<?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-16943614</id><updated>2011-11-13T11:52:54.881-08:00</updated><category term='fam'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Capernwray'/><category term='travel'/><category term='storms'/><category term='books'/><category term='grace'/><category term='one another'/><category term='the world'/><category term='language'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='learning'/><category term='Deutschland'/><category term='Scotland'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='serving'/><category term='England'/><title type='text'>recordari</title><subtitle type='html'>.to remember.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5051139848069513717</id><published>2011-02-02T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:21:35.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Richly</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"...the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us richly..." - Titus 3:5-6&lt;/blockquote&gt;Imagine that: poured out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;richly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just lightly sprayed like mist from an ocean breeze. Not just sprinkled like droplets of rain. But poured out richly like a swimming pool dumped on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how the Holy Spirit is given to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5051139848069513717?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5051139848069513717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5051139848069513717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5051139848069513717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5051139848069513717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2011/02/richly.html' title='Richly'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-828869007436560033</id><published>2011-01-27T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:46:04.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>I Ask Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...so we speak, not to please man, but to please God..." - 1 Thessalonians 2:5&lt;/blockquote&gt;When I speak, do I care about pleasing God more than I care about pleasing man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-828869007436560033?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/828869007436560033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=828869007436560033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/828869007436560033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/828869007436560033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-ask-myself.html' title='I Ask Myself'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-8008348758035811660</id><published>2011-01-26T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:50:22.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>Certain Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"...let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe..." - Hebrews 12:28&lt;/blockquote&gt;Heaven is our home. For this eternal salvation and life with Him, we should continually thank and praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a certain hope. This future security should fill us with reverence and awe of the One who promises this for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-8008348758035811660?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/8008348758035811660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=8008348758035811660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8008348758035811660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8008348758035811660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2011/01/certain-hope.html' title='Certain Hope'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2087475780401391350</id><published>2011-01-22T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:52:29.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Don't Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't forget the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2087475780401391350?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2087475780401391350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2087475780401391350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2087475780401391350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2087475780401391350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-928573674912808792</id><published>2010-11-16T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:58:33.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Teach One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"teaching...one another..." - Colossians 3:16&lt;/blockquote&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/instruct-one-another.html"&gt;instructing&lt;/a&gt;, teaching should not come from ignorance, but "in all wisdom." Wise teaching stems from letting "the word of Christ dwell in you richly" (Colossians 3:16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verse continues "singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs." As the ESV Study Bible explains, these musical components are a means of teaching one another. Doctrinally-sound lyrics are a form of teaching God's truth. Could this then translate into other arts like biblically based literature and visual arts? There are many ways through which we can teach truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-928573674912808792?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/928573674912808792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=928573674912808792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/928573674912808792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/928573674912808792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/11/teach-one-another.html' title='Teach One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-584559805712742739</id><published>2010-11-14T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:46:19.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deutschland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Deutschkirche</title><content type='html'>This morning I attended church in German. I might not be able to understand everything, but it is wonderful to participate in worshiping God in another language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand just enough to know that we are praising the King of this world and that. I find such delight in having enough comprehension to be able to follow along with well-known passages from the gospels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-me-gusta-espanol.html"&gt;studied Spanish&lt;/a&gt;, learning German makes me think about the greatness of the God I serve. He overcomes language barriers and understands any tongue. Worshiping God is not reserved for any one language or people-group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ich glaube an Gott den Vater, den Allmächtigen, Schöpfer Himmels und der Erden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I believe in God, the Father Almighty, creator of heaven and earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- from the Apostles' Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-584559805712742739?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/584559805712742739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=584559805712742739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/584559805712742739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/584559805712742739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/11/deutschkirche.html' title='Deutschkirche'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-4357595601527227828</id><published>2010-11-13T21:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:16:20.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Be Devoted to One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Be devoted to one another..." - Romans 12:10 (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Being devoted to each other involves what the ESV translates as "lov[ing] one another with brotherly affection." It is faithful dedication. It is committed loyalty. It is sticking together through the colloquial "think and thin." It is loving despite hardships caused by a fellow brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The command to be devoted to one another comes in the midst of a passage full of descriptions of the Christian life. This is how we can please God. This is how we are to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-4357595601527227828?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/4357595601527227828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=4357595601527227828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4357595601527227828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4357595601527227828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/11/be-devoted-to-one-another.html' title='Be Devoted to One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2489735016005467189</id><published>2010-11-12T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:03:23.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Be Compassionate toward One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Be...compassionate to one another..." - Ephesians 4:32 (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to be others-focused, showing sympathy and kindness. In the ESV and NKJV, "compassionate" is translated as "tenderhearted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing tenderheartedness is something we should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; do. After specifically  addressing wives, then husbands, Peter broadens his audience to include "all of you," saying "have...a tender heart" (1 Peter  3:8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting compassionately is part of living the new life in Christ. We are to replace wrong living with righteous behavior. Our new lives are to be modeled after Christ; we are “to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness” (Ephesians 4:24). Being compassionate or tenderhearted is just one aspect of this righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although living "after the likeness of God" was already instructed, Paul further commands the Ephesians to "be imitators of God" (Ephesians 5:1). Being compassionate toward one another is closely connected with living a life that follows the example of and imitates God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2489735016005467189?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2489735016005467189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2489735016005467189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2489735016005467189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2489735016005467189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/11/be-compassionate-toward-one-another.html' title='Be Compassionate toward One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7204817086697539524</id><published>2010-11-09T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:30:44.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Be Patient with One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Be patient...with one another..." - Ephesians 4:2 (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to "walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which [we] have been called" (Ephesians 4:1). Patience is an attribute listed in the description of this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his letter to the Thessalonians, Paul lists three categories of  people and explains how to interact with them. "And we urge you,  brothers, admonish the idle, encourage the fainthearted, help the weak,  be patient with them all" (1 Thessalonians 5:14). Patience is the key in  each of these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is something that we are to "put on" (Colossians 3:12). It is not easy to always be patient; however, we are not alone in this. We receive help from the Spirit "in our weakness" (Romans 8:25): patience is an aspect of the Fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our patience reflects our love. "Love is patient" (1 Corinthians 13:4). Part of the way in which we love one another is through being patient toward one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7204817086697539524?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7204817086697539524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7204817086697539524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7204817086697539524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7204817086697539524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/11/be-patient-with-one-another.html' title='Be Patient with One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-593427508462157950</id><published>2010-11-05T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:07:08.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Remember, Remember</title><content type='html'>It's the fifth of November. A day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago at this time I was in England. At Capernwray last year the fifth of November was a day devoted to prayer.  I didn't turn on my computer. I didn't listen to my iPod. I didn't even knit. I had nothing to do but "Be still and know that [He is] God" (Psalm 46:10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remember not Guy Fawkes Day but a Day of Prayer, below is an excerpt from my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;5 November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've hardly said anything today. Most of my words have been directed toward God in song and prayer. It's strange to be around so many people, but really not be talking with them. Instead, I'm conversing with the One who is with me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was stunned once again that God Himself, the Holy Spirit would take up residence inside of me. How awe-inspiring and strange and wondrous. Apart from His grace I am unworthy. He, however, chose to make me His temple and dwelling place. May I be continually amazed by this fact and may it change the way I live my life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-593427508462157950?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/593427508462157950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=593427508462157950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/593427508462157950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/593427508462157950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-remember.html' title='Remember, Remember'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7057231770101843704</id><published>2010-11-04T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:24:55.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Serve One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"...serve one another." - Galatians 5:13&lt;/blockquote&gt;Our service toward each other stems from love. It is "through love" that we serve (Galatians 5:13). The visual imagery of wearing a glove comes into my mind. Although I may touch something while wearing a glove, it is not actually my skin that touches the object. It is the fabric of the glove through which I touch that truly comes into contact with the object. Love should make up the fabric of the proverbial glove of service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving also stems from freedom. Paul emphasizes the importance of how we use our freedom. Although we could easily use it for selfish purposes, Paul encourages the Galatians to seek loving service toward one another. We should follow Paul's example who said, "though I am free from all, I have made myself a servant to all, that I might win more of them" (1 Corinthians 9:19). Paul knows that he can be more effective if he uses his freedom to serve rather than be self-seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can we serve? As Christians, we have received spiritual gifts; we are to use our gifts as a means of serving each other. Doing so shows that we are being "good stewards of God's varied grace" (1 Peter 4:10). Rather than basing service on our own ability, our serving comes "by the strength that God supplies" (1 Peter 4:11). God gives us the gifts to use and gives us the strength we need to use them. When we use our gifts to serve others, we glorify God, to whom "belong glory and dominion forever and ever" (1 Peter 4:11).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7057231770101843704?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7057231770101843704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7057231770101843704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7057231770101843704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7057231770101843704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/11/serve-one-another.html' title='Serve One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-4245152854142130128</id><published>2010-10-31T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:16:04.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Concerning Peace</title><content type='html'>Becoming more godly involves peace. As well as pursuing &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/be-at-peace-with-one-another.html"&gt;peace with one another&lt;/a&gt;, we receive it from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus told His disciples that God would send the Holy Spirit after His own departure. Jesus also promised to leave peace with them. This is not worldly peace, but His own peace (John 14:26-27). Our peace with God comes through Jesus (Romans 5:1) and "the blood of his cross" (Colossians 1:20).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This peace is authoritative and protective. We are to "let the peace of Christ rule in [our] hearts" (Colossians 3:15). We need not be anxious "about anything," but give all our requests to God; His peace, "which surpasses all understanding, will guard [our] hearts and [our] minds in Christ Jesus" (Philippians 4:6-7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is revealed in our lives as an aspect of the Fruit of the Spirit  (Galatians 5:22). As my favourite Psalm also states, we are to "seek  peace and pursue it" (34:14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that all three Persons in the Trinity are characterized as having the attribute of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God the Father is referred to as "the God of love and peace" (2 Corinthians 13:11).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God the Son is titled "the Prince of Peace" (Isaiah 9:6).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God  the Spirit gives us peace. "For the kingdom of God is not a matter of  eating and drinking but of  righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy  Spirit" (Romans 14:17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-4245152854142130128?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/4245152854142130128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=4245152854142130128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4245152854142130128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4245152854142130128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/concerning-peace.html' title='Concerning Peace'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5486870493946204677</id><published>2010-10-29T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:03:29.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am so overwhelmed with the blessings in my life that I just sit on the kitchen floor and say 'Thank You.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Oh, magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together!' - Psalm 34:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5486870493946204677?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5486870493946204677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5486870493946204677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5486870493946204677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5486870493946204677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6259137160967133621</id><published>2010-10-28T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:45:03.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Be at Peace with One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"...be at peace with one another." - Mark 9:50&lt;/blockquote&gt;Peace is connected to agreeing with each other (2 Corinthians 13:11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After commanding the Thessalonian believers to respect and esteem those with authority, Paul tells them to "be at peace among yourselves" (1 Thessalonians 5:13). Where tensions could easily arise, we must be especially diligent at working toward peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is another attribute that does not simply come; we must "pursue what makes for peace" (Romans 14:19). Recognizing the difficulty of doing so, Paul writes to the Romans, "If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all" (12:18). It might be hard to attain, but we should nevertheless "strive for peace with everyone" (Hebrews 4:14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing so results in closer communion with God. We are to "live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with [us]" (2 Corinthians 13:11).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6259137160967133621?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6259137160967133621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6259137160967133621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6259137160967133621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6259137160967133621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/be-at-peace-with-one-another.html' title='Be at Peace with One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7831787552682313168</id><published>2010-10-25T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:14:42.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Be Kind to One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Be kind to one another..." - Ephesians 4:32&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to "put away" characteristics like bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, slander and malice (Ephesians 4:31). Instead, we should act with kindness toward each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness stems from remembering God's grace toward us. This attribute is one aspect of the Fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23). Our character becomes more like God's character as we develop our relationship with Him and are indwelt by His Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behaving kindly, however, is not passive. To the contrary,Colossians 3:12 says we are to "put on...kindness." It is something that we actively have to choose to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7831787552682313168?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7831787552682313168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7831787552682313168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7831787552682313168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7831787552682313168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/be-kind-to-one-another.html' title='Be Kind to One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-9090659743139646979</id><published>2010-10-24T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:14:55.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Nothing on Earth...</title><content type='html'>Not the Austrian Alps.&lt;br /&gt;Not the Sistine Chapel.&lt;br /&gt;Not the Yorkshire Dales.&lt;br /&gt;Not the sculpture of Michelangelo.&lt;br /&gt;Not the Scottish Lochs.&lt;br /&gt;Not the Lindisfarne Gospels.&lt;br /&gt;Not the islands of Greece.&lt;br /&gt;Not the paintings of Monet.&lt;br /&gt;Not the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen some beautiful things on this earth, but "nothing on earth is as beautiful as You."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-9090659743139646979?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/9090659743139646979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=9090659743139646979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/9090659743139646979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/9090659743139646979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-on-earth.html' title='Nothing on Earth...'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2761713026091085363</id><published>2010-10-22T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:02:17.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Build Up One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"...build one another up..." - 1 Thessalonians 5:11&lt;/blockquote&gt;Building up is closely linked with encouraging one another. As &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/encourage-one-another.html"&gt;previously written&lt;/a&gt;, this has to do with our hope of heaven and life in Christ. What a reminder that "whether we are awake or asleep we...live with Him" (5:10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to "pursue what makes for...mutual upbuilding" (Romans 14:19). "Pursue" is an active verb that requires actually doing something. As the surrounding verses explain, we build each other up through acting selflessly and not putting hindrances in the way of a weaker Christian. In order to build up someone weaker, "let each of us please his neighbor for his good" (Romans 15:2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building up also relates to the use of spiritual gifts. Specifically regarding tongues, Paul writes that we should "strive to excel in building up the church" (1 Corinthians 14:12). How different would our churches look if we did exactly that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2761713026091085363?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2761713026091085363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2761713026091085363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2761713026091085363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2761713026091085363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/build-up-one-another.html' title='Build Up One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5996639783947639325</id><published>2010-10-21T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:32:39.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Stir Up One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Stir up one another..." - Hebrews 10:24&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to "consider" how we can stir one another up. This means to actively think about others and how to encourage and excite them (through "&lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/search/Hebrews+10%3A25/"&gt;meeting together&lt;/a&gt;," in our manner of &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/speak-to-one-another.html"&gt;speaking&lt;/a&gt; to one another, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not aimlessly stir each other up, but do so with purpose. Intentionally, we should encourage one another toward "love and good works."