsp; How much more should family members-and  church members-do the same!&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Loyalty is not a matter of convenience, but of  commitment.&amp;nbsp; Your people will be my people . . . .&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;By Dr. Michael A.  Halleen&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3855984327479066769?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3855984327479066769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3855984327479066769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3855984327479066769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3855984327479066769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/01/loyalty.html' title='Loyalty'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3670013608066859718</id><published>2009-01-23T11:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:31:08.507Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Sometimes I get told off for not being serious  enough and perhaps I am a bit too flippant and light-hearted&amp;nbsp;at times. When  I look around at the world in general though it seems that too many of us take  ourselves far too seriously. God has given each of us a sense of humour and I do  feel that, at times, we need to rediscover it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;This month's something to think about is  excerpts&amp;nbsp;from "It's&amp;nbsp;Time&amp;nbsp;to Party"&amp;nbsp;by Mike  Yaconelli.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;It doesn't take much to make most of us realize  that we have become too serious, too tense, too stressful. The result is that we  have forgotten how to live life. It seems like the older we get, the more  difficult it is for us to enjoy living.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;It reminds me of a description of life given by  Rabbi Edward Cohn: "Life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time, all your  weekends, and what do you get in the end of it?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I think that  the life cycle is all backward. You should die first, get it out of the way.  Then you live twenty years in an old-age home. You get kicked out when you're  too young. You get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until  you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You go to college; you party until  you're ready for high school; you go to grade school; you become a little kid;  you play. You have no responsibilities. You become a little baby; you go back  into the womb; you spend your last months floating; and you finish up as a gleam  in somebody's eye.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;It's hard to imagine we were a gleam in  someone's eye once. What happened to the gleam in our eye? What happened to that  joyful, crazy, spontaneous, fun-loving spirit we once had? The childlikeness in  all of us gets snuffed out over the years.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;The sign that Jesus is in our hearts, the  evidence of the truth of the good news is that&amp;nbsp;we still have a light on in  our souls. We still have a gleam in our eye. We are alive, never boring, always  playful, exhibiting in our everydayness the "spunk" of the spirit. The light in  our souls is not some pietistic somberness, it is the spontaneous, unpredictable  love of life. I believe it's time for the party to  begin.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;(c)&amp;nbsp;1989 Mike Yaconelli. Reproduced by  permission.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Let's not lose our love of life or our sense of  fun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Paul.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3670013608066859718?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3670013608066859718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3670013608066859718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3670013608066859718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3670013608066859718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-time-to-party.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Party'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-4564028223624621854</id><published>2009-01-09T10:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:11:48.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Focus on the Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;It happened again. Out running, my foot landed  squarely on something ...&amp;nbsp;a rock? Whatever it was, it rolled my foot right  off, twisted my ankle, and sent me sprawling. Now I'm sporting an  oh-so-fashionable walking cast and have a few weeks to rest the&amp;nbsp; foot  before I can take off running again. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Having a "poor me" moment, I  started thinking, "Well, how am I supposed to run? I guess I'll have to focus on  the ground around me to keep this from happening again ..." That would slow me  down considerably, and cause me to hate running as I would spend each run  scanning the road at my feet for obstacles or jeopardy instead of enjoying the  scenery and running toward my goal. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Well, what do successful runners do?  Successful runners run smart by not running on obviously treacherous landscape,  but run with gusto enjoying the scenery, scanning the road for obvious pitfalls  and dangers but keeping an eye on the goal, knowing that injury is an acceptable  risk: it just might happen and you deal with it when it does. You can't run a  successful race worrying about and focusing on obstacles and injuries; you run a  successful race by knowing your goal and running toward it. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What if this  race I run in life were the same way? What if I spent most of my time enjoying  the scenery and focusing on my goal of heaven instead of trying to tiptoe my way  around obstacles and worrying about what I will do if I get hurt? I tend to  hyper-focus on people that may (or have) hurt me, situations and arguments that  hold me back or frustrate me, and obstacles and stumbling blocks that only serve  to keep my eyes off my goal. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the same way that the road I run on is  my reality, and perils along the way will likely be a problem at some point,  this world that I live in is my reality, no matter how perfect my goal  destination is. Focusing on my goal of heaven won't keep this world &lt;BR&gt;from  affecting me, twisting my ankle and scraping my knees on occasion. But I can't  let the fear of that injury keep me from &lt;BR&gt;running this race with all I've  got, loving and living big and loud, spilling God's love and sharing my goal of  heaven along the path. I must run smart, and avoid obvious pitfalls, but I have  to accept getting hurt as acceptable risk: it will happen at some point and God  will continue to be faithful, providing His people and His comfort in my time of  recuperation. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So I'm ready. Ready to get back to road running as well as  running through life with my eyes on my goal, not on the pettiness and mess  around me. If you see me sprawled along the way, I may need help to my feet, I  may need a ride home, and I may need some encouragement and comfort while I  recuperate. But I'll invite you to run alongside me, running this race with  perseverance, fixing our eyes on Jesus, striding together toward the goal.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;Hebrews  12:1-2&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of  witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily  entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us  fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our  faith&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;by Sarah Stirman&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-4564028223624621854?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/4564028223624621854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=4564028223624621854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4564028223624621854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4564028223624621854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/01/focus-on-goal.html' title='Focus on the Goal'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-278301158281439636</id><published>2009-01-06T15:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:58:09.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>Here we are in the season of exercise, trying to burn off the Christmas &lt;br&gt;calories. You could always try volunteering at one of youth clubs! Anyway &lt;br&gt;here are 15 exercises that we&amp;#39;d be better off without in 2009.&lt;p&gt;Jumping on the bandwagon&lt;br&gt;Wading through paperwork&lt;br&gt;Running around in circles&lt;br&gt;Pushing your luck&lt;br&gt;Spinning your wheels&lt;br&gt;Adding fuel to the fire&lt;br&gt;Beating your head against the wall&lt;br&gt;Climbing the walls&lt;br&gt;Beating your own drum&lt;br&gt;Dragging your heels&lt;br&gt;Jumping to conclusions&lt;br&gt;Grasping at straws&lt;br&gt;Fishing for compliments&lt;br&gt;Throwing your weight around&lt;br&gt;Passing the buck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-278301158281439636?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/278301158281439636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=278301158281439636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/278301158281439636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/278301158281439636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/01/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-1186621903842537755</id><published>2009-01-02T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:07:00.349Z</updated><title type='text'>You've got to work for it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#0000ff size=2&gt;Proverbs 10:4&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lazy hands make a man poor,  but diligent hands bring wealth.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;When questioned about his incredible success, Bill  Gates, founder of Microsoft, offered these 10 insights for any young  people&amp;nbsp;starting out. They are worth considering:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;OL&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Life isn't fair - get used to it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The world doesn't care about your self-esteem; it    expects you to accomplish something before feeling good about    yourself.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;You won't make £60k a year right out of school, or    be a vice president. You have to earn it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Do you think that your teacher is tough? Wait till    you have a boss!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Flipping burgers isn't beneath you, your    grandparents called it opportunity.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Your parents weren't always boring; it came from    feeding you, cleaning your clothes and paying your bills. So before you rush    out to save the rain forest from the 'parasites' of your parents generation,    try delousing your own wardrobe.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Some schools may have abolished winners and    losers, but life hasn't. They may have eradicated 'failing grades' and given    you as long as you want to get the right answer. This bears no resemblance to    reality.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Life isn't divided into school terms. You don't    get summers off. Employers aren't interested in helping you 'find yourself';    you do that on your own time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Unlike television, real people have to leave the    coffee shop and go to work.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;   &lt;LI&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Be nice to nerds - chances are you'll end up    working for one someday!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/OL&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;There are no shortcuts in life; you've got to work  for it!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-1186621903842537755?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/1186621903842537755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=1186621903842537755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1186621903842537755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1186621903842537755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2009/01/youve-got-to-work-for-it.html' title='You&apos;ve got to work for it!'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-1600565790348862465</id><published>2008-12-27T11:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:56:29.396Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas thought'/><title type='text'>The Day After Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;'Twas the day after Christmas, I'm tired and sore;&lt;br /&gt;My living room looks like it's been through a war.&lt;br /&gt;With paper and presents strewn all about,&lt;br /&gt;It will take us six weeks to clean this, no doubt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The children had run all amok from their bed,&lt;br /&gt;And now there's a pounding deep inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;The screaming, the tearing, the squealing of joy&lt;br /&gt;As each gift revealed a shiny new toy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd wanted to get Mom a gift that would melt her;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want is some warm Alka Seltzer.&lt;br /&gt;The noise of the kids with their gifts clang away;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we'll see the cat until May.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The post-Christmas blues have already set in;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I bought I've started regrettin'.