<?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-8736246713588022111</id><updated>2011-09-09T09:39:55.766-05:00</updated><category term='Wrong Prayers'/><title type='text'>Jesus: Here and Now</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-2785801504929708993</id><published>2011-07-04T18:20:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:56:38.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are missionaries "human", or How can I bless God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For several years&amp;nbsp;while I was in Bible College,&amp;nbsp;I had hoped to be a part of Wycliffe Bible Translators&amp;nbsp;when I graduated. Wycliffe's&amp;nbsp;goal is to provide scriptures to every tribe and tongue on the earth. Many such peoples have no written languages, so the translator's first task is to learn the language and then put that language into writing. One time I saw a demonstration in chapel of the process of reducing a language to writing. Also, in the college corridor I came face-to-face with Dayuma (See Amazon.com), the first Auca indian in Ecuador to be saved though the efforts of 5 men, their wives, and Rachel Saint, sister to one of the men.&amp;nbsp;In 1956 those 5 men were martyred by the same Indians whom they had been trying to reach with the gospel.These men and women were involved in the translation process for these indians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;During my junior year&amp;nbsp;God made it clear to me&amp;nbsp;that Wycliffe and Bible translation was not where He was directing me. However about a year ago I started receiving literature from Wycliffe and requests for support. I wrote to them about how I had been interested in becoming a translator when I was in college, but that God had redirected me.&amp;nbsp;They began emailing me a weekly list of prayer requests and praise reports. I committed myself to praying for these requests for the missionaries, their families, and the many Wycliffe projects. I don't find it easy (never have!) to pray for requests on a list without knowing the people. Many times I have to force myself. &amp;nbsp;After I "get going", however, my heart softens, and prayer flows more freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Today I was touched as to how "human" each missionary is&lt;/u&gt;. There were requests for one who just learned that she has cancer, and another whose newborn died after living only two days. Others live and work in dangerous countries where there is hostility to their presence and their work. Then I was amazed by how many support personnel it takes to keep all of this going--housing, managing, business, computers, pilots, etc.--and how many people have been willing to give of their time and finances as&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;volunteer &lt;/i&gt;support personnel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I am impressed. Impressed with God's people who are so willing to lay down their lives for Him in order to bring the Word of God to even small groups of people in backward and dangerous places. I am impressed by their "secret" lives in which they experience fatigue, illness, fear, stress, joy, sorrow, environmental irritations, family--and life.&amp;nbsp;I am impressed by their patience and persistence. By their focus on the King and on the King's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I remember once going into a Christian bookstore just to browse--or "graze", as a friend described it. As I went down the rows of books, I stopped briefly at the section which contained biographies including missionary biographies. The Holy Spirit spoke to my heart: "These folks are a blessing to Me!" He said. My spirit was very touched by His comment. Why do I think He put it that way? Because I believe that He was expressing that these folks were those whose hearts beat with His heart; who shared His vision for the Kingdom of God. I am reminded, however, that we don't have to be missionaries or Christian leaders in order to lay down our lives and bless God. Just be sold-out Christians who obey, "follow the Lamb wherever He goes" and place God and His Kingdom first!! (Revelation 14:4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-2785801504929708993?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2785801504929708993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-i-was-in-bible-college-i-hoped-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/2785801504929708993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/2785801504929708993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-i-was-in-bible-college-i-hoped-for.html' title='Are missionaries &quot;human&quot;, or How can I bless God?'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-7887579316388622974</id><published>2011-06-05T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:21:33.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Hornets!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t think that Robin ever exclaimed, “Holy Hornets, Batman!” although it sounds like something he would say. However, the Bible does talk about such critters. Here is what God says to the Israelites as He instructs them concerning their entrance into the land of Canaan which they were to conquer: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I will send My fear before you, I will cause confusion among all the people to whom you come, and will make all your enemies turn their backs to you. And &lt;u&gt;I will send hornets before you, which shall drive out the Hivite, the Canaanite, and the Hittite from before you.&lt;/u&gt; I will not drive them out from before you in one year, lest the land become desolate and the beasts of the field become too numerous for you. Little by little I will drive them out from before you until you have increased, and you inherit the land. Exodus 23:27-29.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Up to this point the Hebrew people had only been delivered OUT of Egypt, now they were to be brought IN to the land which God had promised them. (Deuteronomy 6:23) From this point on they battled on the basis of their inheritance; they owned the Land. There was, however, &amp;nbsp;a 3-step process to taking it: (1) Inherit (2) Possess (3) Inhabit. God gave them the above promises (see whole passage). Part of that help included His sending His “Holy Hornets” before them to drive out the inhabitants, rout them out of hiding, and chase them down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is more than a good story, or history. The taking of the Land is scriptural “type” for the believer today. The Land is a picture of our life in Christ, or of Christ Himself in the believer. He/it belongs to us by the covenant and promises of God. We stand in authority because He is our inheritance and we are His. Our job is not to “try” to own the land; our job is kick out the “inhabitants” of our Land and “possess” it. Yes, there is a battle, and the Hebrews had learned to be warriors. But, the battle was not to become owners of the land, rather to be possessors and inhabitors. God will do His part, whether our “hornets” are demons or habits, He will drive them out as we fight the battle of faith!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-7887579316388622974?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7887579316388622974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/holy-hornets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/7887579316388622974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/7887579316388622974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/holy-hornets.html' title='Holy Hornets!!'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-7331049049880110992</id><published>2011-04-19T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:47:30.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you ever have to work on Easter Sunday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“You are scheduled to work on Easter Sunday!” my manager informed me. I was crushed by this news. As a nurse in a hospital I had been required to work many, many weekends. But, this was different; it was Easter Sunday! It meant I could not be with my husband and children nor with my church family either. I tried to get someone else to trade days with me, but no one was willing. I didn’t blame them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With a heavy heart I went to work that Sunday morning. The day supervisor told me that I had been “floated” from my regular unit to the ICU. I didn’t mind going to our small ICU. The work load would actually be lighter since I would be assigned only one or two of the easiest patients in the unit because I was not a certified ICU nurse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The shift change took place in the ICU nurses’ lounge. Report was given and then someone remarked about it being Easter and how sad she was that she couldn’t be with her family. I made a similar remark. Then the nurse in charge said, “Well, I guess Mary can give us our Easter message today since we can’t be in church!” I was in shock, but agreed to do so at lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amazed—but thankful--I checked with the Lord as I went about my morning nursing care. “What would you have me say to these women?” I asked the Lord. An idea came into my head: since all the nurses in the ICU that day were women, I thought I would recount to them how it came about that&amp;nbsp;a woman became the very first evangelist: Mary Magdalene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few of the nurses gathered in the lounge at lunchtime. (Obviously all could not be present as some had to watch the patients!) Before I said anything, one of the nurses asked, “Well, Mary, we’re waiting. What message do you have for us today?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With simplicity—and brevity—I recounted the meaning of Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection. Then I told them how Jesus appeared first to Mary after which He commissioned her to take the good news to the apostles! I well remember one gal’s countenance totally changing as the truth broke in on her. Her face literally became brighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really can’t remember details from any other Easter Sunday in my life. Only this one. Easter came alive for me as this Mary joined that other Mary on Easter Sunday in sharing the Good News with and encouraging fellow women in the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S.—I have to work this Easter, also. Hmmmm……Join me in prayer for one of my patients that I have begun talking to about the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-7331049049880110992?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7331049049880110992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/did-you-ever-have-to-work-on-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/7331049049880110992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/7331049049880110992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/did-you-ever-have-to-work-on-easter.html' title='Did you ever have to work on Easter Sunday?'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-615233812686712247</id><published>2011-02-03T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:24:48.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Winter?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Grey skies, snowy ground, and bare trees: the view from my window. Below freezing temperatures; rolling electrical outages. Bleak scenario. Winter, who needs it? Still, winter in Dallas is better than one northern December I recall when the sun shined only one day out of the whole month. Always something to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A poem came to mind this morning which gives perspective to the winter season. Especially when you know that the Christian authoress was confined to her bed from the age of 12 and then later became deaf also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE AT HOME&lt;br /&gt;I am at home with winter.&lt;br /&gt;I understand the thin&lt;br /&gt;Determined trees, and all the calm,&lt;br /&gt;Bare fields and I are kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at home with winter,&lt;br /&gt;And I am glad to share&lt;br /&gt;The dull gray days of waiting,&lt;br /&gt;The cold, unfruitful air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All hearts must master silence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before they learn to sing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Must be at home with winter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be at home with spring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; --Jane Merchant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Think About These Things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Abingdon Press)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-615233812686712247?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/615233812686712247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/tired-of-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/615233812686712247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/615233812686712247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/tired-of-winter.html' title='Tired of Winter?'