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5996639783947639325?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5996639783947639325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5996639783947639325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5996639783947639325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5996639783947639325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/stir-up-one-another.html' title='Stir Up One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-3086168474615261910</id><published>2010-10-20T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:22:07.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Instruct One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"...instruct one another." - Romans 15:14&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to instruct one another with knowledge. This instruction should not be ignorant, but should stem from ability and competence (as translated in the ESV and NIV respectively).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to pair instruction with love. Imparting knowledge without love is annoying and counts for "nothing" (1 Corinthians 13:2). Used poorly, "this 'knowledge' puffs up, but love builds up" (1 Corinthians 8:1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not simply instructing, but how this instructing is carried out is vital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-3086168474615261910?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/3086168474615261910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=3086168474615261910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3086168474615261910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3086168474615261910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/instruct-one-another.html' title='Instruct One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7679160225213333449</id><published>2010-10-18T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:14:45.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Be Hospitable to One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Show hospitality to one another..." - 1 Peter 4:9&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to show hospitality "without grumbling" [which is much harder to do than with complaining]. Furthermore, we should not be passive about it, but actively "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seek&lt;/span&gt; to show hospitality" to each other (Romans 13:13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although "one another" may focus on other believers, the author of Hebrews states that some who have shown hospitality to strangers "have entertained angels unawares" (Hebrews 13:2). To me, that sounds pretty exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7679160225213333449?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7679160225213333449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7679160225213333449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7679160225213333449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7679160225213333449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/be-hospitable-to-one-another.html' title='Be Hospitable to One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-4806545358938490101</id><published>2010-10-17T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:01:29.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Submit to One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Submitting to one another..." - Ephesians 5:19&lt;/blockquote&gt;Part of wisely walking in the Spirit is submitting to one another, specifically the authorities God has placed in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for doing this is "out of reverence for Christ." Honouring Christ should be the main goal of our actions, rather than just seeking the favour of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-4806545358938490101?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/4806545358938490101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=4806545358938490101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4806545358938490101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4806545358938490101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/submit-to-one-another.html' title='Submit to One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7442633578149014458</id><published>2010-10-16T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:01:13.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Speak to One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Speak to one another..." - Ephesians 5:19 (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;We should not simply have idle conversation, but speak together "in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs...giving thanks always and for everything to God..." (Ephesians 5:19-20).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This manner of talking results from being continually filled with the Holy Spirit. Paul contrasts this with being filled with alcohol, "which leads to debauchery" (5:18).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation should "be done for building up" (1 Corinthians 14:26). We should seek opportunities to speak to one another in a godly way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7442633578149014458?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7442633578149014458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7442633578149014458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7442633578149014458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7442633578149014458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/speak-to-one-another.html' title='Speak to One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2643199466479176034</id><published>2010-10-15T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:24:36.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Forgive One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Forgive...one another..." - Colossians 3:13 (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;In the preceding verses, Paul lists numerous sinful deeds and characteristics, saying, "in these too you once walked" (3:7). He encourages the Colossians to rid themselves of this behaviour, replacing it with godly attributes. Like us, the Colossians were sinners, saved by the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, grace toward one another is necessary. We are to forgive each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul writes, "as the Lord has forgiven  you, so you also must forgive" (3:13). Christ demonstrates forgiveness  toward us; likewise, we are to forgive others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2643199466479176034?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2643199466479176034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2643199466479176034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2643199466479176034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2643199466479176034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/forgive-one-another.html' title='Forgive One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5060363322433299354</id><published>2010-10-14T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:15:25.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Honour One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Honor one another above yourselves." - Romans 12:10 (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to honor one another more than we seek to be honored. The ESV is translated, "Outdo one another in showing honor." It is like a competition; instead of "Who can do the most push ups?" it is "Who can show the most honor?" This competition, however, does not stem from rivalry or seeking the honored title of being "Most Honoring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to humbly consider others "more significant" than ourselves and honor them by guarding their interests as we guard our own (Philippians 2:3-4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Paul writes, we are to give honor to those "to whom honor is owed" (Romans 13:7). We should not let an opportunity slip past to honor those who deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter goes further, commanding, "Honor everyone" (1 Peter 2:17). All men deserve respect. We should seek to treat everyone in a manner that honors them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5060363322433299354?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5060363322433299354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5060363322433299354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5060363322433299354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5060363322433299354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/honour-one-another.html' title='Honour One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-3780435918958202629</id><published>2010-10-13T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:52:46.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Comfort One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"...comfort one another..." - 2 Corinthians 13:11&lt;/blockquote&gt;In the midst of instructing the Corinthians to seek restoration, agreement, and peace, Paul tells the believers to comfort one another. Although we may be experiencing various struggles (even with fellow Christians), we can and should be a comfort to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Paul closes this letter by speaking of comforting each other, so he opened the book: it is the "God of all comfort,  who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God" (2 Corinthians 1:3-4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have noticed, that is a lot of comfort. God is our source of comfort. One of the reasons He comforts us is in order to give us the ability to share that comfort with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-3780435918958202629?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/3780435918958202629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=3780435918958202629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3780435918958202629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3780435918958202629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/comfort-one-another.html' title='Comfort One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6290831015602192724</id><published>2010-10-12T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:01:27.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Greet One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Greet one another..." - Romans 16:16&lt;/blockquote&gt;Often in the closing verses of a book, Paul and others encourage their readers to "Greet one another" (1 Corinthians 16:20; 2 Corinthians 13:12; 1 Peter 5:14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supplemented by giving "a holy kiss" or "a kiss of love." Culturally, a kiss may not be appropriate, but we can still greet one another in a holy and loving manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of ignoring others, we should purposefully involve them in our lives through simply greeting and perhaps physically demonstrating our brotherly love and holiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6290831015602192724?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6290831015602192724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6290831015602192724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6290831015602192724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6290831015602192724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/greet-one-another.html' title='Greet One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5294170354154964516</id><published>2010-10-11T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:15:43.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Live in Harmony with One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Live in harmony with one another..." - Romans 12:16&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to live in harmony with one another, having a "unity of mind" (1 Peter 3:8). It is "the God of endurance and encouragement" who gives us the ability to live in this manner (Romans 15:5). With His grace as our example, we can be gracious to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for living in harmony is so "that together you may with one voice glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ" (Romans 15:6). It is all about honouring God with our behaviour toward each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5294170354154964516?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5294170354154964516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5294170354154964516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5294170354154964516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5294170354154964516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/live-in-harmony-with-one-another.html' title='Live in Harmony with One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-382549223776105091</id><published>2010-10-09T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:47:59.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Accept One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God." - Romans 15:7 (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to accept one another, specifically those who are weaker. This acceptance is not begrudgingly saying someone is okay,  but involves joyfully receiving, seeking to please and build each other up. Like guests into our homes, the English Standard Version says we are to "welcome one another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ is our example. Although it may be hard to accept some individuals, think of the greater act of God accepting and welcoming us, sinners to become His children. It is not based on our merit, but on God's abounding love that we are accepted. It is not based on their merit, but on God's abounding love that we accept others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not to accept one another simply because it is something we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do; instead, we should do it "for the glory of God" (Romans 15:7, ESV). What we do reflects our beliefs about God. Our behaviour toward others either honours or dishonours God. An act of acceptance toward one another is an act of praise toward God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-382549223776105091?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/382549223776105091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=382549223776105091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/382549223776105091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/382549223776105091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/accept-one-another.html' title='Accept One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-777802172721198060</id><published>2010-10-08T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:23:00.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Exhort One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"But exhort one another every day..." - Hebrews 3:13&lt;/blockquote&gt;We can help keep each other accountable by exhorting one another. Temptations to unbelief, falling away, hardness of heart, and sin come daily. Exhortations must also come daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-777802172721198060?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/777802172721198060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=777802172721198060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/777802172721198060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/777802172721198060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/exhort-one-another.html' title='Exhort One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7280108790536994696</id><published>2010-10-07T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:53:58.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Encourage One Another</title><content type='html'>We are not without hope. Christ will return. The dead will live. All believers will join Him. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Therefore encourage one another with these words." - 1 Thessalonians 4:18&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are to encourage one another with the hope of heaven. We will live with Christ forever! What could be a more encouraging motivation than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to continually encourage one another "all the more as you see the Day [of Christ's return] drawing near" (Hebrews 10:25).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7280108790536994696?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7280108790536994696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7280108790536994696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7280108790536994696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7280108790536994696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/10/encourage-one-another.html' title='Encourage One Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-8649885927589950888</id><published>2010-09-25T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:09:55.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Capern-versary</title><content type='html'>One year ago today I embarked upon a grand adventure. &lt;p&gt;Searching for my seat, lyrics ran through my head: "I'm leaving on a jet plane; don't know when I'll be back again." The words were literal. Untold hours later, I had flown across a continent and an ocean. I was in England.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I spent the next nine months studying at Capernwray Hall Bible School, learning, building friendships, growing, traveling, and having adventures. How can I express in words all that occurred during those nine months?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TJ457WEXv1I/AAAAAAAABRc/jrAvN_4LBAw/s1600/DSCN5671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TJ457WEXv1I/AAAAAAAABRc/jrAvN_4LBAw/s400/DSCN5671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520913884901785426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, another group of students will have arrived at the castle, jet-lagged but excited. What a year they have ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Remember the wondrous works that He has done..." -Psalm 105:5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-8649885927589950888?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/8649885927589950888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=8649885927589950888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8649885927589950888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8649885927589950888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/09/capern-versary.html' title='Capern-versary'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TJ457WEXv1I/AAAAAAAABRc/jrAvN_4LBAw/s72-c/DSCN5671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-3951801617626792170</id><published>2010-08-13T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T19:18:40.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Listen for Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Over the past couple of days, my readings in Proverbs have stirred me to contemplate listening to the wisdom of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often, I think I know something. In pride, I don't want to lose face by asking for help or admitting that someone else is more knowledgeable in a particular area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This habit is foolish. I need to be open to what I can learn from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitting that I have something to learn is not admitting stupidity; it is showing &lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/Proverbs%2B12.15/"&gt;wisdom&lt;/a&gt;. Instead of showing a lack of knowledge, a desire to learn shows &lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/search/Proverbs+13%3A1/"&gt;wisdom&lt;/a&gt;. Rather than remaining satisfied with a low level of competence, a willingness to receive advice shows &lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/search/Proverbs+13.10/"&gt;wisdom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of acting smart, I need to listen and develop wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-3951801617626792170?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/3951801617626792170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=3951801617626792170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3951801617626792170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3951801617626792170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/08/listen-for-wisdom.html' title='Listen for Wisdom'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5426810870653133237</id><published>2010-07-23T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:58:56.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Aware</title><content type='html'>I want to increase my awareness of God. To live as though He is present at all times. To think about Him regardless of what I am doing. To do everything with the perspective of doing it for Him. To truly have Jesus as my &lt;a href="http://www.liesyoungwomenbelieve.com/index.php?id=536"&gt;centre&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill my mind, my heart, my life with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I want to "take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ" (2 Corinthians 10:5).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5426810870653133237?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5426810870653133237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5426810870653133237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5426810870653133237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5426810870653133237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/07/aware.html' title='Aware'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2215461822831288075</id><published>2010-07-22T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:37:34.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>I want things to work right. I want them to be right on the first try. I want it to be easy. I want it to be good and happy and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shelves get dusty again. My clothes get unorganised again. My desk gets cluttered again. I waste time. I get frustrated. I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to jump to the part where happily ever after happens, but I am in the middle of the story where things are messy and sometimes unpleasant and don't go right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where learning happens. Where character is forged. Where progress is made. It might be slow, but when I look back I see the progress. There is much more to be accomplished, but there is progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a work in progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2215461822831288075?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2215461822831288075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2215461822831288075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2215461822831288075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2215461822831288075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/07/work-in-progress_22.html' title='Work in Progress'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5851499429770590724</id><published>2010-07-20T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:01:54.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>On Sunday evening, I read a play by A.A. Milne [most notably known for writing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;] called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success&lt;/span&gt;. I keep thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narrative questions the meaning of success by highlighting the life of a seemingly very successful man. R. Selby Mannock has it all: an excellent career, wealth, a handsome wife, daughters who have married well, power, fame, respect, and surely a future that will bring only more success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Mannock encounters a childhood friend whose life contrasts sharply with his own. This second man doesn't have all the nice things: he doesn't have riches, fame, or power; he has to work hard for a living; his only son died in the war. He lives an ordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This childhood friend, however, has something Mannock does not. He does what he truly loves. He is married to the woman he truly loves. He sacrificed for the country he truly loves. He lives with satisfaction and he lives with the hope of heavenly reunions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is successful? The man who pursued it and found "it closes in on you"? (p.61). Or the man who lived a hard life, but one full of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live a life in which I find myself saying, "I've thrown them away--all the lovely things of life, all the precious things. I've thrown them away--for nothing" (p.61).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5851499429770590724?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5851499429770590724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5851499429770590724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5851499429770590724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5851499429770590724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/07/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6124841018741856521</id><published>2010-07-13T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:03:46.