&lt;br /&gt;Several I got may make my life easy,&lt;br /&gt;But my spirit is woozy, perhaps even queazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We mustn't forget the Babe in the manger,&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all this stuff, his tale's in danger!&lt;br /&gt;And how he will grow from baby to Lord,&lt;br /&gt;But the kids are already chanting, "I'm bored!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the lesson, this day after Christmas, I learn;&lt;br /&gt;Is the stuff that we buy has no power to turn&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts to the path that is narrow and true;&lt;br /&gt;That must come from His love, and the faith that's in you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[written by Mark Raymond; © 2004]&lt;/i&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/8365621536469513780-1600565790348862465?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/1600565790348862465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=1600565790348862465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1600565790348862465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1600565790348862465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-after-christmas.html' title='The Day After Christmas'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-4631911234087277499</id><published>2008-12-27T10:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:56:12.518Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas thought'/><title type='text'>The Wise Men of Christmas</title><content type='html'>We're approaching Epiphany, the date when we remember the visit of the wise men to Jesus. For us the celebration is 12 days after Jesus birth on 6th January, in reality the visit may have been up to two years after Jesus was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts of the wise men to Jesus were no accident. They were planned with devotion and a depth of understanding that takes your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise men were deeply religious and had known that the Lord was sending a saviour to the world. They also knew the prophecies that he would come as a human baby in the land of Israel so when they saw the miraculous star, they knew his time had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they saw the babe they worshipped him and offered gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold is used extensively in the Ark of the Covenant. This is the Ark that contained the ten commandments. It was overlaid with gold, both inside and out and the two angels above the mercy seat were made of pure gold. So gold represents God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankincense was used in worship as a sweet perfume. When the Lord directed the offerings used in worship of him, he specifically said that frankincense was to be used only for God and never for man. It specifically represented the offering of Jesus' life and only Jesus' life was acceptable to God to redeem us from eternal death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the gifts of gold and frankincense offered by the Kings to baby Jesus declared their belief that Jesus was God and his life alone was an offering to the Lord for mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myrrh has another dimension; it represents the sorrow of sin and enslavement to sin. So when the wise men offered myrrh to Jesus, they showed that Jesus offered himself as a sin offering to God and that the life of Jesus was an offering for a world of sin. Jesus took the sins of the whole world and offered them to God in himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder, do we see in Jesus what the Wise men saw? Do we bow in worship and offer gold, frankincense and myrrh in the spirit of the wise men?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-4631911234087277499?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/4631911234087277499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=4631911234087277499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4631911234087277499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4631911234087277499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/12/wise-men-of-christmas.html' title='The Wise Men of Christmas'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-1139658512095309552</id><published>2008-12-26T10:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:55:50.670Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas thought'/><title type='text'>A Christmas Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?&lt;br /&gt;It came without ribbons. It came without tags.&lt;br /&gt;It came without packages, boxes, or bags.&lt;br /&gt;And he puzzled and puzzled 'til his puzzler was sore.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.&lt;br /&gt;What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store?&lt;br /&gt;What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theodore Giesel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-1139658512095309552?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/1139658512095309552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=1139658512095309552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1139658512095309552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1139658512095309552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-thought.html' title='A Christmas Thought'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-4549443513183208902</id><published>2008-12-19T11:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:29:35.512Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas thought'/><title type='text'>Post-Christmas Emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take a minute to read W. H. Auden's poem Christmas Oratio that I posted earlier (Auden also wrote Thomas the Tank Engine).&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The poem describes the emptiness that is left after Christmas. I'm sure that we can all share something of the sentiment of the poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another Christmas is over. Quite often after Christmas we begin to think "what was that all about?"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's all been a bit of an anti-climax. This can be the case for all of us - especially those of us who are Christians. Christmas is one of the busiest times of year - the build up starts in November, then it's all over in a 2-week flurry of activity. And afterwards what then? Sometimes it all feels like it's gone a bit flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas is described in John's gospel "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us" (John 1:14) and in Matthew's "&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;You shall call his name, Emmanuel-which means God with us" &lt;/i&gt;(Matthew 1:23). That's what happened and is still happening. God with us - now in our joys of having recently been with family and friends, God with us - even when we attempted "quite unsuccessfully-to love all our relatives." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emmanuel-God with us: in the best of times and the worst of times and the mixture of times in between. Even in the post-Christmas emptiness that we so often feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luke says of Jesus in his Christmas narrative "He will be a joy and delight to you, and many will rejoice because of his birth," (Luke 1:14). Yet here we are far from rejoicing, Jesus can seem to be a million miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus came to earth to be one of us. He was fully human. He experienced the full gamut of human emotions; he knows what it's like to be a man on this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"And the Word became flesh and lived among us". The literal translation from the Greek in John's Gospel is, The Word became flesh and pitched his tent among us. When you pitch your tent among people you can move around to any place, into any time--there among us any where, any when.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Emmanuel - God with us: Not in some remote or fixed place in time, but with us, pitching his tent among us as we make our way through the unfolding of our lives. God knows us first hand. All of our experiences are common to God. He knows how we feel has come to fill the emptiness and to give us life in all its fullness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:'Arial','sans-serif';" &gt;If you are feeling flat after Christmas maybe it's time you began to have a relationship with Jesus. Then you will begin to live life to the full and can be filled with joy instead of the emptiness that Christmas leaves.&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/8365621536469513780-4549443513183208902?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/4549443513183208902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=4549443513183208902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4549443513183208902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4549443513183208902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-christmas-emptiness.html' title='Post-Christmas Emptiness'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5333293875605278082</id><published>2008-12-19T11:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:24:46.929Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas thought'/><title type='text'>Christmas Oratio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, so that is that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now we must dismantle the tree,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Putting the decorations back into their cardboard boxes --&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some have got broken -- and carrying them up to the attic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The holly and the mistletoe must be taken down and burnt,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the children got ready for school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left-overs to do, warmed-up, for the rest of the week --&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that we have much appetite, having drunk such a lot,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stayed up so late, attempted -- quite unsuccessfully --&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To love all of our relatives, and in general&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grossly overestimated our powers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As in previous years we have seen the actual Vision and failed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To do more than entertain it as an agreeable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Possibility, once again we have sent Him away,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Begging though to remain His disobedient servant,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The promising child who cannot keep His word for long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Christmas Feast is already a fading memory,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And already the mind begins to be vaguely aware&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of an unpleasant whiff of apprehension at the thought&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of Lent and Good Friday which cannot, after all, now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be very far off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But, for the time being, here we all are,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back in the moderate Aristotelian city&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of darning and the Eight-Fifteen, where Euclid's geometry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Newton's mechanics would account for our experience,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the kitchen table exists because I scrub it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems to have shrunk during the holidays.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The streets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are much narrower than we remembered; we had forgotten&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The office was as depressing as this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To those who have seen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Child, however dimly, however incredulously,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Time Being is, in a sense, the most trying time of all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the innocent children who whispered so excitedly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Outside the locked door where they knew the presents to be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grew up when it opened.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, recollecting that moment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We can repress the joy, but the guilt remains conscious;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remembering the stable where for once in our lives&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything became a You and nothing was an It.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And craving the sensation but ignoring the cause,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We look round for something, no matter what, to inhibit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our self-reflection, and the obvious thing for that purpose&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would be some great suffering.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, once we have met the Son,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are tempted ever after to pray to the Father;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Lead us into temptation and evil for our sake."