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-2702187869252896699</id><published>2010-12-12T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:09:38.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future...at 73</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I am 73 and have a number of "damaged parts". I am not among those Christians who think that God is The Giant Tester in the Sky, something like a miserable Latin teacher I had in high school. God's "tests", they think, are for the purpose of seeing whether or not we pass or fail, or to see how much we can endure. No. God's "tests" are designed to cause us to be strengthened; for us to grow up as we move on in our journey. I have concluded also that aging is God's final reality check. We really don't know how full of pride and independence (from Him) we are until sickness or aging hits us!! Aging is humbling. BUT that can be partly a good thing if it thrusts us into the arms of our loving God who is working toward our becoming what He designed us for now and in our eternal future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I look forward to my "Future". While there is not a lot of “future” left in this earth life, I look forward to a future of “Heaven” life, whatever that is. I do not believe it is a place to sit around on clouds and play on little harps. I expect to explore the wonders of the universe and beyond. I imagine spending time with Jesus as well as all my relatives and friends who have gone on. I also think about what challenging service that He will have for me to do. And, about having a body free of pain and suffering; a body which is youthful--and limber.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;One delightful elderly patient I had was very animated one day when I went into her room. She said she was “going home next week” and was talking excitedly about seeing her former Sunday School students and others whom she had known in the past. It seems that her doctor had told her: "You are going home next week." Apparently this lady had attended a church where they used the term "going home" to refer to dying and going to heaven. In her slightly confused mental state she thought the doctor was telling her that she was going to die the following week. She was anticipating her "home going" with great enthusiasm!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;God reminded me recently that life is a gift. I believe that there are contributions to be made--even if it is only a smile, a word, or prayer for others. Ultimately, God is the loving giver of life and also the one who determines when life will end (Job 1:21). Until then may I be a fruitful branch to Him, even when I definitely don't feel like it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;This life is just the "foyer", not the main building. When my family visited Las Vegas on a ministry trip in the 1970's, my husband wanted our grade-school aged children and I to see the inside of a casino. To my surprise there was a really huge foyer before you reached the gaming floor. And, even more surprising, there were NO chairs or other places to sit in the foyer. The message? Move on to the gambling area; no time or place to sit in the foyer. I thought: Hmmm...Rather like this life. While God gives us places of rest during our journey, still the idea is that this life is not the main event!!! It is only the foyer!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-2702187869252896699?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2702187869252896699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-futureat-73.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/2702187869252896699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/2702187869252896699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-futureat-73.html' title='My Future...at 73'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-3734811630606123845</id><published>2010-12-03T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:32:36.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Eyes on the Prize!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yesterday I was reading about “adoption” and “sonship” in the New Testament. I fully believe that the “adoption” that the Apostle Paul is talking about has far more to do with maturity in the believer than it has to do with being born again. If someone tells me they were “adopted” into God’s family, I tell them, “Not me! I was born into God’s family. I have His DNA!” The “adoption” of which Paul is speaking is not the same as we ordinarily understand it,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;i.e. legally making a child (not of your seed) part of your family so that you call him/her your “son/daughter”. While you have legally made such a one to be your child, he/she will never be your child physically or biologically; he does not carry your DNA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Paul was speaking of a process of his era whereby a tutor was given the task of educating and preparing a child for an adult life of maturity and responsibility, perhaps in the father’s business. To be “adopted” was, at the appropriate time, to be placed as a mature son in the father’s family. (Read Romans&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;8:14-25). While suffering is going to occur in this process, it is designed to produce maturity—mature sonship: “For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God…even we ourselves [not just creation] groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption [to sonship], the redemption of our body...” (See NKJV and NIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Recent revelations about an internationally known TV station owner’s extended extra-marital affair have caused us to pause and grieve--once again. Many comments could be made. Nevertheless, for us, we must remember to Keep Our Eyes on the Prize! And, seek to grow into mature sons whom God can entrust with His Kingdom business. Ones who will, like Moses and Joseph, choose righteousness and integrity above any sexual or other temporal desire. “By faith Moses…[chose] to suffer affliction with the people of God than to enjoy the passing pleasures of sin, esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures in Egypt, for he looked to the reward…” (Hebrews 11:25,26)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LET’S KEEP OUR EYES ON THE PRIZE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-3734811630606123845?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3734811630606123845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/keep-your-eyes-on-prize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3734811630606123845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3734811630606123845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/keep-your-eyes-on-prize.html' title='Keep Your Eyes on the Prize!!!!'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-2282275469152425580</id><published>2010-10-13T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:01:27.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts or Maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“He [the Lord] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;made known His ways to Moses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;; His acts to the children of Israel” (Psalm 103:7)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ For forty years I was grieved with that generation, and said ‘It is a people who go astray in their hearts, and &lt;b&gt;they do not know My ways.&lt;/b&gt;’ So I swore in My wrath, ‘They shall not enter My rest’” (Psalm 95:10,11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;It sounds like in these verses there were two different categories of Israelites whom the psalmist is referring to: (1) those who know God and understand Him and His ways of doing things; (2) those who only know God by His “acts”—or miracles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;The Israelites always had to see miracles in order to believe in the God who had brought them out of slavery!! They didn’t really know God or how He accomplished His purposes. In other words, they thought that the only way God acted, no matter the situation, was by performing a miracle. Miracles were the answer to everything. Sound familiar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;As charismatics we are quick to defend the functioning of the Gifts of the Spirit. I would like to suggest that the Gifts are not the goal in our lives or of those lives to whom we minister. God is forming something. Not just “church”—or especially not “church growth”. But He is after maturity!! One could have 50 Gifts operating through him, and yet be immature! We can see this demonstrated in history. But, even more evidentiary are the letters Paul wrote to the Corinthian church (1 Corinthians, chapters 12-14.) He chastises them for having all the Gifts going on yet they do not have love. They were immature and needed to grow up in Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;God is raising up His Bride. I don’t believe His desire is for this little bride trotting along behind him like a Japanese wife of the last century. He is forming a mature Bride who can assist in managing His Kingdom. At the same time, in a different metaphor, He is growing mature “sons” who, when they have reached the appropriate maturity under his tutor, will be “adopted” into mature sonship and assist Him in the business of His Kingdom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;You don’t get that maturity by knowing God only by His “acts”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Continued in next blog post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-2282275469152425580?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2282275469152425580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/gifts-or-maturity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/2282275469152425580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/2282275469152425580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/gifts-or-maturity.html' title='Gifts or Maturity'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-8726418835153939984</id><published>2010-10-01T23:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:10:06.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Only a Vampire Will Love You Forever!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It’s Halloween time again. And, no I haven’t been reading vampire stories or seeing the latest vampire movies.&amp;nbsp; I don’t celebrate Halloween—and can remember when I no longer could allow my little children to go trick-or-treating. That was back in the early ‘70’s and there had been many reports of poisoned candy and of razor blades hidden in apples. It hurt me to disappoint my children, but we explained to them about the holiday, and tried to make up for it with other plans, including candy. Churches, at that time, did not hold alternate “Fall” celebrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few days ago, however, as I was shopping at Walmart I spied a rack of girls’ tee shirts with the above saying scrawled across the front: “Only a Vampire will love you forever!” At first I was shocked, then grieved. Of course words from the Bible came to my mind: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;…….“God is &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;” (1 John 4:8)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;…….“For God &lt;i&gt;so loved&lt;/i&gt; the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life” (John 3:16)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;……."&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from &lt;i&gt;the love of God&lt;/i&gt; which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38,39)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What can one say? Our society is so messed up that it sends messages to its young girls that eternal love comes from vampires! Young girls who may indeed be starved for love. You may think, “It’s only a fad. It will pass.” Perhaps. But the fact remains that for our young people the darkness can be very dark. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Let us pray, share love, and hold up a godly standard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-8726418835153939984?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8726418835153939984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-vampire-will-love-you-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/8726418835153939984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/8726418835153939984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-vampire-will-love-you-forever.html' title='&quot;Only a Vampire Will Love You Forever!&quot;'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-6881732030857687799</id><published>2010-09-24T01:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:59:31.