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deutschland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>German Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because every time I see a clock tower, I think of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://greenleavesofpaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-x6NsEwI/AAAAAAAABHY/OMrAKJjzbCE/s1600/Heidel01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-x6NsEwI/AAAAAAAABHY/OMrAKJjzbCE/s400/Heidel01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493545778878878466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heidelberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-xEoMxNI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4sk_fpOX6EQ/s1600/Bodensee01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-xEoMxNI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4sk_fpOX6EQ/s400/Bodensee01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493545764494558418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friedrichshafen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-yUBJCbI/AAAAAAAABHg/4EDvISlK2dw/s1600/Konst01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-yUBJCbI/AAAAAAAABHg/4EDvISlK2dw/s400/Konst01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493545785805572530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Konstanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-zKWG-2I/AAAAAAAABHo/A6he6cKO-4g/s1600/Lindau01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-zKWG-2I/AAAAAAAABHo/A6he6cKO-4g/s400/Lindau01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493545800389032802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-z6jndxI/AAAAAAAABHw/_eJzuGTDPgs/s1600/Neckar01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-z6jndxI/AAAAAAAABHw/_eJzuGTDPgs/s400/Neckar01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493545813330589458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neckarwestheim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[plus a few &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/palindromefaith/ClockTowers#"&gt;more&lt;/a&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/16943614-6124841018741856521?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6124841018741856521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6124841018741856521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6124841018741856521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6124841018741856521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/07/german-time.html' title='German Time'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/TDz-x6NsEwI/AAAAAAAABHY/OMrAKJjzbCE/s72-c/Heidel01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-3532664344276991929</id><published>2010-07-12T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:15:48.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Present, Past, and Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty” (Revelation 1:8).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I generally focus on what God has already done or look forward to what He is going to do. I forget that He is working &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God has done something in the past&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We are instructed to remember these wondrous works (&lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/Psalm+105.5/" _cke_saved_href="/Psalm+105.5/"&gt;Psalm 105:5&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God is going to do something in the future&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Because of this we have surety and hope (&lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/Proverbs+23.18/" _cke_saved_href="/Proverbs+23.18/"&gt;Proverbs 23:18&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God is also doing something in the present. He does something new right now (&lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/search/Isaiah+43%3A19/"&gt;Isaiah 43:19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At all times, God is at work -- past, future, and even at this moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am to live with &lt;strong&gt;remembrance&lt;/strong&gt;, with &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;, and with the knowledge that &lt;strong&gt;now &lt;/strong&gt;matters too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-3532664344276991929?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/3532664344276991929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=3532664344276991929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3532664344276991929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3532664344276991929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/07/present-past-and-future.html' title='Present, Past, and Future'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5101999078167542824</id><published>2010-03-15T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:46:52.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Sick.</title><content type='html'>Just a cold, but it is still annoyingly disruptive for the end of the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sick, my focus shifts; the fact I am sick becomes the center of my attention and consumes me. It changes the way I think, respond, and act. I live differently because I am ill. People around me can see the difference and know I am sick.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering this made me think about my relationship with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my life as His follower to affect me like sickness does. I want Jesus to be my focus, the center of my attention, the thing that consumes me. Christianity should change the way I think, respond, and act. I should live differently because of my relationship with Jesus. People around me should see the difference in my life and know I am a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*The perk of being sick is that I feel so well taken care of. My friends are giving me tea, fruit, vitamins, and medicine. Throughout the day, I am asked as to the state of my well-being and encouraged to get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5101999078167542824?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5101999078167542824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5101999078167542824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5101999078167542824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5101999078167542824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-sick.html' title='I am Sick.'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-3327930641006375250</id><published>2010-03-13T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:50:17.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Sunshine and the Sea Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kintyre, Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S5vPP-UVu-I/AAAAAAAABGg/b9xMQj8T8NE/s1600-h/DSCN7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S5vPP-UVu-I/AAAAAAAABGg/b9xMQj8T8NE/s400/DSCN7854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448176047568042978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kilbrannan Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S5vPPY27cpI/AAAAAAAABGY/goWKvJdOamw/s1600-h/DSCN7823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S5vPPY27cpI/AAAAAAAABGY/goWKvJdOamw/s400/DSCN7823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448176037512573586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kildalloig Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S5vPOnHk3jI/AAAAAAAABGQ/NwGpbMMGB4c/s1600-h/DSCN7827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S5vPOnHk3jI/AAAAAAAABGQ/NwGpbMMGB4c/s400/DSCN7827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448176024160624178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atop Davaar Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S5vPOD2uV3I/AAAAAAAABGI/NzoNwL8Lou4/s1600-h/DSCN7907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S5vPOD2uV3I/AAAAAAAABGI/NzoNwL8Lou4/s400/DSCN7907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448176014694700914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atlantic Ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/16943614-3327930641006375250?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/3327930641006375250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=3327930641006375250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3327930641006375250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3327930641006375250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunshine-and-sea-revisited.html' title='Sunshine and the Sea Revisited'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S5vPP-UVu-I/AAAAAAAABGg/b9xMQj8T8NE/s72-c/DSCN7854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7372956921377404420</id><published>2010-02-12T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:24:10.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Sunshine and the Sea</title><content type='html'>Six hours of driving (north, then west, then south) along winding roads might be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S3bDks7XlSI/AAAAAAAABGA/anww2FVlDUQ/s1600-h/DSCN7536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S3bDks7XlSI/AAAAAAAABGA/anww2FVlDUQ/s400/DSCN7536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437748635399329058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kintyre, Scotland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7372956921377404420?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7372956921377404420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7372956921377404420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7372956921377404420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7372956921377404420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunshine-and-sea.html' title='Sunshine and the Sea'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/S3bDks7XlSI/AAAAAAAABGA/anww2FVlDUQ/s72-c/DSCN7536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2066910947834830128</id><published>2010-02-06T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:55:55.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Picturing Grace</title><content type='html'>At Capernwray, half of the school attends a seminar on Friday while the other half works. The next week, they switch. I am on the team that listens to the seminar first.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, however, I missed the seminar due to leaving for my outreach in the morning. I enjoy listening to the speaker, so was disappointed to miss it. Yesterday, while the other team attended the seminar, my team had work day.&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to request to go to the seminar, but the rota had already been made and I was needed to help with the duties. My job would be working on some craft projects. I know I cannot skip, and honestly do not mind doing the work, but I still wanted to go to the seminar rather than attempt to listen to the recording.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, prepared to do my duty, I went early to talk to my supervisor. Upon briefly explaining my situation, she immediately said, “Go to the seminar!” Expressing my thankfulness, I hurried to the conference hall. All I could think was, “Thank You, Jesus!” This is an illustration of God’s grace to me. My request could easily have been rejected. There was no reason I should skip work, but my supervisor allowed it. She didn’t even want me to make up the work later. There is no reason God should forgive my sin, but He did. I cannot earn God's favour, it is freely given.&lt;br /&gt;I think I enjoyed the seminar even more than I would have otherwise. Knowing I could have missed it increased my gratefulness to attend. I was glad to be there and very encouraged by it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2066910947834830128?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2066910947834830128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2066910947834830128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2066910947834830128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2066910947834830128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/02/picturing-grace.html' title='Picturing Grace'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-4111139892733150987</id><published>2010-01-28T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:19:47.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Having to do with Weather</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creation’s revealing His majesty&lt;/span&gt;,” declare the lyrics of the song “Indescribable” by Chris Tomlin and Louie Giglio. In concurrence, Romans 1:20 states that God’s “invisible attributes…have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made…” The last several chapters of Job depict this, enlarging my view of how the elements and creation bring glory to God and reveal the Creator’s power.&lt;br /&gt;    Elihu, Job’s friend, describes various aspects of the weather, using each one to point to God. He expresses rain as “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; mighty downpour” (Job 37:6) and says, “By the breath of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; ice is given…” (Job 37:10). The clouds and lightening “turn around and around by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; guidance, to accomplish all that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; commands them on the face of the habitable world” (Job 37:12). Concerning lightening, Elihu additionally proclaims, “its crashing declares his presence” (Job 36:33).&lt;br /&gt;After recounting each of these weather conditions, Elihu exhorts Job to “consider the wondrous works of God” and rightly asserts that “God is clothed with awesome majesty…he is great in power” (Job 37:14, 22-23). As the Creator, God formed the elements and has dominion over them. The book of Job shows that He is immanent, directly involved with creation. Like the psalmist relates, “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork” (Psalm 19:1).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-4111139892733150987?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/4111139892733150987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=4111139892733150987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4111139892733150987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4111139892733150987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2010/01/having-to-do-with-weather.html' title='Having to do with Weather'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5224522508072566622</id><published>2009-12-24T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:46:27.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>Concerning Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do you give the horse his might?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you clothes his neck with a mane?&lt;br /&gt;Do you make him leap like the locust?&lt;br /&gt;His majestic snorting is terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;He paws in the valley and exults in his strength..."&lt;br /&gt;- Job 39:19-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SzPe5XR8NRI/AAAAAAAABFw/B4o-8P8kPJU/s1600-h/horses01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SzPe5XR8NRI/AAAAAAAABFw/B4o-8P8kPJU/s400/horses01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418919853740012818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"His delight is not in the strength of the horse...&lt;br /&gt;but the LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him,&lt;br /&gt;in those who hope in his steadfast love."&lt;br /&gt;-Psalm 147:10-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SzPe50gP_-I/AAAAAAAABF4/mXkTJCUuAR8/s1600-h/horse_ruins01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SzPe50gP_-I/AAAAAAAABF4/mXkTJCUuAR8/s400/horse_ruins01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418919861584658402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5224522508072566622?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5224522508072566622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5224522508072566622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5224522508072566622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5224522508072566622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/12/concerning-horses.html' title='Concerning Horses'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SzPe5XR8NRI/AAAAAAAABFw/B4o-8P8kPJU/s72-c/horses01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-1871362116429012622</id><published>2009-12-20T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:20:17.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>Most of the students left to travel or have gone home for Christmas. Here at the castle, it is only those who will stay over winter break to work as staff for the holiday conferences. Last week, as all the students packed and cleaned for the break, we were delighted by a flurry of snow. That flurry was just the sneak preview. This morning we awoke to the real thing coming down. It continued all morning leaving us with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/Sy5LPv-Wx4I/AAAAAAAABFo/Lkx9NZ6AIfg/s1600-h/DSCN6850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/Sy5LPv-Wx4I/AAAAAAAABFo/Lkx9NZ6AIfg/s400/DSCN6850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417350135721412482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I live in Narnia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-1871362116429012622?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/1871362116429012622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=1871362116429012622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1871362116429012622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1871362116429012622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/Sy5LPv-Wx4I/AAAAAAAABFo/Lkx9NZ6AIfg/s72-c/DSCN6850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5901708267829727322</id><published>2009-12-13T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:50:07.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>To the Ruins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[directions in the form of prepositional phrases.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the gate,&lt;br /&gt;Up the road,&lt;br /&gt;Over the fence,&lt;br /&gt;Onto the footpath,&lt;br /&gt;Between the branches,&lt;br /&gt;Through the mud,&lt;br /&gt;Across the field,&lt;br /&gt;Toward the horses,&lt;br /&gt;Beside the hedge,&lt;br /&gt;Past the dirt mounds,&lt;br /&gt;Along the trail,&lt;br /&gt;Around the bend,&lt;br /&gt;Into the yard,&lt;br /&gt;Near the shed,&lt;br /&gt;Until the stream,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the bridge,&lt;br /&gt;[turn at the bathtub,]&lt;br /&gt;By the sheep,&lt;br /&gt;Atop the hill,&lt;br /&gt;Amid the trees,&lt;br /&gt;To the ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SyVfvC6qRTI/AAAAAAAABFg/YweTMCG49k0/s1600-h/ruinHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SyVfvC6qRTI/AAAAAAAABFg/YweTMCG49k0/s400/ruinHill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414839388824290610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[of what, we are not certain.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for a Saturday of sunshine and good company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5901708267829727322?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5901708267829727322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5901708267829727322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5901708267829727322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5901708267829727322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-ruins.html' title='To the Ruins'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SyVfvC6qRTI/AAAAAAAABFg/YweTMCG49k0/s72-c/ruinHill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2427683991688741109</id><published>2009-12-06T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:18:23.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>2.0</title><content type='html'>It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs046.snc3/13340_194811996500_666456500_3510246_876001_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 279px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs046.snc3/13340_194811996500_666456500_3510246_876001_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Thanks for being our chauffeur and photographer, Norbert.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with staying up until midnight the night before, waking up to a sign that read, "Happy Birthday, Hannah!", many similar wishes at breakfast and throughout the day [plenty of hugs too], opening parcels from the fam and presents from the roommates,  a seminar on finances during which I was crowned with a lovely tiara [and not allowed to remove it nearly the entire day], lunch at The White Eagle [BBQ chicken, chips, and salad], Cricket practice in the afternoon [no new bruises, which is great because I still have some from last week], standing on my chair while everybody sagn to me at tea [they nearly forgot], finding notes and gifts every time I checked my pigeon hole [which was frequently], practicing the Christmas programme [knitting during the scenes without me], "baking" in the microwave [digestives and Mars Bars!], talking with the family, watching You've Got Mail, and staying up until midnight again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2427683991688741109?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2427683991688741109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2427683991688741109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2427683991688741109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2427683991688741109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/12/20.html' title='2.0'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-477722476364970212</id><published>2009-11-29T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:55:58.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>Queue Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SxKnHAcQlzI/AAAAAAAABFM/ikWP1Gv_hZw/s1600/cows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SxKnHAcQlzI/AAAAAAAABFM/ikWP1Gv_hZw/s400/cows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409569841244837682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, the cows stand in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SxKnG8zOgsI/AAAAAAAABFE/zOO1QWY7ywQ/s1600/sheep01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SxKnG8zOgsI/AAAAAAAABFE/zOO1QWY7ywQ/s400/sheep01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409569840267428546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, the sheep do too.&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/16943614-477722476364970212?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/477722476364970212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=477722476364970212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/477722476364970212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/477722476364970212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/11/queue-up.html' title='Queue Up'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SxKnHAcQlzI/AAAAAAAABFM/ikWP1Gv_hZw/s72-c/cows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-677792962876437764</id><published>2009-11-27T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:58:22.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving Back</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is a different sort of celebration this year. I am in a foreign land that doesn’t observe the American holiday. I am apart from my family. Many of the traditions will not take place today. Lectures took place as normal. In many ways, it feels just like another day.&lt;br /&gt;This divergence from my usual festivity is difficult, but it is also good. The change and lack of traditions makes me think more about the reason to celebrate. I have so many reasons to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Especially this reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SxECLtCX-NI/AAAAAAAABE8/DIHCLB4NJaM/s1600/Entryway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SxECLtCX-NI/AAAAAAAABE8/DIHCLB4NJaM/s400/Entryway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409107027540048082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-677792962876437764?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/677792962876437764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=677792962876437764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/677792962876437764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/677792962876437764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-back.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving Back'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SxECLtCX-NI/AAAAAAAABE8/DIHCLB4NJaM/s72-c/Entryway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-1097518258651711833</id><published>2009-11-17T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:50:45.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Capernwray Panthers</title><content type='html'>I never thought I could like a sport more than Ultimate Frisbee, but Cricket may be that sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SwLDWSSispI/AAAAAAAABC4/SQX96WSIfYM/s1600/bat01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SwLDWSSispI/AAAAAAAABC4/SQX96WSIfYM/s400/bat01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405097290432164498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bat and Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am officially on one of two school teams, the Capernwray Panthers. We lost the match last night to the top team in our league, but did win our first game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SwLDW-PMbKI/AAAAAAAABDA/5xkKh4Xs5Gk/s1600/wicket01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SwLDW-PMbKI/AAAAAAAABDA/5xkKh4Xs5Gk/s400/wicket01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405097302229281954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Wicket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-1097518258651711833?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/1097518258651711833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=1097518258651711833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1097518258651711833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1097518258651711833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/11/capernwray-panthers.html' title='Capernwray Panthers'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SwLDWSSispI/AAAAAAAABC4/SQX96WSIfYM/s72-c/bat01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5046612596841773661</id><published>2009-11-07T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:59:05.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Clock Towers of Edinburgh</title><content type='html'>This is for you, &lt;a href="http://greenleavesofpaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lady Greenleaf&lt;/a&gt;. Every time I see a clock tower I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWCsa-c_vI/AAAAAAAABCY/MJabm6g8gXQ/s1600-h/DSCN5716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWCsa-c_vI/AAAAAAAABCY/MJabm6g8gXQ/s400/DSCN5716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401367027767901938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWGNhudULI/AAAAAAAABCg/WK_6g6BuZCc/s1600-h/DSCN5782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWGNhudULI/AAAAAAAABCg/WK_6g6BuZCc/s400/DSCN5782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401370895050428594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWAhI2Ao7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/dWfenNzB_ZM/s1600-h/DSCN5735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWAhI2Ao7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/dWfenNzB_ZM/s400/DSCN5735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401364634898834354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvV_DaV0zgI/AAAAAAAABCI/eAlAC0N4EFk/s1600-h/DSCN5844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvV_DaV0zgI/AAAAAAAABCI/eAlAC0N4EFk/s400/DSCN5844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401363024687975938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, just about everything makes me think of you. Tea, knitting, slippers, houndstooth coats (and goats), detectives, swords, cowboys, squirrels with accents, firearms, castles, books, boots, Texas, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5046612596841773661?