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They will come, all right, don't worry; probably in a form&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That we do not expect, and certainly with a force&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More dreadful than we can imagine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the meantime&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are bills to be paid, machines to keep in repair,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Irregular verbs to learn, the Time Being to redeem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From insignificance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The happy morning is over,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The night of agony still to come; the time is noon:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the Spirit must practice his scales of rejoicing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without even a hostile audience, and the Soul endure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A silence that is neither for nor against her faith&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That God's Will will be done, That, in spite of her prayers,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God will cheat no one, not even the world of its triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none; text-underline: nonefont-family:arial;color:windowtext;"  &gt;W. H. Auden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5333293875605278082?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5333293875605278082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5333293875605278082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5333293875605278082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5333293875605278082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-oratio.html' title='Christmas Oratio'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-1968037845075038403</id><published>2008-12-19T10:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:25:30.846Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas thought'/><title type='text'>Christmas Thoughts - A Silent and Holy Night</title><content type='html'>By Dan Bode &lt;p&gt;It was indeed a Silent and Holy night. &lt;p&gt;There was little left to do but watch. The animals had long since fallen asleep. The small town activities had for the most part ceased, and those who still escaped the realm of dreams were oblivious to the occasion to which they were not witness. Most were merely puzzled by the Star never seen before even though it seemed to hover right over this little town of Bethlehem, a town whose very existence was based on the industry of providing sacrificial lambs for the temple in Jerusalem. &lt;p&gt;The only sounds were the moans of a young, soon-to-be mother in the final hours of a labor that had begun in the Garden so long ago. The will of her body was overcome by the need of the moment as contraction after contraction contorted her features with pain. But she had known this was out of her control from the moment she became aware of His presence. &lt;p&gt;The only other person aware of the import of this moment is the man at her side. The one on whose shoulders fall the responsibility of helping to bring into this world He who will be the Flesh of God. &lt;p&gt;All the questions that race through their minds are pushed aside as the symphony of the birthing process reaches its crescendo, and suddenly the Life of Man is Present in this world. &lt;p&gt;I find myself envious of their perspective. They were there at the beginning, and all they knew of the child at that moment was the name of His Father and His role as Savior of the world. They could take joy in the grasping hands and the baby's laughter. &lt;p&gt;I, on the other hand, have the historical perspective as well. &lt;p&gt;I can look back at His birth, and look back at His death as well. &lt;p&gt;And there lies the difference.. &lt;p&gt;I cannot see the newborn babe without the grown man on the cross. &lt;p&gt;I cannot see the grasping hands without the nails piercing His flesh. &lt;p&gt;I cannot see the smooth brow without the thorns. &lt;p&gt;What I can see is the mercy of our maker. &lt;p&gt;Some would say we deserve only His pity for what we've done with what He's given us, but pity is merely mercy without action, and God can never be described as complacent. &lt;p&gt;He has always been active in His love for us, even undeserving as we are. And because of all this I will always see the whole life of Christ as the Great Substitution. Completely undeserved. &lt;p&gt;Undeserved by Christ for suffering penalties not meant for Him. &lt;p&gt;Undeserved by me for being unable to make the necessary sacrifice. &lt;p&gt;It took so long for me to discover that I truly needed a Savior. &lt;p&gt;And so I sit as the world goes by around me; almost everyone once again oblivious to the occasion to which they are not witness. &lt;p&gt;So, into this Silent and Holy Night I have these three things to say: &lt;p&gt;God have mercy. &lt;p&gt;Joy to the world when you recognize your Lord. &lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus! &lt;p&gt;© 2002 Dan Bode ( &lt;a href="http://www.thoughts-of-dan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thoughts-of-dan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ). Permission is granted to send this to others, but not for commercial purposes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-1968037845075038403?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/1968037845075038403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=1968037845075038403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1968037845075038403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/1968037845075038403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-thoughts-silent-and-holy.html' title='Christmas Thoughts - A Silent and Holy Night'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-6600079951436840336</id><published>2008-12-03T09:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:25:45.200Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas thought'/><title type='text'>Will you lend a hand this Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well Advent is now upon us and, like me, I expect that most of you are happily munching through your Advent calendar chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Christmas season will be very difficult for many people, particularly those who have had a difficult year and find themselves under a cloud; among them folk who find themselves lonely, bereaved, depressed and sick. In these situations it's very difficult to celebrate the birth of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poet Ann Weems has written this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Some of us walk into Advent tethered to our unresolved yesterdays,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    the pain still stabbing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    the hurt still throbbing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    It's not that we don't know better;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    it's just that we can't stand up anymore by ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    On the way to Bethlehem will you give us a hand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christians are called to help people when they find themselves in these situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We can help in practical ways, we can listen and we can pray for God's help. Only God can heal the deep wounds of the heart but we can lend a hand. Will you lend a hand this Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps you find yourself in need of a hand - please &lt;a href="mailto:p.taylor@shipdhamchurch.org.uk"&gt;contact me&lt;/a&gt; and I will do all I can to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-6600079951436840336?