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Need to Know" Basis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently the Sunday morning speaker finished his message by quoting from Jeremiah 29:11: “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord…” Instantly in my mind I said to the Lord: “Please, would You mind sharing those plans with &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;?”&amp;nbsp;Come on, you know you have fussed at the Lord numerous times for His seeming lack of direction, and you are left with this giant question mark in your head. Talk about frustration—and stress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are so full of questions: Why this and why not that? Why me? or perhaps Why not me? What will I do? Where will I go? While we seem to have endless questions, God often speaks to us in two or three word sentences, if at all. His answers seem to be incomplete or occasionally incomprehensible. One more question: Why is it so hard to simply trust Him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is an interesting TV ad for something-or-other that has the one person saying a term, then the other giving a monitone explanation of the term such as one would get on the internet. God is not in the information business. He is not an Infinite Google Search Engine. Electronics have increased our expectations for near instantaneous answers to our searches and questions. But it doesn’t work that way with God. That is because He is after something infinitely greater than simply giving us “answers” to our questions. He is after forming us into mature sons of God like His son Jesus; preparing us for an eternity with Himself. That IS the point of it all. This life is like the foyer to a concert hall; we have yet to enter into the concert and experience the fullness of the purposes of the hall—the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;God seems to operate on the FBI principle of “Need to Know.” In the FBI the level of your security clearance as well as your position determine how much info you are allowed to possess. Security clearances and positions don’t count in God’s Kingdom, but there are times, I think, when He firmly, but kindly, tells us to sit down and shut up. We don’t “need to know” whatever—at least at this time. This is humbling and requires a somewhat childlike attitude. The Bible even states that those who prophesy only “know in part” so therefore they can only prophesy “in part.” (1 Corinthians 13:9) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of this, of course, does not mean that God does not answer some questions (maybe years later), or give us direction. He certainly does guide us. Trust, however, and patience are key elements. And, the better we know Him, the more we are able to trust Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Psalm 131:2—“But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.” No child enjoys weaning, but it is essential for growth. We must trust God’s decision as to what we “Need to Know.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-6881732030857687799?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6881732030857687799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/need-to-know-basis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/6881732030857687799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/6881732030857687799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/need-to-know-basis.html' title='A &quot;Need to Know&quot; Basis'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-4861679373697658218</id><published>2010-09-02T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:54:53.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"And my worldview includes....."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You may be thinking &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I don’t have a worldview!”&lt;/i&gt; I beg to disagree. Everyone has a worldview. They probably have never expressed it as such, or may never have formulated it into any kind of statement. But that worldview is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is a worldview? It is similar to a filter through which we run everything . It includes our understanding of God, the world and universe, what makes things tick, why people do certain things, our purpose for being on earth, etc., etc. This worldview was developed through your parents, friends, teachers, TV, church, and even Aunt Tillie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was growing up I lived in upstate New York close to the Quebec border. My mother was terribly prejudiced against French people—and against the color red because, she said, French people wore a lot of red! I was twenty-something before I realized that my refusal to wear red was a prejudice that had been passed on to me. Finally, however, I became able to freely wear red!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A worldview, however, is not just about such prejudices. It is much broader than that. It includes what we believe concerning why things happen, why there have always been wars, where man came from, and whether scientists should be allowed to clone people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I personally am thankful that as a kid attending a little country Methodist church with my family, I joined with the congregation in reciting the Lord’s Prayer and the Apostles’ Creed every Sunday. ( http://gbgm-umc.org/umw/bible/apcreed.html)&amp;nbsp;The Creed is basically a statement of belief which most Christians could agree with.&amp;nbsp;It forms the foundation for my worldview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I challenge you to consider when you speak, write, or think, that you ask yourself: "How am I expressing my worldview?" Does your worldview by which you judge all things line up with the Word of God? Does it reflect the Spirit of Christ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-4861679373697658218?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4861679373697658218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-my-worldview-includes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/4861679373697658218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/4861679373697658218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-my-worldview-includes.html' title='&quot;And my worldview includes.....&quot;'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-2042634850245763422</id><published>2010-07-15T19:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:12:54.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Jesus a "Hard Man"?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"Then he who had received the one talent came and said, Lord, I knew you to be a hard man, reaping where you have not sown, and gathering where you have not scattered”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Matthew&amp;nbsp; 25:24&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My computer dictionary defines “talent” in this way: “1. A natural aptitude, 2. a former weight and unit of currency, used esp. by the Romans and Greeks.” In Jesus’ story or parable, he wasn’t referring to #1 definition. He was talking about money. However, that is not relevant to this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did you ever wonder why this third man thought that (1) Jesus was a “hard man”, and (2) wherever did he get the idea that Jesus could or would reap where He had not sown??? The concept of sowing in order to get a harvest is stated or implied throughout the scripture. Did Jesus ever sow any grain? Did He reap any harvest? Did He ever miraculously reap where no grain had been sown, or advise any one to attempt to do so?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone can see why this man did not get a return on his investment; he never invested the money. Duh! But why didn’t he invest? Through some difficult lessons I believe the Lord showed me the answer to that question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A “hard man”? In his response to the Lord in the parable (actually Jesus) it is obvious that this man did not know His Lord--Jesus. If he had, he would not have pegged Him as a “hard man”.&amp;nbsp; He didn’t really know Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reaping where He had not sown? As I mentioned, this is totally antithetical to scripture. So, not only did he not know what Jesus was like, he did not know nor understand God’s ways or the principles of the Kingdom of God. (Note: the Lord's response in v.26 is posed as a question, not a statement, in several translations. He was not agreeing with the man.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thus, he was afraid and did not invest his talent in faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;“For this reason we also, since the day we heard it, do not cease to pray for you, and to ask that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding; that you may walk worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing Him, being fruitful in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; strengthened with all might, according to His glorious power, for all patience and longsuffering with joy.” Colossi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;ans 1:9-11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Let’s strive to increase in knowing the Lord Jesus better and also in the understanding of the principles of His Kingdom so that we may be fruitful—not just for ourselves, but for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-2042634850245763422?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2042634850245763422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-jesus-hard-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/2042634850245763422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/2042634850245763422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-jesus-hard-man.html' title='Is Jesus a &quot;Hard Man&quot;?'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-4574199628379232390</id><published>2010-07-05T23:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:56:50.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crop Circles and God's Plan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever spent any time researching about “crop circles”? You know, those strange designs laid out in fields of grain seen in many parts of the world. I have. A few years ago I got on the internet and investigated a number of websites which featured lots of pictures and comments. My conclusion was “Hmmmmm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; After looking at numerous pictures of various designs, both from the air and from the ground, I had an “Aha!” moment. I realized that the folks who were viewing these crop circles only from the ground had no idea what the whole thing looked like; they could not view the actual design from their vantage point on the ground. All they could do was wander up and down the labyrinth of pathways that lay in front of them. They figured there was a design, but they could not see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My “Aha!” had to do with the fact that in order to see the design of the crop circle, one had to view it from above, from an airplane or helicopter. This was the only way to get a full view. Isn’t this the same with the Divine Design of God’s purposes and plan? Of course it is. We must view this life not just from the “ground”, a part of the pathway in front of us, but from the grand view through the eyes of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And, how are we able to view His Design and Plan? Well, of course, being born again is the first step since the indwelling Holy Spirit is our “Viewer” with which we see God and His Plan. Then, the Word of God spells it out for us. Gradually, through faith we begin to see the grand Design; we are able to view His Design from “above” , and we learn to fall in step with His Plan. What a different and superior perspective!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus”—&lt;/i&gt;Ephesians 2:6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look on the earth beneath”&lt;/i&gt;--Isaiah 51:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level: 1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-4574199628379232390?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4574199628379232390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/crop-circles-and-gods-plan_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/4574199628379232390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/4574199628379232390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/crop-circles-and-gods-plan_05.html' title='Crop Circles and God&apos;s Plan?'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-6959677468427290787</id><published>2010-06-10T17:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:00:51.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Praise Me for Health!