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5046612596841773661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5046612596841773661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5046612596841773661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5046612596841773661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/11/clock-towers-of-edinburgh.html' title='Clock Towers of Edinburgh'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWCsa-c_vI/AAAAAAAABCY/MJabm6g8gXQ/s72-c/DSCN5716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7750018708370906675</id><published>2009-11-06T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T08:24:16.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Morning and Evening</title><content type='html'>The castle I live in technically isn't a castle--it's a manor. This, however, is a real castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWP-4PquoI/AAAAAAAABCw/AFTqceECNPI/s1600-h/DSCN5763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWP-4PquoI/AAAAAAAABCw/AFTqceECNPI/s400/DSCN5763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401381638513539714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWP-c3HFAI/AAAAAAAABCo/8_FzvLcEAAE/s1600-h/DSCN5752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWP-c3HFAI/AAAAAAAABCo/8_FzvLcEAAE/s400/DSCN5752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401381631162782722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edinburgh Castle, Scotland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7750018708370906675?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7750018708370906675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7750018708370906675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7750018708370906675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7750018708370906675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-and-evening.html' title='Morning and Evening'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SvWP-4PquoI/AAAAAAAABCw/AFTqceECNPI/s72-c/DSCN5763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-1896349652945726291</id><published>2009-10-25T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:56:20.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Where I Need To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a Gary Allan song entitled something along the lines of “Right Where I Need To Be.” Today, that is exactly where I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If ever I doubt God’s plan for my year at Capernwray, I have simply to recall “the wondrous works that He has done” (Psalm 105:5).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was about a year and a half ago that I really decided I wanted to attend &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Bible&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at Capernwray Hall. The idea had wandered on the outskirts of my mind for some time before then, but I’d never seriously considered it could happen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ten months ago I applied, asking God that if He wanted me to attend, He would allow me to be accepted. In January, I received the &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-came.html"&gt;response&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All through the next months, I was uncertain if I would actually be able to go. It simply did not look possible. I considered whether I should wait a year. I spent many nights wrestling with what would be the best decision. Continually, I had to refocus my &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20121:2&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;attention&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even two weeks before my flight was scheduled to leave, I did not know if it would be possible. The 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September, I knew would be an important day. Either I would be in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, or I would be wishing I was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end, God arranged every detail. And here I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honestly, I don’t think there is any place in the world that I would rather be. There is such joy in knowing I am exactly where I am supposed to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SuRcZG1kJjI/AAAAAAAABCA/4ub8W-I_w8w/s1600-h/clouds02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SuRcZG1kJjI/AAAAAAAABCA/4ub8W-I_w8w/s400/clouds02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396539839898461746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-1896349652945726291?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/1896349652945726291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=1896349652945726291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1896349652945726291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1896349652945726291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-i-need-to-be.html' title='Where I Need To Be'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SuRcZG1kJjI/AAAAAAAABCA/4ub8W-I_w8w/s72-c/clouds02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7606010603662335991</id><published>2009-10-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:16:46.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>A Lot Of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My English teacher told me not to use the phrase 'a lot.' But I am going to anyway. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/StnLgEShB4I/AAAAAAAABB4/e_F3vaZQMBI/s1600-h/DSCN5683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/StnLgEShB4I/AAAAAAAABB4/e_F3vaZQMBI/s400/DSCN5683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393565780520535938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in England, there is a lot of grey sky. We have a lot of rain. We also have a lot of sunshine. Sometimes we have a lot of rainbows. Compared to many, I don't have a lot of roommates. Above are two-thirds of them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They are from Canada. There are a lot of Canadians here. There are also a lot of people from the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of green here. There are a lot of hills. There are a lot of stone walls. There are a lot of sheep. And a lot of cows. But mostly a lot of sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/StnLfjr1VxI/AAAAAAAABBw/nEnGdM9f09g/s1600-h/DSCN5691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/StnLfjr1VxI/AAAAAAAABBw/nEnGdM9f09g/s400/DSCN5691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393565771768354578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this place a lot.&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/16943614-7606010603662335991?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7606010603662335991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7606010603662335991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7606010603662335991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7606010603662335991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/10/lot-of.html' title='A Lot Of...'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/StnLgEShB4I/AAAAAAAABB4/e_F3vaZQMBI/s72-c/DSCN5683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2465831705378933794</id><published>2009-10-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:05:06.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>And I'll Dedicate This One To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...the Lady Greenleaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/StCufofv3zI/AAAAAAAABBo/J7jnRoj-HVM/s1600-h/DSCN5680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/StCufofv3zI/AAAAAAAABBo/J7jnRoj-HVM/s400/DSCN5680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391000612432240434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are welcome to come visit me in this very green place (and write a novel under a tree).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's visit English castles and wear Texan boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2465831705378933794?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2465831705378933794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2465831705378933794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2465831705378933794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2465831705378933794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-ill-dedicate-this-one-to.html' title='And I&apos;ll Dedicate This One To...'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/StCufofv3zI/AAAAAAAABBo/J7jnRoj-HVM/s72-c/DSCN5680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-1960436066212961054</id><published>2009-09-28T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:41:29.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>I Live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SsC8HE7MwmI/AAAAAAAABBY/bVkfqkdcSNY/s1600-h/DSCN5435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SsC8HE7MwmI/AAAAAAAABBY/bVkfqkdcSNY/s400/DSCN5435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386511984102261346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SsC8HV-Mw3I/AAAAAAAABBg/4N8aras8ZtA/s1600-h/DSCN5431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SsC8HV-Mw3I/AAAAAAAABBg/4N8aras8ZtA/s400/DSCN5431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386511988678247282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, technically I live under here.&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/16943614-1960436066212961054?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/1960436066212961054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=1960436066212961054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1960436066212961054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1960436066212961054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-live.html' title='I Live...'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SsC8HE7MwmI/AAAAAAAABBY/bVkfqkdcSNY/s72-c/DSCN5435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6997033053644272317</id><published>2009-09-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:29:28.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>I am off on one! I now live with 180 students from around the world. In a castle. On a hill. In England. With lots of sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6997033053644272317?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6997033053644272317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6997033053644272317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6997033053644272317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6997033053644272317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-1427128642701375723</id><published>2009-09-15T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:59:51.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capernwray'/><title type='text'>Student Visa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As you probably know, I'm attending Bible School in England this year. Because I am going to be studying in the UK for an extended period of time, I need a Student Visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending in my Visa application around three weeks ago, I received an email from the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;British Consulate last Thursday stating that it had been received. They said the application had been entered into their system, but that it might be ten business days before it was assessed--due to the high volume of applications, it might be longer. Ten business days from last Thursday is the day my flight leaves for England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've been praying about it for the past several days and seeking to trust Him in the midst of my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, the elders at church and several friends joined me in prayer about my Visa. One prayed that it would come "tomorrow" (Monday), but I don't actually need it until the 24th and didn't expect it. Upon arriving home from work yesterday, however, I discovered another email from the British Consulate. They said that my Visa had been issued and would be sent to me directly. This evening, I opened a package with my approved Student Visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together!" - Psalm 34:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-1427128642701375723?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/1427128642701375723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=1427128642701375723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1427128642701375723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1427128642701375723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/09/student-visa.html' title='Student Visa'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6423460898219570419</id><published>2009-08-11T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:30:25.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><title type='text'>Hopes and Dreams</title><content type='html'>In stories, a girl should be careful about which boy she hates, because she'll probably end up falling in love with him. That's the way it worked for Anne Shirley. Miss Elizabeth Bennet was not too fond of Mr. Darcy at first either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occasionally encounter people who imply that God always works in the same manner.  A girl seems to think that because she wants to become a missionary in China, God will send her to Chile [which, by the way, is where you should start if you want to dig to China]. She hopes to do one thing, so expects God will have her do something else. It is almost as if God is "out to get her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, at times God has us do things we would not at first want. We grow through such opportunities. He can &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2021:1;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;change&lt;/a&gt; our hearts and give us new desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not, however, always the way God works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God fulfills our &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2037:4;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;dreams&lt;/a&gt;. He may use us in areas of service for which we have long hoped. God has satisfied a number of my desires of late. From traveling to &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/05/lone-star-state.html"&gt;Texas&lt;/a&gt;, to serving with &lt;a href="http://worldview.org/"&gt;Worldview Academy&lt;/a&gt;, to the anticipation of school in &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-came.html"&gt;England&lt;/a&gt;, God is granting my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some stories, the girl falls in love with...well, the boy she has always been in love with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6423460898219570419?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6423460898219570419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6423460898219570419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6423460898219570419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6423460898219570419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/08/hopes-and-dreams.html' title='Hopes and Dreams'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7088072349472354031</id><published>2009-06-19T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:13:13.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fam'/><title type='text'>Cricket, The Wonder Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SjvwGXOfPJI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Uwl23rUMemc/s1600-h/cricket02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SjvwGXOfPJI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Uwl23rUMemc/s400/cricket02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349132974537260178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;March 13, 1995 - June 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You were my favorite dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/16943614-7088072349472354031?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7088072349472354031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7088072349472354031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7088072349472354031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7088072349472354031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/06/cricket-wonder-dog.html' title='Cricket, The Wonder Dog'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SjvwGXOfPJI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Uwl23rUMemc/s72-c/cricket02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5921873168946641058</id><published>2009-06-18T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:57:05.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>A mí me gusta español</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For a translation in English, see below&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;En enero, empecé  estudiar español. Aprendiendo español me da una vista más grande de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;El Dios yo sirvio es el Dios del mundo todo. Entiende cada idioma nosotros hablamos en esta tierra. Aunque leo las palabras de él en inglés,   Jesús no habló inglés cuando vivó en la tierra. Pero ahora, él comprende cuando hablo en inglés. Comprende cuando hablo español también.&lt;br /&gt;A veces, me gusta rezar en español. Generalmente, digo solamente, «Gracias para mi familia o esta comida.&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Todavía, pienso lo a él le gusta.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Para una traducción en español, vea arriba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, I began to study Spanish. Learning Spanish is giving me a bigger view of God.&lt;br /&gt;The God I serve is the God of the whole world. He understands every language we speak on this earth. Although I read His words in English, Jesus did not speak English when He lived on earth. But now, He understands when I speak English. He understands when I speak Spanish as well.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I like to pray in Spanish. Generally, I only say, "Thank You for my family or this food." Still, I think it is pleasing to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5921873168946641058?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5921873168946641058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5921873168946641058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5921873168946641058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5921873168946641058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-me-gusta-espanol.html' title='A mí me gusta español'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-8838224420474378832</id><published>2009-06-10T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:14:52.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Read These</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SjAQIZZW2oI/AAAAAAAAAy4/FYhN7eGlk2o/s1600-h/j_read_ban01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SjAQIZZW2oI/AAAAAAAAAy4/FYhN7eGlk2o/s400/j_read_ban01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345790494131018370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please Note: This list is not complete, nor does it pretend to be. As they are discovered, more books will be added.&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Paradise Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by John Milton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This book stretched my reading abilities like none before it. Written by a blind man in the 17th century, this 10, 560 line epic poem recounts the first several chapters of Genesis.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Harper Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Prior to reading this book, I did not understand that some people hate others based merely on the colour of their skin. It opened my eyes to the realities and horrors of racism. Harper Lee writes with a compelling Southern style. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cry, the Beloved Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Alan Paton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One of the most moving books I have ever read, this book also touches on the subject of racism. For a short review, read my post entitled &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/08/comfort-in-desolation.html"&gt;Comfort in Desolation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Complete Father Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by G.K. Chesterton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chesterton's prose is like poetry to me. His manner of writing is simply excellent. The Father Brown mysteries are intriguing and delightful. The plain little priest with the brilliant detecting mind is a protagonist in short stories worth reading.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Randy Alcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Each of Randy Alcorn's works renews in me a longing for Heaven and eternity with the Person for whom I was created. Biblically answering questions I had never even thought of, this book made Heaven and the New Earth more of a reality for me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Slumber of Christianity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Ted Dekker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ted Dekker is known for his fast paced thrillers. I enjoyed a number of his earlier works, but stopped reading his novels because they got too graphic and gross. This non-fiction, however, encourages Christians to become excited about eternity with Jesus Christ. As the subtitle states, it "Awaken[s] a Passion for Heaven on Earth."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There are two books that every so often, I accidentally read again. When I see either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow My Leader&lt;/span&gt; (by James Garfield) or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year of the Black Pony&lt;/span&gt; (by Walt Morey) sitting on the shelf as I contemplate my next read, I pick the book up with great danger to myself. I may start out simply flipping though the pages, recalling fond memories of reading them throughout my youth. Soon I am engrossed. Whereas most of the books listed on this page are intended for a bit more advanced reader, these two are children's books. I have probably read each one four or five times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-8838224420474378832?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/8838224420474378832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=8838224420474378832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8838224420474378832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8838224420474378832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/06/read-these_10.html' title='Read These'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SjAQIZZW2oI/AAAAAAAAAy4/FYhN7eGlk2o/s72-c/j_read_ban01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2296354022944997701</id><published>2009-06-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:05:32.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Crashing of Thunder</title><content type='html'>I just heard a severe weather warning for the first time in my remembrance. Grey clouds fill the sky overhead. The pines around my house sway in the strong winds. There is no rain yet, but the air is filled with swirling dust. Dead leaves left among the boughs blow across the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just after 5 o’clock on a June afternoon, and it’s already growing dark. When the lights in my bedroom blink, I tell my sister to turn off our desktop computers. A few heavy drops of rain begin to fall. This morning when we had a short shower, the songbirds rejoiced in the trees. No birds sing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the first thunder growling from the south. The rain is uncertain; it pauses, then pours down for a couple minutes, coming and going. The thunder is growing closer. At last, the first flash of lightning illumines the sky. A moment later, thunder follows. Sirens wail not far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain now is what might be called a downpour. The cool shower cleanses the air, washing away the heat of the past several days. Its refreshing scent floods through my open window. Small rivers begin to form at the edges of the street. Another flash. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One, one-thousand; two, one-thousand; three, one-thousand…&lt;/span&gt; I count to six before the thunder crashes. The booming lasts for nearly another six seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to more sirens, this time coming from the opposite direction. The distinct sound of a fire engine’s horn reminds me of the danger brought with this storm. I heard on the radio that a boy was struck with lightning last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A train whistle blows. It repeats itself again and again, gradually fading in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;The sky lightens as coming nearly to a complete halt, the rain merely patters now. Several birds chirp, eager perhaps for the feast of worms that will surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I fear yet delight in storms. Their power excites me. My favorite thing to do during thunderstorms is read the last few chapters of Job and the passages in the gospels where Jesus calms the storm. The elements may be mighty, but He is mightier still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“He covers his hands with the lightning&lt;br /&gt;and commands it to strike the mark.&lt;br /&gt;Its crashing declares his presence…”&lt;br /&gt;- Job 36:32-33&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2296354022944997701?