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/6600079951436840336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=6600079951436840336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6600079951436840336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/6600079951436840336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-you-lend-hand-this-christmas.html' title='Will you lend a hand this Christmas?'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-494444279763175558</id><published>2008-11-28T10:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:28:00.458Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought for the day'/><title type='text'>A quote for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The purpose of Christianity is not to avoid difficulty, but to produce a character adequate to meet it when it comes. It does not make life easy; rather it tries to make us great enough for life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote-author"&gt;(James L. Christensen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-494444279763175558?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/494444279763175558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=494444279763175558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/494444279763175558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/494444279763175558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-for-today.html' title='A quote for today'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-3001549987005408191</id><published>2008-11-28T07:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:27:35.357Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought for the day'/><title type='text'>A short thought for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and left untried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:78%;"&gt;(G.K. Chesterton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-3001549987005408191?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/3001549987005408191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=3001549987005408191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3001549987005408191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/3001549987005408191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-thought-for-today_27.html' title='A short thought for today'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-913197339302402147</id><published>2008-11-21T21:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:27:08.274Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought for the day'/><title type='text'>Ten Reasons Why I Never Wash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's your reason for not going to church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before you answer read &lt;em&gt;'Ten Reasons Why I Never Wash'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I was forced to wash as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. People who wash are all hypocrites: they think that they are cleaner than everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. There are so many different kinds of soap; I just can't decide which one is best for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I used to wash, but I got bored and stopped doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I only wash on special occasions like Christmas, Easter, weddings and funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. None of my friends wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I'll start to wash when I get older and dirtier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. I don't have time to wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. The bathroom is never warm enough in winter, or cool enough in summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. The people who make soap are only after your money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sure that you'll admit these are silly reasons not to wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read the list again replacing the word 'wash' with 'go to church' and the words 'soap' and 'bathroom' with 'church'. This is ten of the most common reasons why people say that they don't go to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not saying that these are silly reasons not to go to church. In church you'll find a loving family to belong to, a faith to live by and a focus for your life. Most people find that church is a lot different than they expect and that it does have a positive impact on their life rather than the negative impact that society portrays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The New Year is an ideal opportunity to make some positive changes in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why not make it your New Year resolution to go to church and find out for yourself? See you on Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;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/8365621536469513780-913197339302402147?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/913197339302402147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=913197339302402147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/913197339302402147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/913197339302402147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/11/ten-reasons-why-i-never-wash.html' title='Ten Reasons Why I Never Wash!'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-7250535253377363469</id><published>2008-11-20T19:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:26:43.360Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas thought'/><title type='text'>Christmas Excess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas, the season of excess (going over the top)…&lt;br /&gt;- we party to excess&lt;br /&gt;- we drink to excess&lt;br /&gt;- we eat to excess&lt;br /&gt;- we buy presents to excess&lt;br /&gt;- in some cases we decorate our houses to excess&lt;br /&gt;and in order to do all this we nearly all spend to excess and then have to borrow to excess to pay for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This only leads to STRESS IN EXCESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And after all of the excess what then?