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a health-conscious culture we live in! You cannot watch TV, read magazines, and see advertising on signs without getting some “health” message. At times it is obnoxious! Lose weight, exercise, take supplements, join this diet program, take this drug, get this surgery, buy this exercise equipment, and join this spa or gym. It’s non-stop. And of course if you do all that you will be hot and sexy and attractive to the opposite sex. Maybe you might get physically healthier, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;People who have serious health conditions are often handicapped and are unable to comply with all of these health messages. Maybe their lifestyles contributed to their poor health, while others may have inherited their problems or possibly were involved in accidents—or war. The scripture reminds us that we have “this treasure [Christ] in jars of clay…” (2 Corinthians 4:7) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have health problems. But, one day, during a time I was talking with the Lord, He said this to me: “Praise Me for health!” Now, it was not an audible voice, but it was very clear nevertheless. At first I thought He was saying that I should practice verbalizing, “praise” to Him for the health He was going to give me, or perhaps as an exercise of positive speaking to obtain that health. A “faith” statement repeated over and over. Gradually I realized that this was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; what he was saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This statement reminded me of my brother, Chuck, during a crisis of his faith. He wrote to me and asked me was God so vain that He needed to be praised all the time. The question startled me as I had never had such a thought or heard anyone ever express such a question. I wrote back to him with the best explanation that I had to offer at that time. &amp;nbsp;This included the thought that God is worthy of our praise all of the time regardless of what was going on in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many years later, I heard God speak to me the above instruction: “Praise Me for health.” Then I understood. God was saying, “In the past you have spent time in the gym working out for your health. You have paid attention to what you are eating for your health. Now praise Me for your health.” I saw that behind God’s instructions to praise Him was His concern for our welfare—and health. It wasn’t just so He could receive our praises for Himself. Rather, praising Him is actually a good exercise for our health. As we see Him, love Him, put Him first and get our focus off ourselves and our problems, we will praise Him. As we focus on who He is and what He has done through Christ, we are changed into healthier persons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Praise God for health!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-6959677468427290787?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6959677468427290787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/praise-me-for-health.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/6959677468427290787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/6959677468427290787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/praise-me-for-health.html' title='&quot;Praise Me for Health!&quot;'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-8808972719117221117</id><published>2010-05-25T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:59:05.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Servants or Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which are you: a servant to the Lord or His friend? Both, you say. Or perhaps your answer would be that you are born again and therefore a son, but you are basically His servant since you call Him Lord. How would you describe your relationship? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe our relationship with Him is easily compared to any other single kind of relationship we have experienced. Or, perhaps we could say it is a combination of many kinds of relationships we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the Bible we first know God as our Creator. In the Old Covenant (Testament) in the Bible we begin to further know Him partly through His names—Jehovah Jireh, Jehovah Rapha, etc. He is also referred to as “Adonai”, or “Lord” which of course describes His position over the universe and over us. It implies obedience to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Switching to the New Covenant (Testament) we hear Jesus, our Lord and God, say these words: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all things that I heard from My Father I have made known to you.”—John 15:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jesus is telling His disciples that He desires no longer to relate to them simply as a rabbi or a master, but He has taken them into His confidence. This is the relationship of a close friend. Yes, He does expect our obedience, but would much prefer our love and cooperation in His Kingdom processes rather than obedience from the mindset of a servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the book of Galatians the apostle Paul speaks of “schoolmasters” or “tutors”. He saw the law (implying obedience) like a pedagogue, or schoolmaster, of Paul’s time. The tutor was appointed by the boy’s father to arrange for all of the boy’s training. Only when he had completed all of this training was the son declared as achieving his “sonship position” in the household and in society. It was a mark of maturity. He was, as we would say, ready to take over the father’s business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God, I believe, desires to be to us as a father to a mature son. Also He desires a friendship relationship. Do we desire this or are we always waiting for the “ax to fall” on us because of our shortcomings. Or are we always running off somewhere and doing our own thing? We are already “sons” by birth, yet we must mature so that we can share in the administration of His Kingdom. And, we need to seek God's face so that we may be a friend to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-8808972719117221117?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8808972719117221117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/servants-or-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/8808972719117221117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/8808972719117221117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/servants-or-friends.html' title='Servants or Friends?'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-6346157133658380220</id><published>2010-05-19T19:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:21:31.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Union or Unity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Loops of the Tabernacle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can tie together the tails of two tigers and you will have union, but its guaranteed that you won’t have unity! When a man and woman marry, they enter into a union but are not always in unity.&amp;nbsp; A church made up of Christians is technically in union but definitely not always in unity. Why is that? Doesn’t union guarantee unity? (Matt 19:5,6; 1 Corinthians 6:16,17; 1 Cor. 12:12-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The instructions which Moses received from God for the making of the Tabernacle were very detailed. Of course, all the elements of the Tabernacle stand as types of Christ and our relationship with Him and others. One detail in particular stands out to me: the loops attached to the coverings for the tabernacle. The covering was made in sections with 50 loops attached on the edges. Then the loops were joined together thus causing the curtain sections to be joined. “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;He made fifty clasps of gold and coupled the curtains to one another with the clasps, that it might be ONE Tabernacle.”&lt;/i&gt; (Ex. 36:13 NKJV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Apostle Paul asked the church at Corinth: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Do you not know that you are the Temple of God?.” &lt;/i&gt;Also this Church is built “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ Himself being ht chief cornerstone, in whom the whole building, being fitted together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord, in whom you also are being built together for a dwelling place of God in the Spirit.”&lt;/i&gt; (1 Corinthians 3:16 and 2 Cor. 6:16; Ephesians 2:21)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each Christian is vital for this Tabernacle, this Temple, to be built into the dwelling place of God. Each loop of gold or brass “was carefully numbered and guarded by the Levites, for if but one had been wanting, the curtains of the tabernacle or tent would have been insecurely united.” (The Tabernacle”, by Henry Soltau, p.47) We are &lt;u&gt;already&lt;/u&gt; in union with Christ and with one another. We must seek Him for love and wisdom as well as work at our unity so that the Temple may be secure and display Him to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!” –&lt;/i&gt; Psalm 133:1 and 1 Peter 1:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-6346157133658380220?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6346157133658380220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/union-or-unity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/6346157133658380220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/6346157133658380220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/union-or-unity.html' title='Union or Unity?'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-3794415419610156281</id><published>2010-05-08T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:49:16.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Layers of an Onion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Why doesn’t God just whip us into shape when we are first born again. I think the answer begins with a statement in the Old Testament when the Israelites were receiving instructions on their entrance to the Land of Promise: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I will send hornets before you, which shall drive out the Hivite, the Canaanite, and the Hittite from before you. I will not drive them out from before you in one year, lest the land become desolate and the beasts of the field become too numerous for you&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Little by little I will drive them out from before you until you have increased, and you inherit the land.”&lt;/b&gt;—Exodus 23:28,29&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel like I could teach endlessly on these scriptures, but now is not the time. Point: the whole journey of the Israelites on into the Land is a picture and type of the Christian’s journey through life with Christ. Think about it. Search it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Possessing the Land was definitely a process and was to be accomplished a little at a time—like peeling back the layers of an onion. As we walk with Him and talk with Him, He peels back a layer and (hopefully) we receive His revelation from the Word and the Holy Spirit as to how to “increase” so that the land is progressively taken. One layer at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you have been saved for awhile, you can look back and see this process in action. Were you ready to receive the truth back then that you now have at least partially grasped? Setbacks? Read the Bible if you want to hear of others who had “setbacks”. Some learned; some didn’t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;God is ever wanting to lead us forward with Him: “Come, follow Me,” He says.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I have already given you the Land—the Land of My Promise--I will drive out your enemies little by little. Possess those parts that I liberate for you, through Christ as your life. Have faith in His processes with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“He must increase; but I must decrease&lt;/i&gt;”—John the Baptist, John 3:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-3794415419610156281?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3794415419610156281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-layers-of-onion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3794415419610156281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3794415419610156281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-layers-of-onion.html' title='Like Layers of an Onion'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-1671611778913412968</id><published>2010-05-02T17:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:36:54.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemporary Church Idolatry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Stalking boldly across the courtyard, King Hezekiah shouted orders for the men to open all the doors to the Temple of Jehovah. Then he ordered the repair of those doors and the cleaning out of all the trash in the inner parts of God’s sanctuary. He was on a mission, a mission to re-sanctify the priesthood and the Temple, and to re-establish worship according to God’s instructions. His father, Ahaz, had rejected the Law and the Temple.