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2296354022944997701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2296354022944997701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2296354022944997701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2296354022944997701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/06/crashing-of-thunder.html' title='Crashing of Thunder'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-8219008034402601846</id><published>2009-05-18T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:11:10.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>The Lone Star State</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in quite a long time. I am, however, doing so now. Although I generally reserve this blog for rather serious topics, I have considered for some time deviating from this pattern. As the name of this blog denotes, it is a place to record remembrances. As stated before, I am doing so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycling home from school thirteen days ago, I discovered a message on our answering machine. In typical extended-family style, my grandma bought—unbeknownst to me—a ticket for me to fly to Austin the next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days earlier, I had learned from my &lt;a href="http://greenleavesofpaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/joie-de-vivre.html"&gt;cousin’s blog&lt;/a&gt; that she would be accompanying our grandma from California to Texas for a week to visit our aunt and uncle. Naturally, I commented asking if I could come too. The cousin mentioned the comment to Grandma and Aunt. Apparently the answer was yes, as I’m sitting in Austin at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/ShGnoK96GeI/AAAAAAAAAx0/U17eeYZjHpI/s1600-h/DSCN3943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/ShGnoK96GeI/AAAAAAAAAx0/U17eeYZjHpI/s400/DSCN3943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231341991369186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing something one has hoped for a long time to do can sometimes be disappointing as the imagination may create higher expectations than can be feasibly met. Not so now. Contrarily, I am more in love with Texas since visiting than ever I was in the past. The last few days have been some of the best I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/ShGnJ5QpB4I/AAAAAAAAAxk/7AQfHAmHZBE/s1600-h/DSCN3955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/ShGnJ5QpB4I/AAAAAAAAAxk/7AQfHAmHZBE/s400/DSCN3955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337230821842028418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been filled from boot toes to the brim of a cowboy hat with such adventures as long drives to Fredericksburg, lobbying at the state capitol, attempting to whistle on lilac leaves, Texas Two-Steppin’ at the Broken Spoke, drinking tea while watching ridiculous movies, trying on $1,000+ cowboy boots, remembering the Alamo from within its walls, attending Cowboy Church, and eating barbecue. Lots and lots of barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/ShGnn--b2WI/AAAAAAAAAxs/EzgsNzq4I84/s1600-h/DSCN4019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/ShGnn--b2WI/AAAAAAAAAxs/EzgsNzq4I84/s400/DSCN4019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231338772355426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much have the best family ever. Also, really cool boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/ShGmwyXJstI/AAAAAAAAAxc/xdE2FZN_Vz0/s1600-h/100_4901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/ShGmwyXJstI/AAAAAAAAAxc/xdE2FZN_Vz0/s320/100_4901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337230390493557458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-8219008034402601846?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/8219008034402601846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=8219008034402601846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8219008034402601846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8219008034402601846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/05/lone-star-state.html' title='The Lone Star State'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/ShGnoK96GeI/AAAAAAAAAx0/U17eeYZjHpI/s72-c/DSCN3943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6394017476031715071</id><published>2009-01-25T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:11:35.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><title type='text'>He's Got the Whole World in His Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SX1EbqBsEBI/AAAAAAAAAw0/n1HYGOIPWDk/s1600-h/world_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SX1EbqBsEBI/AAAAAAAAAw0/n1HYGOIPWDk/s320/world_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295463978786099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of late, I have been coming more fully to the realization that God is God of the whole earth. He is not just a local deity; rather, Jesus "ransomed people for God from every tribe and language and people and nation" (Revelation 5:9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Next year I am going to go to a school in a different country full of people from all over the world. We may be from various continents, but we have something in common: Jesus. And ultimately, our citizenship is in the same country: Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6394017476031715071?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6394017476031715071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6394017476031715071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6394017476031715071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6394017476031715071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-got-whole-world-in-his-hands.html' title='He&apos;s Got the Whole World in His Hands'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SX1EbqBsEBI/AAAAAAAAAw0/n1HYGOIPWDk/s72-c/world_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-9190653808896995231</id><published>2009-01-08T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:57:31.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Came.</title><content type='html'>As I sat at my desk, studiously completing my algebra homework, I heard the familiar thump of the mailbox closing—the postman delivering letters. I considered getting up, then thought better. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, the letter I’m waiting for won’t arrive for another week.&lt;/span&gt; I continued solving the equation before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, my mother appeared at the bedroom door, distributing the mail. She handed me an envelope. It was the size of envelope that contains an 8.5 x 11 piece of paper folded in half. The postmark was foreign. This was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer in my heart, I reached for my knife and slit the envelope along the end. I withdrew the letter. Tears pooled in my eyes as I gazed at three words: Official Acceptance Letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right, I’m going to &lt;a href="http://www.capernwray.org.uk/BibleSchool.php"&gt;Capernwray&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-9190653808896995231?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/9190653808896995231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=9190653808896995231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/9190653808896995231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/9190653808896995231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-came.html' title='It Came.'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6318706495690401940</id><published>2008-12-09T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:13:08.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>400</title><content type='html'>In honour of John Milton's 400th birthday today, I present for your deliberation a quote from his most excellent and epic poem, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paradise Lost&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Nor love thy life nor hate but what thou liv'st&lt;br /&gt;Live well, how long or short permit to Heav'n."&lt;br /&gt;- 11.553-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h6&gt;100&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6318706495690401940?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6318706495690401940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6318706495690401940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6318706495690401940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6318706495690401940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/12/400.html' title='400'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6637192584655616607</id><published>2008-11-11T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:23:01.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why Do You Always Smile?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:applybreakingrules/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s a question I have been asked numerous times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To say I &lt;i&gt;always &lt;/i&gt;smile is a bit of an overstatement. Generally, but not always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This past year has been my most difficult thus far. With a job, college, and life in general, I tend to become stressed. I cry pretty easily too. Still, one can usually find me with a ridiculous grin spread across my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When asked this question most recently—during the break at my psychology class—the man asking said something interesting. He implied some people [himself?] might not like the fact that I seem so happy, because they are not happy themselves. It seemed strange to me that someone could resent, and be jealous of my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since that night, I’ve been thinking more about why I smile so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it because I enjoy learning new things every day? Is it because I find excitement in nearly all I do? [well, data entry can get kinda boring—although some of those city names are quite unique.] Is it because I have a lot of good things in my life? Is it because I’m simply thrilled to be alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do I smile so much?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think the best answer is the one I told the man in my class: &lt;i&gt;Jesus&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;…&lt;i&gt;happy are the people whose God is the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;! – &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20144:15;&amp;amp;version=50;"&gt;Psalm 144:15b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20144:15;&amp;amp;version=50;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6637192584655616607?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6637192584655616607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6637192584655616607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6637192584655616607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6637192584655616607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-do-you-always-smile.html' title='&quot;Why Do You Always Smile?&quot;'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-1242100898335461199</id><published>2008-09-05T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:04:46.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Hanna[h] the Hurricane</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;I was so excited when I learned that a tropical storm—and potentially a hurricane—had been named after me [they spelled it wrong though—it should be Hannah not Hanna]. No, I don’t like the fact that my namesake may bring destruction and death; however, I really like turning on the radio and hearing my name broadcast to the nation. I am instantly captivated by weather channel. &lt;i&gt;“Look out for Hanna[h], she’s a’comin’.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;It seems odd that two syllables can please me so much, but I really like it when people say my name. Although the word has lost value from overuse, special describes the way I feel when someone addresses me with my name. &lt;i&gt;This person actually deems me significant enough to know who I am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;In John 10, Jesus talks about being the Good Shepherd taking care of His sheep. He says, “The sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep &lt;i&gt;by name&lt;/i&gt; and leads them out” (John 10:3). I am delighted to think that the King of the Universe would know my name.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is graven on His hands&lt;br /&gt;My name is written on His heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that while in heav’n He stands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tongue can bid me thence depart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.sovereigngracestore.com/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=M4055-14-51"&gt;Before the Throne of God Above&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-1242100898335461199?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/1242100898335461199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=1242100898335461199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1242100898335461199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1242100898335461199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/09/hannah-hurricane.html' title='Hanna[h] the Hurricane'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2617047518833959944</id><published>2008-08-17T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:00:50.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man who Burst into Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Although Nehemiah displays &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-shortest-man-in-bible.html"&gt;many praiseworthy characteristics&lt;/a&gt;, the one I have the highest regard for is his prayers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Paul has not yet exhorted the Thessalonians to “pray without ceasing,” but Nehemiah is already obeying (1 Thessalonians &lt;st1:time minute="17" hour="17"&gt;5:17&lt;/st1:time&gt;). Continually as he writes, he bursts into prayer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;As he recounts the dialogue of the Jews’ enemies in chapter four, he suddenly begins asking God for justice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;When he writes about his own generosity, he exclaims, “Remember for my good, O my God, all that I have done for this people” (&lt;st1:time minute="19" hour="17"&gt;5:19&lt;/st1:time&gt;). He continues his story until the middle of 6:9, when he again enters prayer, “O God, strengthen my hands.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;A few verses later, he once more pauses his narrative to pray, supplicating God to remember the sins of Tobiah, Sanballat, and the prophets who wanted to scare him into sin (v. 14).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;An additional four times in the last chapter Nehemiah bursts suddenly into prayer, asking for God’s remembrance of certain deeds. Nehemiah seems to have such a habit of prayer that it just comes out—even when he is in the middle of telling a story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;In the account he is telling, Nehemiah also relates several instances in which he prays. Learning of the horrible condition of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s walls, Nehemiah mourns, fasts, and prays for days. As I have often heard others do (and done myself), Nehemiah quotes Scripture in this prayer, reminding God of His promises to Moses (1:8). Most of the first chapter is filled with his &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/06/nehemiahs-prayer.html"&gt;exemplary prayer&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Demonstrating well the fact that we can and should pray anywhere and everywhere, Nehemiah “prayed to the God of heaven” before answering a question from the king (2:4). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;When the Israelites’ enemies plot against them, Nehemiah says, “we prayed to our God and set a guard as a protection against them day and night” (4:9). Nehemiah encounters a problem, so naturally, he prays.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Nehemiah does not just talk to God, he also listens to God as is seen in the phrase, “my God put it into my heart . . .” (7:5). Additionally, when Nehemiah chooses to behave righteously no matter the consequences, God gives him understanding and insight into a disloyal prophet’s wicked intentions (6:12).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Although the Levites’, rather than Nehemiah’s prayer, in chapter nine, much of the history of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is told in prayer to God. They worship God for what He has done by reciting their history and His involvement in it. Many times the psalmists write about praising God for His past doings: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous works among all the peoples . . . make known his deeds among the peoples! Sing to him, sing praises to him; tell of all his wondrous works! . . . I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that you have done; I ponder the work of your hands (Psalm 96:2, 105:1-2, 143:5).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Throughout his book, Nehemiah exemplifies many aspects of prayer that I want to implement more in my own life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2617047518833959944?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2617047518833959944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2617047518833959944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2617047518833959944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2617047518833959944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-who-burst-into-prayer.html' title='The Man who Burst into Prayer'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7335819305435593208</id><published>2008-08-14T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:21:22.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SE2H-oPaRbI/AAAAAAAAALo/Gr6IFNymQ14/s1600-h/ambition02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SE2H-oPaRbI/AAAAAAAAALo/Gr6IFNymQ14/s400/ambition02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209969853961225650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I want to read some good books. If you would like to help me compile my reading list, please suggest a book or two. [And if you really, really, really think I should read the book you suggest, you can give me a copy and I will move it to the top of my list.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Hard Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Alex and Brett Harris - 232&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paradise Lost&lt;/span&gt; by John Milton - 303&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt; by J.K. Rowling [AG] - 759&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Deadliest Monster&lt;/span&gt; by J.F. Baldwin - 250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by Jane Austen - 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Antoine de Saint-Exup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ry [J.F. Baldwin] - 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Waste Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by John Piper -189&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Ideal Husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Oscar Wilde [J.F. Baldwin] - 127&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cry, the Beloved Country&lt;/span&gt; by Alan Paton [J.F. Baldwin] - 312&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich&lt;/span&gt; by Alexander Solzhenistyn [J.F. Baldwin] - 159&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by C.S. Lewis [Beth] - 191&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Sean Covey - 248&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ishbane Conspiracy&lt;/span&gt; by Randy Alcorn - 296&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Reason for God &lt;/span&gt;by Timothy Keller [Fireboy]&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Complete Father Brown&lt;/span&gt; by G.K. Chesterton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Brothers Karamazov&lt;/span&gt; by Fyodor Dostoevsky [Brandon Booth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*A World Lost&lt;/span&gt; by Wendell Berry [J.F. Baldwin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;/span&gt; by C.S. Lewis [Fireboy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miracles &lt;/span&gt;by C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,333 pages thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[* indicates current read, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; indicates completion, a name in brackets indicates from whom the suggestion came]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7335819305435593208?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7335819305435593208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7335819305435593208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7335819305435593208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7335819305435593208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/06/ambition.html' title='Ambition'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SE2H-oPaRbI/AAAAAAAAALo/Gr6IFNymQ14/s72-c/ambition02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7800386453695738154</id><published>2008-08-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:15:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Shortest Man in the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Nope. That was Peter, who slept on his watch. Nor am I referring to Bildad the “Shoe-height.” I’m talking about “Knee-high-emiah” [thanks, Adventures in Odyssey]. Enough with the corny jokes . . .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;In the past months, I have become an admirer of Nehemiah. He exemplifies many commendable character traits.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;The first aspect of Nehemiah that I notice is his passionate concern. When he hears about the state of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s walls, he immediately weeps, mourns, fasts, and prays for days (1:4). At the end of the book, his passion is again demonstrated. With zeal, he rebukes the Jews for their sin. “I confronted them and cursed them and beat some of them and pulled out their hair. And I made them take an oath in the name of God . . .” (&lt;st1:time hour="13" minute="25"&gt;13:25&lt;/st1:time&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;When Nehemiah sees a problem, he does not passively say, “Someone should fix that,” hoping for the best; Nehemiah recognizes a change needs to happen and whole-heartedly seeks to bring about that change. He takes the initiative and leads his people in diligently repairing their city.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Though he could use his proactive leadership as an avenue to gain honor, Nehemiah displays great humility, especially in chapter four. The Jews’ enemies plot to attack &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; as the construction goes on. Nehemiah, however, stations armed guards in the weak places in the wall. In verse 14, he exhorts the people not to be afraid, but to “Remember the Lord, who is great and awesome.” When the Israelites’ enemies give up their scheme, Nehemiah does not credit his own planning, or even the people who were guarding the work. Instead, he writes, “God had frustrated their plan” (&lt;st1:time hour="16" minute="15"&gt;4:15&lt;/st1:time&gt;). Although prepared for anything, Nehemiah does not put his trust in the sword; rather, he puts his trust in the Lord. “Our God,” he exclaims, “will fight for us” (&lt;st1:time hour="16" minute="20"&gt;4:20&lt;/st1:time&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Continually, he gives the glory to God rather than claim it for himself. This attitude of personal humility points others to recognize God’s mighty deeds. When the wall is completed in a mere 52 days, all the nations around are humbled and realize that “this work has been accomplished with the help of our God” (&lt;st1:time minute="16" hour="18"&gt;6:16&lt;/st1:time&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;In addition to being humble, Nehemiah behaves righteously. Intending to harm him, the wicked Sanballat and Geshem urge Nehemiah to come to them. [At first, I did not see anything wrong with Nehemiah meeting with these enemies—other than his comprehension that they want to hurt him. Upon consideration, however, I think this may be an instance like that described in James 4:17, “So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.”] Nehemiah replies through messengers, “I am doing a great work and I cannot come down. Why should the work stop while I leave it and come down to you?” (6:3). His enemies insist four times he to come to them, but on each occasion, he refuses. A fifth time they send Nehemiah an open letter filled with slander. They falsely claim he is planning a rebellion and tell him to take counsel with them. Wisely, Nehemiah refutes their assertion through a messenger and perseveres in his great work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Shortly thereafter, a prophet attempts to scare him into sin by stating it will save Nehemiah’s life. When encouraged to transgress, he says, “No!” God gives Nehemiah special insight enabling him to later write, “I understood and saw that God had not sent him [the prophet who wanted Nehemiah to commit iniquity], but he had pronounced the prophecy against me because Tobiah and Sanballat had hired him” (&lt;st1:time minute="12" hour="18"&gt;6:12&lt;/st1:time&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;The greatest characteristic of Nehemiah I admire is his prayer life. Because there is much I want to say regarding his prayers, however, I will leave that for a separate post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-who-burst-into-prayer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-who-burst-into-prayer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7800386453695738154?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7800386453695738154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7800386453695738154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7800386453695738154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7800386453695738154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-shortest-man-in-bible.html' title='Not the Shortest Man in the Bible'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7696084709122090043</id><published>2008-08-03T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:49:50.