&lt;br /&gt;We have to pay for it…&lt;br /&gt;- we put on weight, so we go on a diet or join the gym&lt;br /&gt;- we make New Year resolutions to do better&lt;br /&gt;- we struggle to repay loans and credit cards&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we even make ourselves ill with the stress of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The excess of Christmas is always short-lived and afterwards comes the pain when we suffer for our indulgences. That is not what Christmas is about, it is about abundance or fullness not excess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At Christmas we remember that God came to earth in the form of Jesus. In the Bible we read that Jesus said, "I have come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly." One translation says 'life to the full'. Jesus came so that we could get the most out of life, so that we could have an abundant life, not one of excesses. Living a life of excess does not bring happiness but a life of abundance (or fullness) does - we all want the most out of life and living to excess does not bring it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This Christmas let's put aside some of the excesses and search out the abundant life that Jesus promises.&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/8365621536469513780-7250535253377363469?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/7250535253377363469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=7250535253377363469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7250535253377363469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7250535253377363469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-excess.html' title='Christmas Excess'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5337100421537576856</id><published>2008-11-14T11:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:30:22.813Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Would you like to know the truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Would you like to know the truth?" So goes the title of a leaflet being delivered around the village by the Jehovah's Witnesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like many of tracts that they produce there is an element of Christianity in what they say in this leaflet - they even quote from the Bible (or their particular version of it). It's only when you take things forward and begin to get involved that the real truth of their beliefs comes out. This is why they are regarded by many as a sect and to be avoided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you'd really like to know the truth then I'd recommend that you make contact with an evangelical church near you. Whilst not everyone believes exactly the same thing there are some fundamental truths that do not change. These form the basis of what Christianity is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here in Shipdham we have a Christianity Explored course beginning early in the New Year where you can find out what Christians really believe without making any commitment. You don't have to do anything other than enjoy the refreshments and watch the DVD and you can ask any question that you'd like - while we may no know the answer we will be able to explore the issue. Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:p.taylor@shipdhamchurch.org.uk"&gt;contact me&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5337100421537576856?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5337100421537576856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5337100421537576856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5337100421537576856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5337100421537576856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/11/would-you-like-to-know-truth.html' title='Would you like to know the truth?'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5934989529763790073</id><published>2008-11-14T09:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:26:23.820Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought for the day'/><title type='text'>Things God Won't Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won't ask what kind of car you drove, He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won't ask the size of your house, He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won't ask about the clothes you had in your wardrobe, He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won't ask what your highest salary was, He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won't ask what your job title was, He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of our ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won't ask how many friends you had, He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God won't ask about the color of your skin, He'll ask about the content of your character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Originally from  MIKEY'S FUNNIES &lt;a href="http://www.mikeysfunnies.com/"&gt;www.mikeysFunnies.com&lt;/a&gt;. Anglicised&lt;br /&gt;&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/8365621536469513780-5934989529763790073?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5934989529763790073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5934989529763790073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5934989529763790073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5934989529763790073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-god-wont-ask.html' title='Things God Won&apos;t Ask'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-7718670927467952686</id><published>2008-11-13T11:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:26:07.247Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought for the day'/><title type='text'>A short thought for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Slow Dance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight&lt;br /&gt;or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short. The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day on the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask "How are you? " do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done so you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short. The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow"?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste, not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time to call and say, "Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short. The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is like an unopened gift thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race. Do take it slower.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music before the song is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-7718670927467952686?