&amp;nbsp;Hezekiah knew that the nation could not be blessed until this work was done. You can read all that took place during this extraordinary revival and restoration in 2 Chronicles, chapter 29 and 2 Kngs 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; High on the king’s agenda was the breaking down of the places where sacrifices were made to various idols. At one such place he found an unusual idol: a bronze serpent. This serpent had been made by Moses hundreds of years before. At the time the people were under a plague and God told Moses to make this serpent and place it high on a pole. Those who looked on it were miraculously healed. We now understand that the serpent and pole pre-figured Christ on His cross. However, hundreds of years after Moses did this, the people were worshiping the bronze serpent along with their other idols. They called it Nehushtan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we see many Nehustan worshipers in the Church, i.e they worship something from the past: a type of music, a style of worship, a doctrine, a concept of how “church” should be conducted or organized. For the Israelites, they had transferred their worship from Jehovah to a symbol or representation of past blessing. They no longer worshiped Jehovah or kept His Law. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Church is transitioning into a new paradigm. We must stop worshiping at the altar of the past paradigms. Someone has said that the “Seven Last Words of the Church” are “We never did it that way before.” God is not static. While His Word or His Person never change, His seasons do. Let’s prepare by giving up our Nehushtans!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-1671611778913412968?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1671611778913412968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/contemporary-church-idolatry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/1671611778913412968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/1671611778913412968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/contemporary-church-idolatry.html' title='Contemporary Church Idolatry'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-8659477856435782512</id><published>2010-04-14T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:26:10.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Groaning" Honey Bee</title><content type='html'>Have you seen those SPCA ads on TV where you view all those abused, neglected and abandoned animals? How grisly and sad. They are the direct result of human evil and cruelty. But, there are other ways that the curse which emanated from Eden effects our world. I am speaking particularly about America and “Progress”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are beginning to see the effects of our “progress”—or arrogance—in a new way. In the April 12, 2010&amp;nbsp; issue of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Time&lt;/i&gt; magazine there is an article entitled “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;The Perils of Plastic&lt;/i&gt;—chemicals in plastics and other products seem harmless, but mounting evidence links them to health problems—and Washington lacks the power to protect us”. The author notes that changes have been made to reduce air pollution and the water is cleaner. “But if the land is healing, Americans may be sickening. Since World War II, production of industrial chemicals has risen rapidly, and the U.S. generates or imports some 43 BILLION lbs of them per day, leaving Americans awash in a sea of synthetics.” (p.48)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a source of disease, he notes that these plastics “may disrupt the delicate endocrine system, leading to developmental problems. A host of modern ills that have been rising unchecked for a generation—obesity, diabetes, autism, attention –deficit/hyperactivity disorder—could have chemical connections.” My comment: suspicions confirmed. As a diabetic I find this very interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the honey bee disappearance? Genetically modified foods may be a possible cause. Man is ignorant and arrogant. The more he tries to “progress” on his own, the more evident is the futility of his efforts. Now things are so complex and intertwined that it seems that there is no “fix” or solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paul said in Romans 8:19-22 that the whole creation was subjected to “futility” and suffers because of Adam, the original lord over the earth who gave it over to satan by his disobedience. He, Eve and the whole creation came under a curse as a result. The Great Hope (promise of God) is that one day the creation will be delivered—along with man: “The creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now…” This is the final and complete solution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-8659477856435782512?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8659477856435782512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/groaning-honey-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/8659477856435782512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/8659477856435782512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/groaning-honey-bee.html' title='The &quot;Groaning&quot; Honey Bee'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-315089038558017271</id><published>2010-04-06T17:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:36:02.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Gifts and Farm Machines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Recently I was reading Mary Jane’s Farm, &amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;magazine&amp;nbsp;about organic farming and related subjects.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In one article there are several sketches of various kinds of farm machines. Even though I was raised on a dairy farm in upstate New York, I never saw nor heard of a number of these machines. Each piece of machinery was designed for one purpose: to prepare the ground for, plant, or harvest crops. The focus is not on the great machines themselves—their design, weight, exceptional quality, performance or cost. Farmers do not purchase these wonderful--but very expensive--machines in order to display them for everyone to admire. The focus is on harvesting a crop, not on the machines. Their various functions ultimately serve to bring in ripened crops.&lt;br /&gt;Are you getting my drift? The gifts of the Holy Spirit are like those machines: their purpose &amp;nbsp;is the planting, growing, harvesting , and gathering of men, women and children into the Kingdom of God. Each machine has a different function—some plough up the soil, some plant the seed, others fertilize and lastly there are those that help gather up the harvest. Harvest time is not about the display of these wonderful machines, i.e. gifts; it is about the harvest that will be brought in.&lt;br /&gt;We need to “sharpen” our machines/gifts so they will be ready for the Harvest that God is bringing. How can we do that? Become trained and mentored. Whether it is in the doctrinal foundations of the Word, the use of the Gifts, teaching, prophesying, or visiting the sick. Not every one is “gifted” in every “machine”, but there is at least one gift that speaks to your heart and in which you can further your training. The Apostle Paul told Timothy to “stir up” the gifts that were in him. I believe training is included in that “stirring up. (2 Timothy 1:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; “If the ax is dull and and one does not sharpen the edge, then he must use more strength, but wisdom brings success”—Ecclesiastes 10:10 (NKJV)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal;"&gt;(See dream about NOT ENOUGH STAFF to handle the Harvest Dec. 27,2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8736246713588022111-315089038558017271?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/315089038558017271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/spiritual-gifts-and-farm-machines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/315089038558017271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/315089038558017271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/spiritual-gifts-and-farm-machines.html' title='Spiritual Gifts and Farm Machines'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-3882482135871219219</id><published>2010-03-02T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:54:10.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked on God!</title><content type='html'>Was listening to a Kim Clements song: “Why did I run away?...Because I wanted to hear His voice again.” Of course he is referring to Elijah when he ran away after the spectacular experience with the prophets of Baal and God won! Haven’t you had those times with the Lord that were so special, but when you “came down” from them it was kind of like being thrown into a tub full of ice water! You just want to remain there with Him and experience Him again and again and again. You’re hooked on God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;At such times you could be in a den of lions, i.e. a room full of atheists and muslims and they could give you all the possible arguments as to why your beliefs are crazy and irrational; they are right and you are wrong. At such times laughing is what comes to mind, for Christianity is not just another “religious belief”. It is literally experiencing God and learning to walk with Him. The old-time Pentecostals used to say: “It’s better felt than telt!” Of course life isn’t all ecstatic experiences. There is plenty of warfare, mud and desert—the places where character is formed and we are shaped into the likeness of Christ; those places where our testimony may, at times, simply be that we are still standing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;It is not difficult to imagine why we need new bodies in the next life. Without them we would all fall down like Daniel did and be sick for weeks. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The story is told of a kitten that used to hang around when the farmer was hand milking his cows. Occasionally the farmer would squirt milk in the direction of the kitten who would open his mouth to receive his bounty. The farmer walked away for a minute and the kitten climbed to the top of the full pail of milk and then accidentally fell in. He sank to the bottom of the pail and nearly drowned. But, he swam to the top and was heard to say: “O for the capacity equal to my opportunity." One day we will have that new capacity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-3882482135871219219?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3882482135871219219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/hooked-on-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3882482135871219219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3882482135871219219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/hooked-on-god.html' title='Hooked on God!'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-5292063342885567295</id><published>2010-02-17T17:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:43:37.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplify: Back to Basic Christianity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those who are interested in what The Ministry is and is not, I recommend the article at the end of my post. What he writes is definitely not the usual yada-yada. If you go to the link you can also read the discussion. I also recommend this man's ministry which I have followed for years. The following is a copy of my comment in the discussion of his article:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;While in South Africa visiting my son and his wife who were administrators at an urban church there, I met and chatted with a black pastor affiliated with the church. The Holy Spirit communicated with me that I needed to listen carefully to what this man had to say. He never shared the circumstances of his salvation but apparently he did not receive much discipling at that time. He explained that after being saved he began to have a great concern for those in his community who were in need, including the many AIDS victims. At times he was almost overwhelmed by their needs and his desire to help them. In fact, he said, he began to think there was something “wrong” with him because of the strong urges in his heart. He spent many hours sharing Christ and giving whatever help he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone from the church (mentioned above) visited his area and the pastor shared with this man his concerns for his community, and the anxiety he had that there was something wrong with him. After further instructing him in the Word, this man told him that he most likely had a pastor’s ministry and calling. Now, the pastor said, everything began to make sense and he understood how the Holy Spirit had been working in and through his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I have never forgotten my chat with this black pastor. Somehow I felt like I had met with a real New Testament “ministry”. Ministry expressed as the loving and concerned heart of Jesus--no titles, no financial perks or status among fellow ministers. As a member of a poor black community, if he was "known" at all, it was for his love and good works. He was in "full-time" ministry, but not like we usually define it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "word" for 2010 is "Simplify". And, in regards to everything Christian I really desire to clear the field, shovel back all the trash that has accumulated over the years and covered the treasure; to dig out and go back to the basics: Christianity 101. God has restored much to the Church of His Son, especially in the last 100 years. But, I remember what happened to Rebecca. Once she got a look at Isaac, she forgot all about the gifts Abraham had sent ahead for her--gold, silver, rich clothing! (Genesis 24:53,61-67) She only had eyes for her Bridegroom! The purpose of God's restoration is not so we could fall in love with the restoration or His gifts, but so we might fall in love with Him and then minister the gifts for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 17px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Article:&lt;/span&gt; The Ministry of One-Anothering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; by Chip Brogden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2e6696; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2e6696; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 20pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theschoolofchrist.org/articles/the-ministry-of-one-anothering.