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Comfort in Desolation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SJZbabVY2aI/AAAAAAAAAqY/bCjxsvq7eoU/s1600-h/CryBelovedCountryTitle01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SJZbabVY2aI/AAAAAAAAAqY/bCjxsvq7eoU/s320/CryBelovedCountryTitle01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230468526809602466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although I cannot find it anywhere in the book, my library receipt gave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cry, the Beloved Country&lt;/span&gt; (by Alan Paton) the subtitle, "A story of comfort in desolation." I think it fits well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking place in poverty ridden &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South   Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Paton powerfully writes from the viewpoint of two men on opposite sides of the same tragedy. The contrast and yet similarity of a native umfundisi or priest and a wealthy white farmer effectively moves the reader. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is one of the most moving books I have read. I had to pause my reading one day because I was so overwhelmed. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cry, the Beloved Country&lt;/i&gt; evoked in me a hatred for injustice and racism. It stirred in me compassion for hurting individuals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be moved. Read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SJZWutAj6FI/AAAAAAAAApw/W_ydVrfXbbk/s1600-h/NeverTurns02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SJZWutAj6FI/AAAAAAAAApw/W_ydVrfXbbk/s400/NeverTurns02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230463377593329746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7696084709122090043?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7696084709122090043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7696084709122090043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7696084709122090043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7696084709122090043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/08/comfort-in-desolation.html' title='Comfort in Desolation'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SJZbabVY2aI/AAAAAAAAAqY/bCjxsvq7eoU/s72-c/CryBelovedCountryTitle01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-9166640947647503057</id><published>2008-07-03T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:42:34.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;In 2 Samuel 7, David wants to build a temple for God. I can just imagine him: his nation is finally at peace and he is excited to do this good thing for God. He tells his desire to the prophet Nathan who responds encouragingly, “Go, do all that is in your heart, for the LORD is with you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Later that night, however, Nathan receives a vision from God saying that David should not build Him a house. God will bless David in other ways and his son, Solomon will build the temple instead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;David’s response to all God says is worship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;This summer I hoped to be a small group leader at a Christian leadership camp. For weeks and months I hoped and prayed for a staff position. It had been my desire to serve in this way for more than two years before I applied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Like David, I received encouragement to pursue my aspiration. Like David, the answer was no. The job that I was looking forward to has been given to someone else [at least for the time being, I may apply again next year].&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;It has been difficult for me to always worship in the midst of my disappointment. God is good, though, and supplies grace when it is needed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When I don’t get to have my own way&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in You&lt;br /&gt;For You know what is best&lt;br /&gt;When tears begin to roll down my face&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in You&lt;br /&gt;For You are good, You are good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sovereign One&lt;br /&gt;You work all things to Your plan&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign One&lt;br /&gt;You hold all things in Your hands"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sovereigngracestore.com/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=M4010-05-51"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Sovereign Grace Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-9166640947647503057?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/9166640947647503057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=9166640947647503057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/9166640947647503057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/9166640947647503057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/07/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6155501105681182539</id><published>2008-07-02T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:25:13.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Our salvation is not secured by our right living (thank God), but by the right living of the only perfect sacrifice, Jesus Christ.”&lt;br /&gt;                                    - J.F. Baldwin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Deadliest Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/palindromefaith/SGQE88yGjLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O_NbW_rRoX0/DSCN0829.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/palindromefaith/SGQE88yGjLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O_NbW_rRoX0/DSCN0829.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inside St. John Lateran, Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6155501105681182539?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6155501105681182539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6155501105681182539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6155501105681182539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6155501105681182539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/07/right-living.html' title='Right Living'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/palindromefaith/SGQE88yGjLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O_NbW_rRoX0/s72-c/DSCN0829.JPG?imgmax=512' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-4394183574413844079</id><published>2008-06-20T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:12:00.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>The History of an Old Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Trust in the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; forever, for the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; G&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OD&lt;/span&gt; is an everlasting rock” (Isaiah 26:4).    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SFv_XhwqSII/AAAAAAAAAMA/LmhGs_mXz54/s1600-h/DSCN1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SFv_XhwqSII/AAAAAAAAAMA/LmhGs_mXz54/s320/DSCN1579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214041773276022914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I meditated on Isaiah’s words this morning, I thought about the ancient rocks I saw on my trip to &lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;In March of this year, I visited an old rock known as the Areopagus or Mars Hill.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;This rock is the location of several well-known events. As recounted in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%2017:19-34;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Acts 17&lt;/a&gt;, the apostle Paul addressed the Athenians from Mars Hill in around &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="50 A"&gt;50  A&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;.D. Hundreds of years earlier (in 399 B.C.), the philosopher Socrates’ trial took place on this same rock. In addition, Aeschylus, the Greek playwright who lived from 525-456 B.C., sets a portion of his drama &lt;i&gt;The Furies&lt;/i&gt; on the Areopagus. The tragedy details the trial of Orestes on this rock shortly after the Trojan War ended in 1184 B.C. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Rocks last a long time. They do not, however, last forever. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SFv-sLC3aUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kPGdnD6O6f4/s1600-h/OdeonHerodes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SFv-sLC3aUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kPGdnD6O6f4/s320/OdeonHerodes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214041028443990338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Near the Areopagus is the Odeon of Herodes (which is not nearly as old, having been built in only the second century B.C.). After more than 2000 years in use, this theater is showing &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/08/world/europe/08greece.html?_r=2&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;evidence of wear&lt;/a&gt;—mainly from the stiletto heels of many visitors. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Although millions of feet are wearing away the rocks of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Greece&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, God is the rock that will never erode. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-4394183574413844079?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/4394183574413844079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=4394183574413844079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4394183574413844079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4394183574413844079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/06/history-of-old-rock.html' title='The History of an Old Rock'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SFv_XhwqSII/AAAAAAAAAMA/LmhGs_mXz54/s72-c/DSCN1579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2802950073080137335</id><published>2008-06-12T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:07:24.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;The hounds bay with excitement. They have found the scent. They race off after their quarry, filled with elation as they perform their work. Yes, it is work, but it is good work. It is the work that they were created to do, and joy fills their bodies as they do it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;The underbrush is thick, and the dogs must fight their way through it. But they don’t care. All they care about is chasing that deer, for that is what their master wants them to do. They run with abandon. Through dense brush, under low hanging branches, across swift rills, they run. The hounds run and run and run.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;The youngest hound begins to grow weary. In the beginning, he ran ahead of the other dogs in his enthusiasm, but now he falls to the back of the pack. The chase is long and hard. He has never run like this before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;An older dog woofs an encouragement to him. Experience knows the pursuit is worth the effort.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;At last, they sight the hart. He stands alone among the trees. Exuberantly, the hounds fill the air with their song. The stag lifts his majestic head, crowned with antlers. He sees the dogs racing toward him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;For a moment, he waits.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;With renewed energy the dogs rush forward, but the deer turns and bounds gracefully away. He maneuvers swiftly through the trees, rapidly expanding the gap between himself and his pursuers. Soon, he is lost to sight, but the scent is strong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;The dogs race onward in pursuit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Okay, so I don’t actually know anything about hounds chasing deer, but that’s the image I get in my head when I read the word “pursue.” Pursing is chasing after and actively seeking. It is not a passive word.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Paul tells Timothy to “Pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, steadfastness, gentleness” (1 Timothy &lt;st1:time minute="11" hour="18"&gt;6:11&lt;/st1:time&gt;). The apostle again exhorts him in 2 Timothy 2:22, “pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;It’s not, sit in your tree stand and hope that these virtues come walking along, but grab your hounds and chase them down! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;“. . . he loves him who pursues righteousness.” – Proverbs 15:9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2802950073080137335?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2802950073080137335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2802950073080137335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2802950073080137335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2802950073080137335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/06/pursuit.html' title='The Pursuit'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6421123719004636447</id><published>2008-06-06T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:00:56.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;At various times, I have heard the acronym ACTS used as a structure for prayer. It stands for Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, and Supplication. Recently, I realized that this replicates very closely Nehemiah’s prayer in chapter 1 of the book bearing his name.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;He begins his prayer by praising God. He uses terms like “L&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;,” “God of heaven,” “great and awesome God,” and One “who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments” (v. 5). Acknowledging His greatness, leads us to humility. Nehemiah recognizes his own lowly state, referring to himself as God’s “servant” (v. 6).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Nehemiah then confesses sin. He has been praying “day and night . . . confessing the sins of the people of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;” (v. 6). He does not, however, just admit the guilt of others; he includes himself, saying, “Even I and my father’s house have sinned” (v. 6). He sees this iniquity and repents.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Next, he reminds God of His promises (he must have known the Scriptures well). Through God’s words to Moses, he can know why the Israelites have been scattered and know how they can be gathered again. “Return to me and keep my commandments and do them” (v. 9).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;He concludes with supplication, reminding God who it is that he is praying for: “They are &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; servants and &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; people, who &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; have redeemed by &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; great power and &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; strong hand” (v. 10, emphasis added). With his final words, he again asks for God’s attention to be upon His humbled people, “who delight to fear your name,” and pleads for success and mercy (v. 11). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6421123719004636447?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6421123719004636447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6421123719004636447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6421123719004636447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6421123719004636447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/06/nehemiahs-prayer.html' title='Nehemiah&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5486988294849357948</id><published>2008-05-16T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:21:23.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trees, the Trees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;This afternoon I sat in the plum tree in our front yard, writing in my journal about trees. From my spot behind the foliage, I heard someone approaching and shifted to see a friend of my sisters’. As the greeting came out of my mouth I knew she would be surprised, but it was too late to call the words back. Sure enough, she jumped. She said something along the lines of, “Oh, Hannah! You surprised me . . . we watched Prince Caspian last night, and when I heard you I thought, ‘The trees, the trees!’”&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Actually, I was sitting in the tree, writing about trees because of Prince Caspian. Most of my family went to see the movie earlier today. It’s the trees that save the day. Trees save the day in &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt; too. Those authors must have liked trees. I like trees too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SC5eg78Y6xI/AAAAAAAAALI/L0WKtizBHi8/s1600-h/DSCN2559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SC5eg78Y6xI/AAAAAAAAALI/L0WKtizBHi8/s400/DSCN2559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201198539599309586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;God made trees in such a way that we could enjoy them, both for their produce and for their beauty. When God planted the garden in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Eden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, He “made to spring up every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food” (Genesis 2:9). One tree in particular “was a delight to the eyes” (3:6).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;You know the story: that tree was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, of which God commanded man not to eat. But man did. In doing so, Adam and Eve fell from their state of perfection into sin and death.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The role of trees in Scripture, however, is not finished. “He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed” (1 Peter &lt;st1:time minute="24" hour="14"&gt;2:24&lt;/st1:time&gt;). Man sinned by eating of the forbidden tree. Man is made righteous by Christ’s death on another tree. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;There is a tree at the end of the story too. On the New Earth in the New Jerusalem will be “the river of the water of life . . . also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations . . . Blessed are those who wash their robes, so that they may have the right to the tree of life and that they may enter the city by the gates” (Revelation 22:1, 2, 14).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5486988294849357948?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5486988294849357948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5486988294849357948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5486988294849357948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5486988294849357948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/05/trees-trees.html' title='The Trees, the Trees!'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SC5eg78Y6xI/AAAAAAAAALI/L0WKtizBHi8/s72-c/DSCN2559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2129083693031004115</id><published>2008-04-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:12:47.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>He is Risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        "But now Christ is risen from the dead, and has become the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. For since by man came death, by Man also came the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ all shall be made alive."&lt;br /&gt;        - 1 Corinthians 15:20-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SAQwjLUn1MI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lXM_l6TOEkg/s1600-h/DSCN1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SAQwjLUn1MI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lXM_l6TOEkg/s400/DSCN1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189326051530495170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        Although I prefer the more life-like style of paintings I saw in the basilicas of Rome, this is my favorite mural in St. Andrew's Church in Patras, Greece. Victorious, Christ rises from the dead, crushing the gates of hell. Keys are strewn beneath Him, as graves are unlocked and their captives set free. The thought of His resurrection, and my own future resurrection to life, excites me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"'O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death, where&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your sting?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Hades, where&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your victory?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. . . But thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Corinthians 15:55, 57&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2129083693031004115?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2129083693031004115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2129083693031004115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2129083693031004115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2129083693031004115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-is-risen.html' title='He is Risen!'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/SAQwjLUn1MI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lXM_l6TOEkg/s72-c/DSCN1310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5550694166374142511</id><published>2008-02-24T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:41:20.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soli Deo Gloria</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;All too often, when I do a good work I seek my praise from man. &lt;i&gt;Did you notice that &lt;/i&gt;I&lt;i&gt; took out the trash? Did you see what a good job &lt;/i&gt;I&lt;i&gt; did sweeping?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;This is completely contrary to Jesus’ words in Matthew 5:16, “…let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;That last part is crucial. The glory belongs to God. I should not parade my good works so that people will think highly of &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;. That is pride—stealing His glory and honor, or as &lt;a href="http://www.sovereigngracestore.com/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=B3180-00-11"&gt;C.J. Mahaney writes&lt;/a&gt;, “contending for supremacy with God.” I need to give Him what is rightfully His.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;My motivation for doing good works should not be earthly praise. It is hypocritical to do good works to be seen by others. Jesus warns, “Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven” (Matthew 6:1).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;When I do my good works in front of others, that is all the praise I get. When I do them secretly, my “Father who sees in secret will reward [me]” (6:4). His rewards are way better (see&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matt%207:11;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt; Matthew &lt;st1:time minute="11" hour="19"&gt;7:11&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Here on earth, “moth and rust destroy and . . . thieves break in and steal” (&lt;st1:time hour="18" minute="19"&gt;6:19&lt;/st1:time&gt;). The wise course is to invest in my future. I only have a few years on earth, but eternity lasts forever. I need to follow Jesus’ command to “lay up for yourselves treasure in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” (&lt;st1:time hour="18" minute="20"&gt;6:20&lt;/st1:time&gt;-21).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Glorifying God with one’s works is not a theoretical practice. Jesus’ good works are a means of giving glory to God. When Jesus heals a paralytic in Matthew 9, the crowd was “afraid, and they glorified God, who had given such authority to men” (v. 8). In chapter 15, when Jesus heals many people of various diseases, “the crowd wondered . . . And they glorified the God of Israel” (v. 31).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;The next time that it is my turn to take out the trash or sweep the floor, I will endeavor not to do it as a “people-pleaser” (Ephesians 6:6), but rather “do all to the glory of God” (1 Corinthians &lt;st1:time hour="10" minute="31"&gt;10:31&lt;/st1:time&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5550694166374142511?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5550694166374142511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5550694166374142511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5550694166374142511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5550694166374142511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/02/soli-deo-gloria.html' title='Soli Deo Gloria'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6241727133953790793</id><published>2008-02-20T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:21:24.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommendation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R7zlxF0NvlI/AAAAAAAAACo/vcGXme9EZIc/s1600-h/ToWhomItMayConcern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R7zlxF0NvlI/AAAAAAAAACo/vcGXme9EZIc/s400/ToWhomItMayConcern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169259103852019282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;This afternoon as I unloaded the dishwasher, I thought about letters of recommendation. I am at a stage in my life when I am beginning to ask people to write them for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;Honestly, I really like reading them. It’s nice to read nice things about oneself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;I had finished with the dishwasher and was on to a peanut butter and banana sandwich when the thought hit me: What would God write in a letter of recommendation for me? What would He say about me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;This might be how He would introduce me. Even as an introduction, it is by no means exhaustive (to do that I would basically have to quote the entire Bible).