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/7718670927467952686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=7718670927467952686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7718670927467952686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/7718670927467952686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-thought-for-today.html' title='A short thought for today'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-4992360119988550858</id><published>2008-10-22T21:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:00:42.713+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought for the day'/><title type='text'>Let's get on board with God's plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0070c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:black;"  &gt;The world today is in turmoil; we are in the midst of a global economic crisis. In this country our economy, largely built on debt, is falling apart. Several banks have had to be saved from failing. There is talk of recession and of job losses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:#0070c0;" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:#0070c0;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:black;"  &gt;Now most of us probably don't fully understand what is going on but we do see the effects of this in the prices we pay, the value of our homes if we own them, our job security and in the general morale of the country. For some it's going to be a gloomy Christmas. And that's certainly not what they were planning just a few short weeks ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:#0070c0;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:#0070c0;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:black;"  &gt;Amid all this uncertainty stands the Word of God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:#0070c0;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:#0070c0;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:#002060;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future" (Jeremiah 29:11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:#002060;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:#0070c0;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God's plans for you and I include:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-: EN-GBcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman';font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:black;" &gt;Hope in a world that just lately seems to have lost all hope&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-: EN-GBcolor:navy;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman';font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:black;" &gt;a future – but not just any old future - a glorious, victorious future - a future full of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-add-space: auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't it something exciting to know that God has got plans for you (and me), that the creator of the universe has big, exciting plans that include you? In all this chaos God is still in control and still has plans for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:black;"  &gt;There's another promise in God's word too that we should consider:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:#002060;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBcolor:#002060;" &gt;﻿﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:#002060;" &gt; who have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:#002060;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all make plans, both short-term and long-term. Those of us who love and serve God know that He is working for our best interests and that alone should guide us as we make our plans. We can make our best plans and try to carry them out in our own strength. Or we can make careful plans and ask God to bless them. Yet the best way is to begin with God; to ask His plans, and to offer ourselves to Him to carry out His purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:arial;color:black;"  &gt;Let's get on board with God's plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-: EN-GB;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-4992360119988550858?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/4992360119988550858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=4992360119988550858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4992360119988550858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/4992360119988550858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-get-on-board-with-gods-plans.html' title='Let&apos;s get on board with God&apos;s plans'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5131649074240829671</id><published>2008-10-22T15:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:59:52.589+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought for the day'/><title type='text'>A quick thought for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;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/8365621536469513780-5131649074240829671?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5131649074240829671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5131649074240829671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5131649074240829671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5131649074240829671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-thought-for-today.html' title='A quick thought for today'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8365621536469513780.post-5961422244687081753</id><published>2008-10-22T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:59:25.113+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally succumbed and set up a blog for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shipdhamchuch.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shipdham Community Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and myself. Hopefull you'll get a flavour of the church and my heart for Shipdham from the posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:p.taylor@shipdhamchurch.org.uk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;contact me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to ask anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8365621536469513780-5961422244687081753?l=shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/feeds/5961422244687081753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8365621536469513780&amp;postID=5961422244687081753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5961422244687081753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8365621536469513780/posts/default/5961422244687081753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shipdhamchurch.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Pastor Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05050249155039198543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6T2_tNchjw/SP7z0kLm_oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lK6VQI1b-k/S220/004+Pastor+Paul.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