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8b2a3d; font-size: 10pt; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://theschoolofchrist.org/articles/the-ministry-of-one-anothering.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: 20.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-5292063342885567295?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5292063342885567295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplify-back-to-basic-christianity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/5292063342885567295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/5292063342885567295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplify-back-to-basic-christianity.html' title='Simplify: Back to Basic Christianity'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-7803020520566398233</id><published>2010-02-05T18:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:57:07.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ECHOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have never been in the mountains where you can shout and hear your voice echoing back to you. However, I have heard lots of echoes in my head, echoes from the past. Not necessarily a “picture” memory , i.e. a kind of a “visual echo.” Sometimes I think satan carries a special DVR under his arm and pulls it out periodically to get us off track. We may not have complete control over his recorder, but we do NOT have to react to these echoes. Being born again includes a direct WiFi connection with our Lord Jesus and His mind, anytime or anywhere. This is why Paul tells us to “renew” our minds, i.e. to consciously counter satan’s recorded messages with what the Word of God says about whatever it is that is echoing. When he turns up the volume and our minds, souls and bodies begin to react, we have to “turn up” the Word and look to the Holy Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sometimes we are not aware of what may trigger an echo. We just react. It is often difficult to see ourselves objectively. But I have a favorite verse that I frequently claim: "Therefore let us, as many as are mature, have this mind; and if in anything you think otherwise, God will reveal even this to you." (Philippians 3:15) What a great promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind..." (Romans 12:2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-7803020520566398233?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7803020520566398233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/echoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/7803020520566398233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/7803020520566398233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/echoes.html' title='ECHOES'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-4247111326872529100</id><published>2010-02-02T19:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:24:35.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSIDER THESE WORDS FROM RICK JOYNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="subtitle" style="color: #016d88; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 15pt/17pt verdana; margin-top: 30px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: center;"&gt;We Need Each Other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/14pt verdana; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are told in I Corinthians 13 that we know in part, see in part, and prophesy in part.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This means no one has the whole picture, and if we are going to have the whole picture, we are going to have to put our part together with what others are seeing.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;We need each other. The Lord has composed His Body so that we all need each other. The more we are able to connect with other parts of His Body, the stronger we will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/14pt verdana; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/14pt verdana; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know several relatively large movements that are likewise devoted to growing in prophetic ministries and gifts. Each one is very different from ours, but I think this is a good thing. Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ey have been used by God to speak and give us invaluable prophetic revelation for our ministry. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;heir style may be different, and even the way they hear from the Lord is different, but it is still the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/14pt verdana; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/14pt verdana; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We tend to attract those who are more prone to visions—those who see. Others may be more prone to hear words from the Lord, being more &lt;/span&gt;like ears. We hear as well, but we tend to be more visionary. Likewise, they see at times like we do, but still they tend to be more of those who hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/14pt verdana; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/14pt verdana; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;When those who hear come around us I think our people start to hear better, and maybe they start to see a little more. We need to stir up the gifts in each other this way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;We also need to be secure enough in who we are in Christ to be different from one another and still appreciate one another&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/14pt verdana; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Lord compared us to sheep for a reason—in many ways we are like sheep. One characteristic of sheep is that if flocks do not crossbreed with other flocks, they will get weaker with each successive generation. This happens to great movements and denominations that do not interchange with other parts of the Body of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-4247111326872529100?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4247111326872529100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/consider-these-words-from-rick-joyner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/4247111326872529100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/4247111326872529100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/consider-these-words-from-rick-joyner.html' title='CONSIDER THESE WORDS FROM RICK JOYNER'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-5704235635029474338</id><published>2010-01-21T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:34:13.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does “Positive Thinking” Really Change Things?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For years my husband and I were horrified by the extremes of certain Christian teachers and advocates of the hyper-faith movement. I can remember one particular horror story that surfaced about a young woman with breast cancer being ousted from her church because the fact that she continued to have cancer and was not healed gave the church a bad name, i.e. it was bad PR for the church. This incident was verified by her father who is a prominent Christian minister to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I bought a book—at full price, ouch!—entitled &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America&lt;/i&gt; by Barbara Ehrenreich who is an established author. This is not a Christian book, but was reviewed in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Christianity Today&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The author became interested in the subject after having breast cancer and being bombarded with Positive Think on every hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being a former cellular immunologist the author refutes the theory that strengthening the immune system through Positive Think effectively counters the cancer cells in the body. She points out that the immune system is designed to counter “foreign” cells (such as microorganisms like TB or Strep) and not the body’s own cells. Cancer cells are the body’s OWN cells and therefore not attacked by immune cells! Then she goes on in the book to show how Positive Think has invaded our society and become accepted as “scientific fact”, which it is not, and even how it has invaded the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My point: I would be willing to bet that every part of western Christianity has accepted Positive Think , and even consider it as an expression of the Bible. But, I would like to say that Positive Think, including it’s ability to change reality, is not scriptural. There is a vast difference between changing one’s heart and life in general by thinking positively and putting one’s whole faith and trust in the Word of God. Hebrews 4:12 says: “The word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;the division of soul and spirit&lt;/i&gt;, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” The Word divides between what emerges out of our soul/mind&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and what emerges out of our spirit where God dwells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not advocating that every one become a Grinch, but think on this: the Positive Think mantra is really a form of manipulation. Where in the Word are we told to “manipulate” God or one another?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sounds like some kind of witchcraft!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-5704235635029474338?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5704235635029474338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-positive-thinking-really-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/5704235635029474338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/5704235635029474338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-positive-thinking-really-change.html' title='Does “Positive Thinking” Really Change Things?'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-3594157656467470628</id><published>2010-01-13T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:57:25.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmations</title><content type='html'>In the last week since I posted my thoughts about learning lessons from putting together jigsaw puzzles I have received two newsletters with this theme. One was from Chuck Pierce (access through Glory of Zion ministries) and the other was from Graham Cooke, an awesome prophetic person. The latter guy was advertising an upcoming conference:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8595a3; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I believe this year's conference,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1102935899735&amp;amp;s=10215&amp;amp;e=001j7_EtXtCVRnpl_XI8n4lbUSZJItuVQcqLcHXKvorkVlU_IIudQPYOkX13F3V0eFpqoUZFWWgCOt6r5wXCCvkCX-pK9v3SCVsOKg1GsYSxU2LozGpgQDJI1IcH3kWWm0tGG8z-uouv66_NRkTFRckEt89Sn6o0qGc-eQJQiBwjTY=" linktype="link" shape="rect" target="_blank" track="on"&gt;The Missing Piece&lt;/a&gt;, will be an incredible time with God. This is an excerpt from my introduction on&lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1102935899735&amp;amp;s=10215&amp;amp;e=001j7_EtXtCVRnpl_XI8n4lbUSZJItuVQcqLcHXKvorkVlU_IIudQPYOkX13F3V0eFpqoUZFWWgCOt6r5wXCCvkCX-pK9v3SCVsOKg1GsYSxU2LozGpgQDJI1IcH3kWWm0tGG8z-uouv66_NRkTFRckEt89Sn6o0qGc-eQJQiBwjTY=" linktype="link" shape="rect" target="_blank" track="on"&gt;The Missing Piece&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8595a3; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 12.75pt; margin-right: 12.75pt; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The plans of God are big, bold and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit knows who you really are&lt;br /&gt;and the part you were meant to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 9pt; margin-left: 12.75pt; margin-right: 12.75pt; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Recognize your turning point. Take the opportunity to rediscover and upgrade your status in the epic drama of Heaven coming to Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you have never been to one of our conferences, it is worth the trip.&lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1102935899735&amp;amp;s=10215&amp;amp;e=001j7_EtXtCVRnpl_XI8n4lbUSZJItuVQcqLcHXKvorkVlU_IIudQPYOkX13F3V0eFpqoUZFWWgCOt6r5wXCCvkCX-pK9v3SCVsOKg1GsYSxU2LozGpgQDJI1IcH3kWWm0tGG8z-uouv66_NRkTFRckEt89Sn6o0qGc-eQJQiBwjTY=" linktype="link" shape="rect" target="_blank" track="on"&gt;The Missing Piece&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;runs March 4-6 at the Mission, our home church in Vacaville, California. For more details, click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?et=1102935899735&amp;amp;s=10215&amp;amp;e=001j7_EtXtCVRnpl_XI8n4lbUSZJItuVQcqLcHXKvorkVlU_IIudQPYOkX13F3V0eFpqoUZFWWgCOt6r5wXCCvkCX-pK9v3SCVsOKg1GsYSxU2LozGpgQDJI1IcH3kWWm0tGG8z-uouv66_NRkTFRckEt89Sn6o0qGc-eQJQiBwjTY=" linktype="link" shape="rect" target="_blank" track="on"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/8736246713588022111-3594157656467470628?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3594157656467470628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/confirmations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3594157656467470628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3594157656467470628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/confirmations.html' title='Confirmations'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-3107321944762659740</id><published>2010-01-08T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:47:39.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from a Jigsaw Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Believe it or not, over the years I have actually learned lessons from putting together jigsaw puzzles.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once a year, after the holidays, I like to put together a puzzle. It’s kind of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;like a release after all the activity, gift-buying, decorating, etc. It seems to help me clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I completed a complex one with two large cats under a Christmas tree. I regretted buying it because the two cats had similar areas of color and I ended up with a pile of pieces for each color of cat but some pieces could go either way. I almost put it all back into the box about 20 times, but didn’t want to be a quitter. Two lessons: (1) Don’t quit, and (2) give yourself breaks away from the task. I didn’t quit because it was the principle of the thing. Also, I discovered that if I took breaks, when I returned&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;to the puzzle I could immediately place pieces that seemed invisible before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was a kid our family used to put together jigsaw puzzles as a group activity. No TV or Wii games at that time. First, of course, we lay down all the border pieces. Now we had a frame/framework in which to place all the other pieces.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then, while we all participated in placing individual pieces inside the frame, each person also worked on a section by themselves. They sorted out pieces that seemed to belong together. Eventually the sections were added into&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;the frame, and then finally came the very last piece. What excitement for the one who got to place that final piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I haven’t mentioned an absolute essential element to the successful completion of this puzzle: the box cover. Without the box cover there would be no way of knowing what picture was on the puzzle. How, then, could we possibly proceed without first seeing&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;what it was supposed to look like; without envisioning the finished puzzle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;God’s plan may often seem chaotic or without point. However, if we study the Bible and seek understanding through our teacher, the Holy Spirit, we will be able to envision His eternal plan, His “Big Picture”. With the “box cover” in hand we can see historically how the pieces came together and how they will ultimately be completed. With each one of us helping and working on his own area, as well as working together, eventually we will see the “puzzle” completed and God’s Kingdom plans come to fruition. We must, however, keep our eyes on the "box cover".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-3107321944762659740?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3107321944762659740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-from-jigsaw-puzzle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3107321944762659740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/3107321944762659740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-from-jigsaw-puzzle.html' title='Lessons from a Jigsaw Puzzle'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-4881901477074661832</id><published>2009-12-27T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:19:19.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Staff Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="Apple Casual&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;MORE&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  "&lt;/span&gt;STAFF"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NEEDED&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Last night I saw on the news soldiers coming home. They were filmed at the airport greeting their wives and children. It was quite an emotional scene. These were not green recruits, but now seasoned soldiers who had participated in warfare.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Green recruits. That’s what many of us are. Every Christian has been through some kind of “warfare” of faith and trust in the Lord, but are we seasoned enough and sufficiently knowledgeable of the Word that we could instruct others? If we are looking to our pastors or leaders to disciple others and are not trained or active in the process, we are pretty much “on the bench”.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Recently I had this dream:&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was standing in the hallway of a large suite of doctor’s offices. There were people everywhere and more were coming in. I saw a doctor kind of forced out of his office door by the large number of people waiting in his office. He sat at a table in the hallway and was bent over his charts, writing on them. Then a door opened on my right and I could see numbers of people in that room, waiting for some one to help them. It was very obvious that there was not enough staff to care for this sudden influx of people. It was a crisis situation. The doctor was not calling for help. He was simply trying to keep up with his charts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; At first I thought this was about the H1N1 virus, but them realized that the dream was symbolic of something else: a coming potential crisis in the Church because there is coming a harvest of new converts, but not enough mature Christians who were trained to care for them. Leaders must “look up” from their “charts” (current “patients”) and see that many need to be trained. He must be a discipler and trainer of “staff” to take care of the influx. This is an alert from God.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; What do you think?&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-4881901477074661832?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4881901477074661832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-staff-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/4881901477074661832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/4881901477074661832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-staff-needed.html' title='More Staff Needed'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-8642792991795770984</id><published>2009-12-17T14:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:13:01.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels--for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-Arial Black&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Angels--for Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-Arial Black&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva', serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;My angelic visitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Palatino, serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;Angels are involved in my life and your life all of the time. Sometimes we are aware of their involvement, and sometimes we are not. But, we should &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;expect&lt;/i&gt; angelic activity in our lives. That doesn’t mean we should seek them out or make weird efforts to contact them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Daniel addressed God in his prayers, and not the archangels, so we should do likewise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi- font-family:Palatino;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; A few years ago when a number of distressing incidents had recently taken place in my life, my 30-year-old furnace decided to go on the fritz. I had attempted to start it for the first time that winter, and it was balking. My reaction? Blood-vessel-popping anger. Later, on reflection, I believed my anger was a “holy” kind of anger inspired by the Spirit of God. I grabbed a chair and set it in front of the door to the furnace area. I plunked down on it, began to pray, and was totally determined not to move from there until God had done something about the furnace problem! I was very serious. Within a few minutes a word came strongly into my mind: “Firefox”. In the next moment I almost jumped off the chair because I was suddenly aware of a “being” on my left side standing next to me. I didn’t see him with my natural eyes, but just knew that he was there. He emanated power and was as tall as the ceiling. The furnace promptly began to work properly.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi- font-family:Palatino;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; As I processed all of this, I decided to go to my computer and Google “Firefox”. I learned two things from my search: there is a web browser named Firefox, and also a movie by that name. Clint Eastwood who starred in the movie was sent by the U.S. military to Russia to steal their secret plane that could fly undetected by radar and also could be controlled by the pilot’s thoughts (in Russian) with the aid of a special helmet. Since Eastwood was an experienced jet pilot and was fluent in Russian he was chosen for the job. Most of the film is about his efforts to get to the plane and then, finally, to steal it.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi- font-family:Palatino;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Guess what movie played on my TV the very next day? You got it: “Firefox.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi- font-family:Palatino;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Firefox, I believe, is the name of the angel who came to help me. His job was to steal the enemy’s weapons and undo what he had attempted to do to my furnace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi- font-family:Palatino;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; By the way, the furnace is still working.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi- font-family:Palatino;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Abadi MT Condensed Extra Bold', serif;"&gt;Share your angelic experiences in the comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-8642792991795770984?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8642792991795770984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/angels-for-today-my-angelic-visitation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/8642792991795770984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/8642792991795770984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/angels-for-today-my-angelic-visitation.html' title='Angels--for Today'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-5853831706482000702</id><published>2009-11-30T01:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:13:51.