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;He created me in His own image (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%201:27;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Genesis &lt;st1:time minute="27" hour="13"&gt;1:27&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). He knit me together in my mother’s womb and every day of my life was recorded in His book before I even began to live them (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ps%20139:13,16;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Psalm 139:13, 16&lt;/a&gt;). He chose me before the foundation of the world (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=eph%201:4;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Ephesians 1:4&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;He made me His own (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=phil%203:12;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Philippians &lt;st1:time minute="12" hour="15"&gt;3:12&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). He adopted me as His child and heir (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=gal%204:5-7;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Galatians 4:5-7&lt;/a&gt;). He qualified me to share in the inheritance of the saints in light (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=col%201:12;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Colossians &lt;st1:time minute="12" hour="13"&gt;1:12&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). He transferred me into the kingdom of His beloved Son (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=col%201:13;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Colossians &lt;st1:time minute="13" hour="13"&gt;1:13&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). He gave me citizenship in heaven (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=phil%203:20;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Philippians &lt;st1:time minute="20" hour="15"&gt;3:20&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). He desires that I be with Him and see His glory (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=john%2017:24;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;John &lt;st1:time minute="24" hour="17"&gt;17:24&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;You might have noticed that every sentence begins with the word “He.” That is because my righteousness is not my own, but, as Paul declares, “that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=phil%203:9;&amp;amp;version=47;"&gt;Philippians &lt;st1:time minute="10" hour="15"&gt;3:9&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6241727133953790793?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6241727133953790793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6241727133953790793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6241727133953790793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6241727133953790793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2008/02/recommendation.html' title='Recommendation'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R7zlxF0NvlI/AAAAAAAAACo/vcGXme9EZIc/s72-c/ToWhomItMayConcern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-8317150337054938250</id><published>2007-12-08T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:21:24.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R5LldGBZaKI/AAAAAAAAACM/Txh3kV2p4bA/s1600-h/Profile_H_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R5LldGBZaKI/AAAAAAAAACM/Txh3kV2p4bA/s200/Profile_H_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157436811288078498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Andrée Seu is perhaps my favorite columnist at WORLD Magazine. A couple of weeks ago, she wrote an &lt;a href="http://www.worldmag.com/articles/13496"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about faces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have been thinking about faces. When I walk the dog, a face is the first thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and in most cases the only thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a person will see of me. If I get to thinking about the number of people who are lost, and the shortness of the time, I feel sad about all those ships passing without a gospel word.&lt;br /&gt;And yet the face does pour forth speech . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Reading this article stimulated me to consider what my face is saying. Do I wear an &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=24&amp;amp;chapter=25&amp;amp;verse=23&amp;amp;version=50&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;angry countenance&lt;/a&gt;? Is &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=10&amp;amp;verse=4&amp;amp;version=50&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;pride&lt;/a&gt; revealed in my face? Is mine a face that &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=29&amp;amp;chapter=3&amp;amp;verse=9&amp;amp;version=50&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;bears witness against&lt;/a&gt; me? Or is my face &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2015:13;&amp;amp;version=50;"&gt;cheerful&lt;/a&gt;? Am I illustrating a &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=24&amp;amp;chapter=27&amp;amp;verse=17&amp;amp;version=50&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;sharp countenance&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I want my face to be like that of Moses. "When Moses came down from Mount Sinai, with the two tablets of the testimony in his hand as he came down from the mountain, Moses did not know that the skin of his face shone because he had been talking with God" (Exodus 34:29, ESV). His face shone so brightly that the people were afraid; he had to wear a veil.&lt;br /&gt;I want my face to show that I too have been communing with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I want my face shine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-8317150337054938250?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/8317150337054938250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=8317150337054938250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8317150337054938250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8317150337054938250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/12/face-it.html' title='Face It'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R5LldGBZaKI/AAAAAAAAACM/Txh3kV2p4bA/s72-c/Profile_H_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-7409772819988649167</id><published>2007-11-28T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:46:44.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding Five Thousand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d2/Parthenon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d2/Parthenon.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am officially excited. This afternoon I paid the final installment of the bill for my trip to Italy and Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the past weeks, I have been reminded of the miracle Jesus worked feeding a crowd of five thousand with five meager loaves of bread. Those people did not go away hungry; there were plenty of leftovers (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%2016:9-10;&amp;amp;version=50;"&gt;Matthew 16:9-10&lt;/a&gt;). Similarly, God miraculously provided enough funds for me to go on this trip, complete with leftovers [souvenirs, anyone?].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In God We Trust" reads every dollar and cent that I paid, echoing my thoughts. He truly is trustworthy and faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Blessed be the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Because He has heard the voice&lt;br /&gt;      of my supplications!&lt;br /&gt;The L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is my strength&lt;br /&gt;      and my shield;&lt;br /&gt;My heart trusted in Him,&lt;br /&gt;      and I am helped;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore my heart greatly&lt;br /&gt;      rejoices,&lt;br /&gt;And with my song I will praise&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;      - Psalm 28:6-7&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-7409772819988649167?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/7409772819988649167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=7409772819988649167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7409772819988649167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/7409772819988649167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/11/feeding-five-thousand.html' title='Feeding Five Thousand'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-4140716402551189161</id><published>2007-11-09T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:33:00.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rake Balancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The two large trees that obscure our house from the street produce many, many leaves. In the fall, these leaves invariably fall to the ground [maybe that's why it's called fall?]. Every few days throughout this season, these leaves must be raked into piles before being 'vacuumed' by the lawnmower to compost.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't particularly enjoy raking. It's all right, but I'd rather walk around balancing the rake upside-down on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I do this, I'm reminded of Colossians 3:2, "Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth."&lt;br /&gt;When I stare at the handle of the rake, resting in my palm, I can keep it balanced for about three seconds. When, however, I watch the tongs of the rake wobbling slightly in the air, I can dance around adjusting the position of my hand to keep the rake upright much longer. With comparative ease, I make it hop from hand to hand or finger to finger.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I keep my eyes heavenward, the rake stays balanced, but when my eyes drop to myself, the rake crashes to the ground.&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&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/16943614-4140716402551189161?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/4140716402551189161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=4140716402551189161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4140716402551189161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4140716402551189161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/11/rake-balancing.html' title='Rake Balancing'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-5206930796752285283</id><published>2007-11-07T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:21:24.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of the Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pride goes before before destruction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a haughty spirit before a fall.&lt;br /&gt;- Proverbs 16:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/RzI-raZRdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/njpFt5jyx-M/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/RzI-raZRdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/njpFt5jyx-M/s400/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130231841069036882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; will destroy the house of the proud . . .&lt;br /&gt;- Proverbs 15:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need anything else be said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo courtesy my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-5206930796752285283?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/5206930796752285283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=5206930796752285283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5206930796752285283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/5206930796752285283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/11/house-of-proud.html' title='The House of the Proud'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/RzI-raZRdVI/AAAAAAAAABs/njpFt5jyx-M/s72-c/DSC01078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-6028199510922742538</id><published>2007-09-29T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:32:55.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankenstein and Mr. Hyde</title><content type='html'>The first lecture from my first year at Worldview Academy is also the one that I remember the best. Jeff Baldwin spoke on The Deadliest Monster, contrasting the worldviews portrayed in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Both Shelley and Stevenson indirectly answer the question, "What is the nature of man?" The former depicts man as being basically good. She blames society for the wrong actions of Frankenstein's monster. Stevenson, however, shows that man is inherently sinful and that the individual is responsible for his deeds.&lt;br /&gt;I recently realized that I have subscribed to the thinking of Frankenstein.&lt;br /&gt;When I do something wrong, I tend to rationalize (as Mr. Harris would say: "rational lies") and make excuses for my behavior. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not feeling very good. I have a headache. I'm working on a project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to blame society [a.k.a. siblings]. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were in my way. You were being too loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even apologize with disclaimers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry for [fill in blank], I am just having a bad day. I shouldn't have done that, it's just [insert excuse of choice here].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way of thinking is wrong. Instead of attempting to shift blame upon others, I need to admit my &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%203:23;&amp;amp;version=50;"&gt;guilt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I need to change my thoughts from Frankenstein to Dr. Jekyll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-6028199510922742538?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/6028199510922742538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=6028199510922742538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6028199510922742538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/6028199510922742538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/09/frankenstein-and-mr-hyde.html' title='Frankenstein and Mr. Hyde'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-3027146646574942352</id><published>2007-09-17T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:39:25.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sword Making</title><content type='html'>My dad held my machete as he told the church congregation about how a sword is made.&lt;br /&gt;The steel is heated incredibly hot--hotter than it will ever be again. Then it is submerged, plunged, baptized in water or oil. This makes it hard. It will still need to be beaten, heated, and machined. But it will never be heated that hot again.&lt;br /&gt;Without this process, it would fail when most needed.&lt;br /&gt;One year ago today, I--like a sword--was baptized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-3027146646574942352?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/3027146646574942352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=3027146646574942352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3027146646574942352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3027146646574942352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/09/sword-making.html' title='Sword Making'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-3010218342323750988</id><published>2007-09-04T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:50:12.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Take Away and Give</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You give and take away&lt;br /&gt;You give and take away&lt;br /&gt;My heart will choose to say&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, blessed be Your name"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Those are lines from my favorite worship song. In my life recently, it has been a little bit different though. “You take away and give” seem to read the lyrics to the song of my life.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take for example, the story of my sunglasses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When my sister was updating her sunglasses a few years ago, she gave me her old pair. The left arm may have been disconnected then, or it may have been shortly after that they broke. They still worked though. The arm would fit back in its spot; I just had to be careful with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last Thursday, my mom and I went to a meeting in another town. Knowing the sun would be shining brightly into my eyes on the drive, I wore my sunglasses. As I stepped out of the car at our destination, I considered putting them in my bag. Instead, I left them on the front seat. I was not the next person to ride up front. The sky now being dark, I did not ask for the sunglasses to be passed to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we got home, I found the major part of my sunglasses, but could not find the detached arm. Fruitlessly, I searched around the seat, under the floor mat, and everywhere I thought the arm could be. Being my only companion at this time, I asked God if He could help me find it. It seems like God is always answering my prayers and helping me find things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Aha!” I thought as I felt between the seats and pulled out a thin object. “I knew You’d help me, God!” I was disappointed to discover that it was only a misplaced pen. Finally, I went inside without the missing piece.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hunted around some the next day, but could not find it. I was sure that the arm had fallen out of the car &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="20 miles"&gt;20 miles&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; away. I resigned myself to the fact that I would never see the left sunglasses arm again. I had thought that God was going to repeat His pattern of giving something back to me, but He was not. I decided that this was a good opportunity to follow &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job%201:21&amp;version=50"&gt;Job’s example&lt;/a&gt; and bless God not only when things are going my way, but when they are not going my way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lacking a substitute, I continued to wear the dismantled sunglasses. They still stayed on my head, though they rested at an awkward angle and were slightly uncomfortable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Saturday—two days after loosing my sunglasses arm—my sister invited me out to the curb in front of our house where we ate ice cream and reclined in the grass. I then noticed a skinny black object on the running board of my mom’s car, which was parked in front of me. It was the missing sunglasses arm. I could have cried. God gave it back to me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is not the only time that a situation like this has happened to me. Repeatedly, God has been taking away things that I want (or even things that I didn’t know that I want—like sunglasses arms), and withholding them until I submit my will to Him. Then He gives it back to me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Only when I fully submit my desire to God does He give back what He has taken away. It does not work for me to say, “Okay, I submit,” then demand that He give it to me. Once I die to myself, and truly tell God that He can have it—not expecting it back—He has been giving it to me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do not know if He will ever do it again. God may decide to take things from me, and never give them back. I have to ask myself, “Will I still&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;—&lt;/span&gt;like Job&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;—&lt;/span&gt;be able to bless God, even if He doesn’t give me what I desire?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-3010218342323750988?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/3010218342323750988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=3010218342323750988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3010218342323750988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3010218342323750988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-take-away-and-give.html' title='You Take Away and Give'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-205642083633204373</id><published>2007-08-13T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:55:20.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provision</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Come and see the works of God;&lt;br /&gt;He is awesome in His doing toward the sons of men.&lt;br /&gt;-Psalm 66:5&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am continually amazed by the awesome works of God. He blesses me so abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;I am learning that when I trust God, He is faithful to provide for me.&lt;br /&gt;Next March I am going to travel to Italy and Greece with my Classical Literature teacher. When I learned of the opportunity, I was excited to go, but daunted by the large bill that I will have to pay for the trip. Somehow though, the funds are appearing. I have approximately half the money needed.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time that God has provided for me financially. In 2006, my mom decided that she wanted my brother and me to attend Worldview Academy. Through diligent work and the generosity of others, we had more than enough to pay the tuition--in about two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;God is displaying Psalm 34:8-10 in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, taste and see that the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; is good;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fear the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;, you His saints!&lt;br /&gt;There is no want to those who fear Him.&lt;br /&gt;The young lions lack and suffer hunger;&lt;br /&gt;But those who seek the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt; shall not lack any good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-205642083633204373?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/205642083633204373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=205642083633204373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/205642083633204373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/205642083633204373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/08/provision.html' title='Provision'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-8308691822470032050</id><published>2007-07-24T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:18:16.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing with Understanding</title><content type='html'>Isn't is great when you've read a passage dozens of times, and then you notice a new aspect of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sing praises to God, sing praises!&lt;br /&gt;Sing praises to our King, sing praises!&lt;br /&gt;For God is the King of all the earth;&lt;br /&gt;Sing praises &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with understanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Psalm 47:6-7 (emphasis added)&lt;/blockquote&gt;We are told to sing. But don't just sing meaningless words. Sing with understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-8308691822470032050?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/8308691822470032050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=8308691822470032050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8308691822470032050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/8308691822470032050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/07/singing-with-understanding.html' title='Singing with Understanding'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-1043251606888464388</id><published>2007-07-18T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:46:30.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Delight of Another</title><content type='html'>Last week I attended Worldview Academy. One of the major concepts that I brought home with me is that of love. According to Dell Cook, whereas lust is "delighting oneself in one’s own delight," love is "delighting oneself in the delight of another."&lt;br /&gt;Love "does not seek its own" (1 Corinthians 13:5).&lt;br /&gt;Lust is self&lt;em&gt;ish&lt;/em&gt;. Love is self&lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt;. "Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit," writes Paul, "but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself. Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others" (Philippians 2:3-4).&lt;br /&gt;As I have been contemplating this definition of love for the past several days, I ask myself: What can I be doing that will delight others? How can I gain delight from their delight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-1043251606888464388?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/1043251606888464388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=1043251606888464388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1043251606888464388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/1043251606888464388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/07/delight-of-another.html' title='The Delight of Another'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-3386011849974971142</id><published>2007-07-07T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:40:50.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/books"&gt;Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/Capernwray"&gt;Capernwray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/England"&gt;England&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/fam"&gt;The Fam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/forgiveness"&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/Heaven"&gt;Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/language"&gt;Language&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/storms"&gt;Storms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/travel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/weather"&gt;Weather&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;» &lt;a href="http://recordari.blogspot.com/search/label/the%20world"&gt;The World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-3386011849974971142?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/3386011849974971142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=3386011849974971142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3386011849974971142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3386011849974971142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/07/ideas.html' title='Ideas'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-9125813892642637938</id><published>2007-07-05T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:46:06.