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;      Although Thanksgiving 2009 is history and we are rushing toward Christmas , I discovered yet another reason to be thankful . Background:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was born and raised in Yankee Land (I got here as fast as I could!), and was used to spectacular autumns with golden and red leaf displays that lit up the hills and valleys . Every year I get&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kind of misty during the Fall season. Sometimes we do have a scattering of colorful trees here in Texas, and it was on one such Fall day that I experienced a God-sent reminder of His wonder and love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;     “Glum” is the word that best described my mood that day. I didn’t feel good physically, and mentally I was gloomy. Since it was garbage day, I wrapped my old chenille robe around me and proceeded to take out the garbage for collection. I walked down the steps by the side of the house, took the garbage to the curb, and then walked back up the steps and into the house without glancing in any direction. I then went into the den to check my emails. Within a minute or two at the computer I began to notice an unusual golden glow in the room. What in the world was causing such a glow? I went to the double window which faced the steps where I had just taken out the garbage and opened wide the mini-blinds. There, virtually staring at me, was my crepe myrtle tree completely covered with brilliant yellow leaves. They were so bright, in fact, that the reflection from the sunshine had actually caused my den to light up!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;      Suddenly, my gloom was lifted. It was replaced with amazement and rejoicing at the beauty of the scene. I thanked my Lord for this reminder that His glory is all around me if I will just look for it. I had not even noticed the tree when I took out the garbage. I was too busy looking down at the ground and too focussed on my glum mood to even see the glory that was there within a few feet of where I was walking. How, I thought, could I have walked by that glorious tree &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt; without even seeing it! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This beautiful golden tree was God’s way of reminding me of the need to “look up” at His greater reality rather than looking downward and concentrating on my problems or circumstances. Hurray for God, His glory and His great Kingdom plan.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;“The &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;heavens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;declare&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;glory&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” Psalm 19:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-5853831706482000702?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5853831706482000702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/although-thanksgiving-2009-is-history.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/5853831706482000702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/5853831706482000702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/although-thanksgiving-2009-is-history.html' title='Another Reason'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-7996293534295464925</id><published>2009-11-14T19:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:25:51.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the Woodshed</title><content type='html'>Whew! Nobody likes to go to the woodshed. Recently I felt a little like I have been in God's woodshed. As a kid I lived on a dairy farm with all the animals, etc. We had a woodshed, but I was never taken there for any "correction" purposes. In fact, I was spoiled by my mom as the baby of the family. My older sister (5 years) is quick to point this out to me. She said I lied terribly but mother always sided with me and never believed her. Part of the hindrance to any spankings taking place was that I had a bone disease and was periodically casted around my waist and down the left leg to the knee. Obviously this precluded spankings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't recall being "spoiled" but don't doubt that I was. In later years, after being born again,  I understood the consequences that spoiled children must bear. Overbearing self-will and self-centeredness are two such consequences. Parents: please don't spoil your children. Of course there are right and wrong ways to discipline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writer of Hebrews stated that, as parents, we tend often to discipline because we are irritated, not necessarily for the child's good. Not so with our Father. It's hard to accept, but He does this because of His love, not to punish or to vent anger. Let's be open to His correction and re-direction. He is far better than a GPS. And far more accurate, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you endure chastening, God deals with you as with sons; for what son is there whom a father does not chasten...For they [human fathers] indeed for a few days chastened us as seemed best to them, but He for our profit, that we may be partakers of His holiness..." (Hebrews 12:3-13)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-7996293534295464925?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7996293534295464925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-woodshed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/7996293534295464925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/7996293534295464925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-woodshed.html' title='A Trip to the Woodshed'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-5527164394664387584</id><published>2009-11-09T12:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:14:37.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL Future for us Seniors</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The REAL Future for Us Senior Citizens&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;What is the best thing about aging, i.e. getting old? Why the Future, of course! I don’t know how people face the future—or the present—without a relationship with our Lord and Savior. Many Christians find the Bible boring or too difficult to understand. However, if they applied the same effort to studying it as they did to getting their college degree, or perhaps learning a vocation or skill, they would discover that &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what was confusing has been turned into food for their souls, kind of like the miracle of the water into wine that Jesus performed. They would also get glimpses of the wonderful future which awaits them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; At times my body—which in turn affects my thinking—sits and stares and comments about any proposed work project “There ain’t no way!” Actually this isn’t just about “work projects”, but also, occasionally, about any activity whatsoever. Various disease processes interfere with life. Add this to the knowledge (and this is not morbidity at all) that I know that I have only X number of years left on this earth…..&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; But, what a future I look forward to! I have travelled out of the U.S. a few times, including to Russia on a mission trip, to South Africa to visit my son who was a missionary there. The anticipation of these adventures was very high. What new sites and sounds awaited me. Opportunities to meet new people in totally different cultures and environments. I went to South Africa in November. It was spring there! How beautiful. In Russia we visited orphanages, some in dire need of medical help we hoped to help provide. Then we went to the Kremlin and later picnicked in the Russian woods. Add to that the fellowship with&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christians on the other side of the world! Such adventures!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Far greater adventures await me in my Future. The greatest, of course, will be to meet&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my Savior, Jesus. But, think of the vistas to view, and what a culture! And, fellowship…?! Also, it is my personal belief that there will be many opportunities to share our testimony with others as we help them grow in this new place and they help us to advance, also. Think of the mysteries and knowledge that will be unfolded. Think of the possibilities of participating in other creative projects as well as viewing God’s past projects. I’m quite sure that I will find the library and then a garden to sit in and spend eternity catching up on my reading!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;“For the light affliction which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory. While we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1 Corinthians 4:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736246713588022111-5527164394664387584?l=marydarrellblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5527164394664387584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-future-for-us-senior-citizens-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/5527164394664387584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736246713588022111/posts/default/5527164394664387584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marydarrellblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-future-for-us-senior-citizens-what.html' title='The REAL Future for us Seniors'/><author><name>Mary Darrell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595031516964276082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736246713588022111.post-8759839666709428470</id><published>2009-10-29T18:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:20:15.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Prayers'/><title type='text'>What happens if we pray the wrong prayer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Recently I was hospitalized. My friends asked my church to pray, which they did. I ended up spending only 3 nights in the hospital. But beginning the first night God sent someone to me, a tech, who was intensely spiritually hungry. In fact, I have rarely seen anyone that obviously hungry. She stayed in the room 20-30 minutes and kept me talking about the Word and spiritual matters. After I came home there were other opportunities to minister to others, especially on the phone. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I wanted to thank everyone who prayed for me as well as letting you know the results. The account below tells about the first time I learned about "What happens if we pray the wrong prayer". Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salt Lake City was the latest "port" for the travelling Darrell family. My husband, Pat, went out each day and sold his products to support the family. Thus we were not limited from ministering in small churches. Salt Lake City, however, was certainly a challenge spiritually. But, then God answered the wrong prayers that people were praying for us!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing laundry is a part of life regardless of where or who you are. So, I went up to the laundromat at the KOA campground where we had parked our 32 foot trailer. To my amazement, one after the other, several women came up and spoke to me. Their faces and demeanor betrayed a great spiritual hunger. I was able to minister in some way to all who spoke to me. (These were Mormon women who were in Salt Lake to research their ancestors so that they could be baptized for them.) Puzzled, I wondered if all of these opening resulted from some recent increase in prayer on my part. Why this sudden rush of opportunities to share Jesus? That day, when my husband had finished his day he shared with me that he had stopped at a church and chatted with the pastor who then invited us to come and minister for a three-day weekend. And what a blessing those meetings were. What was happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved on from Salt Lake to the next stop on our itinerary and found mail waiting for us at the general post office. My sister handled our mail and would forward it according to our scheduled. She included was a letter from from her. Whe sounded greatly distressed and frightened about our well-being. It seems my brother in Seattle had received a phone call in the middle of the night from a crying women. He thought she said that she was "Mary" but he could never understand exactly what she was saying. Scared, he tried calling the police but they only asked him if he had a girlfriend named Mary! My sister had called her church which had--and still has--a 24/7 live prayer ministry going on. They began to pray in earnest for our safety asking God to protect us and turn around whatever terrible thing had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made some phone calls (no cell phones or personal computers in those days). After everyone was reassured that we were fine, we were left pondering about the whole matter. Finally, the "light" went on and we realized what had happened. God had taken all those prayers for our "protection" and safety into great open doors and freedom to minister to people for Him!! What a lesson this has been to me over the years. God knows whatever the need is and as people pray, even if it isn't exactly the "right" prayer it produces a surge of power and energy resulting in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time...  I hope to blog at least twice a month. 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