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><title type='text'>Anticipating Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The following is an essay I wrote for my British Literature class this spring.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it spoken about, a tingly sensation creeps across my skin; I can feel my eyes gleaming with anticipation. In exactly one year, I will be in Italy, then Greece. To prepare for the trip, I intend to learn all I can about the history, literature, and culture of my destination. I will read the epic poems. I will study the famous artwork. I will question eagerly those who have gone previously. I will re-memorize the funeral oration of my Athenian hero, Pericles. In order to go, however, I must sacrifice. I am willing to perform unpleasant and dreaded tasks, such as cleaning out chicken coops and making phone calls, to earn the funds for the journey. I am even willing to miss delightful and fun activities, such as swing dancing and AWANA Scholarship Camp, to save the money for this trip. I know, though, that the pain I procure, and the enjoyments I forego, will be worth the effort when I step aground the Italian and Grecian soil. In the same way that I anticipate going to Italy and Greece, John Bunyan portrays the characters throughout &lt;em&gt;Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/em&gt; in anticipation of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Bunyan demonstrates the hope of Heaven as the reason for the pilgrimage. Realizing his city’s impending destruction, Christian departs on “the road to Celestial City” (p. 83). To save his life, he must leave behind his wife, children, and friends. Rather than contemplating the abandonment of his home, the protagonist states, “I am longing for a better country—a heavenly one” (p. 66). Christian yearns for his King’s land so strongly that he “fell sick with desire” (p. 203). After Christian’s death, God convicts his wife, Christiana, of her sin and invites her to join her husband. The author displays the importance of the afterworld by describing Christiana in a dream, seeing two evil men who plot to “take her thoughts off of what shall be hereafter” (p. 230). Regardless of the peril, she and her children decide to commence on their pilgrimage. She tells her neighbors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I’ve now had placed in my hand the wherewithal to get gain, and I’d be a fool of the greatest size if I should have no heart to take advantage of the opportunity. And as for all these troubles you tell me about—which I’m likely to meet in the Way—they’re so far off from being a discouragement to me that they show me I’m in the right. The bitter must come before the sweet, and that will also make the sweet all the sweeter” (p. 234).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their longing for Heaven entices the pilgrims to begin their journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retaining an eternal perspective not only prompts the characters to start upon the Way, but also assists the travelers while they still live on the earth. Contemplating Heaven allows the protagonists to restrain themselves from iniquity. While Christian stays at the Palace Beautiful, Prudence questions him about what enables him to defeat his transgression. He replies by telling her about four reflections that help him conquer sin—the final of these being, “when my thoughts are warmed about where I’m going, that will do it” (p. 67). Later, Christian and Hopeful trespass on the Giant Despair’s land. When the giant catches them and imprisons them in his castle’s dungeon, the pilgrims consider committing suicide. Hopeful reminds himself and his companion, however, that suicide constitutes murder, forbidden by God. “[H]ave you forgotten Hell, where murderers most certainly go?” queries Hopeful, “For ‘no murderer has eternal life in him’” (p. 152). As well as helping them fight against sin, a desire for everlasting life in Celestial City encourages the characters to continue the journey. One pilgrim, named Mr. Feeblemind, though an ailing man, clings to the hope given to him. He declares,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“this I’ve resolved to do—to run when I can, to walk when I can’t run, and to crawl when I can’t walk. As to the heart of the matter, I’m steadfast. My way is before me, and my thoughts are beyond the River that has no bridge” (p. 348).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His focus—what takes place after death—inspires Mr. Feeblemind, along with the other travelers, to persist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, throughout the story, the characters face numerous difficulties; however, the pilgrims continue to place their expectation in Heaven and the rest and rewards they will receive in Celestial City. Although they already encountered difficulties on the road, Christian and his companion, Faithful, learn from Evangelist that they will face persecution in the Town of Vanity. Evangelist also reminds them that their faithfulness translates into rewards in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m so glad,” said Evangelist, “not that you met with trials, but that you’ve been champions and have continued in the Way to this very day regardless of your many weaknesses . . . . at the proper time you will reap a harvest if you do not give up. The Crown is in front of you, and it is one that will last forever. So run that you may win it . . . . Let the Kingdom always be before you, and believe resolutely in things that are invisible. Let nothing on this side of the Other World get inside of you . . .” (p.112).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they enter the town, the pilgrims discover the reality that they “must enter into the Kingdom of Heaven through many hardships” (p. 113). When the people of the Vanity Fair realize that Believers walk among them, they abuse the travelers with contemptuous words and actions. In mockery, the townsmen “beat them, then smeared dirt on them and put them into the cage so they might be made a spectacle to everyone of the fair” (p. 121). Christian and Faithful bear their suffering patiently, which incites the people to more rage toward them. Falsely testifying against the pilgrims, the townsmen bring the pair before an unjust judge, who—though not sentencing Christian—condemns Faithful to a torturous demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;First, they whipped him, then they beat him, then they lanced his flesh with knives. After that, they stoned him with stones, then pricked him with their swords, and last of all, they burnt him to ashes at the stake (p. 127).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithful’s death benefits him by allowing him quicker entrance into the “desired Place of Refuge” (p. 59). This suffering and fatality also act evangelistically, provoking Hopeful’s conversion. Hopeful declares to Christian that in Heaven, “you’ll receive a good return for your work” (p. 180). Like a child who enthusiastically devours spinach because he knows pie awaits him when he finishes, the pilgrims willingly suffer trials because they recognize the dessert of Heaven inhabits their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Bunyan depicts the joy of the travelers when their hope lies fulfilled and they reach their heavenly destination. As Christian and Hopeful near their journey’s end, “they rejoiced more than in parts more remote from the Kingdom to which they were headed” (p. 203). Almost each word from their lips speaks of Heaven. Describing the Celestial City, Christian refers to it as “the land that flows with milk and honey” (p. 205). In the Old Testament, this phrase denotes Canaan. Just as God bestowed upon Israel the promised land of Canaan, God provides Believers with a land of promise—Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;The last difficulty surmounted—crossing the River of death—the two men stand upon the border of “the Good Land” where a pair of angels await to escort them to the gate of Celestial City (p. 276). Speaking to the “Shining Ones,” Christian and Hopeful inquire what they will do in Heaven (p. 207). The pilgrims obtain this response from the angels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“You must receive the comfort of all your toil and have joy for all your sorrows. You must reap what you’ve sown, even the fruit of all your prayers, tears, and sufferings for the King while you were in the Way. In this place you must wear crowns of gold and enjoy the perpetual sight and vision of the Holy One . . . . your eyes shall be delighted with seeing Him, and your ears with hearing the voice of the Mighty One. There you’ll enjoy again your friends who have gone there before you. And there you’ll receive with joy everyone who follows after you into the holy place. Also, there you’ll be clothed with glory and majesty, and put into a carriage that is fit to ride out in with the King of Glory” (p. 207).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing their arduous journey, the pilgrims finally arrive at “Mount Zion, the Heavenly Jerusalem . . . the Paradise of God” (p. 206). Bunyan concludes his tale of Christian and Hopeful’s expedition by describing the travelers’ elation. “[T]hey had such warm and joyful thoughts about having their own dwelling there with such a company forever and ever. Oh, what tongue or pen can express their glorious joy!” (p. 208). Bunyan, narrating his dream, writes, “I wished myself to be among them” (p. 210). Their eagerness before arriving in the King’s Land causes the men greater rejoicing when they at last attain the object of their desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A key theme in his book, John Bunyan illustrates the pilgrims’ hope in Celestial City. The characters’ anticipation for Heaven encourages them to embark on their journey, helps them as they travel, enables them to endure difficulties, and at the end, rewards them with joy. My trials in traveling to Italy and Greece will not be as hard as those encountered by the characters in &lt;em&gt;Pilgrim’s Progress&lt;/em&gt;. Neither will my reward be as great. Indeed, these earthly countries may be worthy of anticipation, but they look like a dime beside a silver mine in comparison to the heavenly country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-9125813892642637938?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/9125813892642637938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=9125813892642637938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/9125813892642637938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/9125813892642637938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/07/anticipating-heaven.html' title='Anticipating Heaven'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-4010040024248993333</id><published>2007-07-05T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:02:26.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 35:28</title><content type='html'>And my tongue shall speak of Your righteousness&lt;br /&gt;And of Your praise all the day long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-4010040024248993333?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/4010040024248993333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=4010040024248993333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4010040024248993333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/4010040024248993333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/07/psalm-3528.html' title='Psalm 35:28'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2814520770836272695</id><published>2007-05-30T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:41:06.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day, Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Her children rise up and call her blessed…” (Proverbs 31:28).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother’s Day was over two weeks ago, but I appreciate my mom more now than I did then.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, May 13, my grandma fell approximately 9 feet from her front porch. She landed on her head and broke her neck, back, and sternum. Miraculously, her spinal cord was not injured, so she will heal without being paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma stayed in the hospital for several days. For the past 11 or so days, however, my mom has been living at Grandma’s house to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;Being the oldest unemployed child, I have had to take over much of the cleaning, cooking, dish washing, and other odd jobs. This time has certainly made me more thankful for my mom [and that I am not a mom yet]. We eat really often. Seven mouths equates to many, many dishes.&lt;br /&gt; “Honor your father and your mother…” (Deuteronomy 5:16). She certainly deserves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2814520770836272695?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2814520770836272695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2814520770836272695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2814520770836272695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2814520770836272695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day-mom.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day, Mom'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-2743683729313739764</id><published>2007-05-22T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:50:36.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Seeing Christ Through Literature</title><content type='html'>This year I took an excellent course on British Literature. One of my favorite and first assignments was to read &lt;em&gt;Beowulf&lt;/em&gt;. I then had to compare the story with the last days of Jesus. The following is what I discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this story, one can easily see how Beowulf acts as a type of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;The first parallel between Jesus and Beowulf is found in the similarity of their identities.Whereas Jesus is known as the “Prince of peace” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=isaiah%209:6&amp;version=50"&gt;Isaiah 9:6&lt;/a&gt;) and the “Prince of life” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%203:15;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Acts 3:15&lt;/a&gt;), Beowulf is “the prince of the Weder-Geats” (text, p. 46). Jesus came from heaven to save the people on earth; Beowulf came from his land of Sweden to save the people of Denmark from Grendel. Neither one was forced to do this, but gave of himself in an act of love.&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=luke%204:28-30;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Luke 4:28-30&lt;/a&gt;, one reads about Jesus facing the threat of death, but escaping. “So all those in the synagogue, when they heard these things, were filled with wrath, and rose up and thrust Him out of the city; and they led Him to the brow of the hill on which their city was built, that they might throw Him down over the cliff. Then passing through the midst of them, He went His way.” Similarly, Beowulf has “survived very many combats, wild attacks” (text, p. 46).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events leading up to Beowulf’s fight with the dragon also have characteristics analogous to the proceedings in the last days of the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;Like baptism, Beowulf’s fight with Grendel’s mother symbolizes Jesus’ death and resurrection (Elaine Strong Skill, &lt;em&gt;Beowulf Cliff Notes&lt;/em&gt;, Syllabus, p. 48). The Geat contends with the she-monster while submerged in the mere. Just as Jesus died at the ninth hour of the day (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=mark%2015:34;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Mark 15:34&lt;/a&gt;), when the ninth hour came, the Scyldings and Beowulf’s companions “despair of seeing their friendly lord” alive again (text, p. 29). Then, when the men do not expect it, Beowulf rises from the water victorious.&lt;br /&gt;Comparable to Jesus, the eleven disciples, and Judas Iscariot, page 44 of the text speaks of thirteen men going up to the dragon’s cave. These men are “The lord of the Geats…with eleven others” and the man who had awakened the dragon’s wrath. Like Peter and the other disciples (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matt%2026:35;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Matthew 26:35&lt;/a&gt;), Beowulf’s thanes “promised [him] that [they] would requite him for the war-gear, the helms and sharp swords, if need such as this came upon him” (text, p. 48).&lt;br /&gt;Before being betrayed, Jesus prays in the Garden of Gethsemane. He is “deeply distressed” and His “soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matt%2026:37-38;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Matthew 26:37-38&lt;/a&gt;). Likewise, Beowulf’s “mind was sad, restless, brooding on death” (text, p. 44). Each of these men expects and tells their friends of their coming deaths. Jesus predicted his death many days beforehand (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matt%2016:21;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Matthew 16:21&lt;/a&gt;), and Beowulf does so shortly before entering the dragon’s cave (text, p. 46). While Jesus supplicates, “O My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matt%2026:39;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Matthew 26:39&lt;/a&gt;), the Geat trusts that “Fate, the master of every man, shall decide for us” (text, p. 46). After praying for Himself, Jesus also prays for His followers (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2017:6-19;&amp;version=50;"&gt;John 17:6-19&lt;/a&gt;). In this manner, Beowulf “wished good fortune to his hearth-companions” (text, p. 44).&lt;br /&gt;When danger comes, Jesus’ disciples “all forsook Him and fled” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2014:50;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Mark 14:50&lt;/a&gt;). Beowulf’s friends do the same. “No whit did his comrades, sons of chieftains, stand about him in a band with valour, but they took to the wood, they hid for their lives” (text, p. 47). Peter, however, pursues Jesus “at a distance” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2014:54;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Mark 14:54&lt;/a&gt;). Wiglaf’s “mind was roused to face sorrows,” and he follows his lord as well (text, p. 47).&lt;br /&gt;Once arrested, Jesus is sent to a trial. He “answered nothing, so that Pilate marveled” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015:5;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Mark 15:5&lt;/a&gt;). Beowulf also “boasted not of famous victories” (text, p. 47) but “stood staunchly against his high shield, when the dragon quickly coiled together; he waited in his war-gear” (text, p. 46). Just as Pilate knows that Jesus does not deserve death (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=luke%2023:4;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Luke 23:4&lt;/a&gt;), Wiglaf says of his lord, “he deserves not to suffer affliction” (text, p. 48).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battles that Beowulf encounters in the story—particularly his fight against the dragon—remind one of the fight between Jesus Christ and Satan—referred to as a dragon in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Rev%2012:9;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Revelation 12:9&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There can be no friendship between Jesus and Satan, “For what fellowship has righteousness with lawlessness? And what communion has light with darkness?” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Cor%206:14;&amp;version=50;"&gt;2 Corinthians 6:14&lt;/a&gt;). Neither can Beowulf and the dragon “seek friendship” (p. 46). &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Heb%2010:4;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Hebrews 10:4&lt;/a&gt; states, “it is not possible that the blood of bulls and goats could take away sins.” Only Jesus is able to defeat Satan and take away sins. Beowulf, too, is the only one able to defeat the dragon. “This is not your venture,” he tells his men, “nor is it in any man’s power, except mine alone, to strive with his strength against the monster, to perform heroic deeds” (text, p. 46).&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015:37;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Mark 15:37 &lt;/a&gt;says that “Jesus cried out with a loud voice and breathed His last” one can picture how horribly painful Jesus’ death was. The death of Beowulf also comes in a torturous manner. “His breast laboured with breathing. He who before held sway over the people suffered anguish, ringed round with fire” (text, p. 47). Similar to the soldier piercing Jesus’ side with a spear (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2019:34;&amp;version=50;"&gt;John 19:34&lt;/a&gt;), the dragon bites Beowulf and he “grew stained with his life-blood; the gore welled out in surges” (text, p. 48). Sadly, the reader realizes that the King will not survive; but then, just as foretold in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Gen%203:15;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Genesis 3:15&lt;/a&gt;, He strikes the serpent’s head. Beowulf “struck with his battle-sword with mighty strength, so that, urged by the force of hate, it stuck in his head” (text, p. 48).&lt;br /&gt;Jesus—after He has risen—gives Peter the commission to “Feed My sheep” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=john%2021:15-19;&amp;version=50;"&gt;John 21:15-19&lt;/a&gt;). Akin to this, the dying Beowulf gives Wiglaf “his helm bright with gold, his ring and corslet; bade him use them well” (text, p. 51).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Heb%202:14-15;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Hebrews 2:14-15 &lt;/a&gt;declares, “through death [Jesus] destroy[ed] him who had the power of death, that is, the devil, and release[d] those who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.” Beowulf, though he died, killed the dragon—saving the people. “[I]t was sorrow for the young man to see on the earth the man he loved best, his life closed, lying there helpless. The slayer also lay low, the dread earth-dragon, reft of life, vanquished by violence” (text, p. 51). Not only did Jesus gain victory in His death, He also made the way for His followers to get to the reward of heaven (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2014:6;&amp;version=50;"&gt;John 14:6&lt;/a&gt;). Beowulf rid the people of the dragon, at the same time procuring a “great store of jewels” (text, p. 49). “Beowulf had paid with his death for the many costly treasures” (text, p. 51).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many aspects of the Beowulf story relate to the gospel story. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Col%201:13-14;&amp;version=50;"&gt;Colossians 1:13-14&lt;/a&gt; wonderfully sums up the plot: “He has delivered us from the power of darkness and conveyed us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, in whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[all citations labeled "text" are taken from the Dover Thrift Edition of &lt;em&gt;Beowulf.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-2743683729313739764?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/2743683729313739764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=2743683729313739764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2743683729313739764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/2743683729313739764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/05/seeing-christ-through-literature.html' title='Seeing Christ Through Literature'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-3460679894483768266</id><published>2007-05-14T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:24:27.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sort?</title><content type='html'>". . . what sort of person have you been today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-Thomas A Kempis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Imitation of Christ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-3460679894483768266?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/3460679894483768266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=3460679894483768266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3460679894483768266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/3460679894483768266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-sort.html' title='What Sort?'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-116287223136105462</id><published>2006-11-06T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:39:43.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my Inability to Save Myself</title><content type='html'>In &lt;em&gt;The Ishbane Conspiracy&lt;/em&gt; by Randy Alcorn and his daughters Angela and Karina, the demon Prince Ishbane writes to his underling Foulgrin about tempting one of the protagonists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Create a labyrinth of self-righteousness. Keep her wandering in the maze of self. Consume her with what she has to offer the Tyrant [God] rather than what He offers her. She believes her new life began by grace? Make her imagine it must be maintained by rule keeping. Make her motto, "God helps those who help themselves." Don't let her see that He helps those who realize they can't (p. 74).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 61:5 says that "we need to be saved."&lt;br /&gt;Over the past several weeks I've been realizing my depravity as a sinner. I am continuously finding myself doing things I shouldn't. Even my "righteousnesses are like filthy rags" (Isaiah 64:6).&lt;br /&gt;I cannot keep all the rules. I cannot stop sinning. I cannot help myself. I cannot save myself.&lt;br /&gt;We are saved, "not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace which was given to us in Christ Jesus before time began" (2 Timothy 1:9).&lt;br /&gt;It is God that saves.&lt;br /&gt;"I will greatly rejoice in the L&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;. My soul shall be joyful in my God; For &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; has clothed me with the garments of salvation, &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; has covered me with the robe of righteousness..." (Isaiah 61:10 emphasis added).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, praise the One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who paid my debt...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16943614-116287223136105462?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/116287223136105462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=116287223136105462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/116287223136105462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/116287223136105462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-my-inability-to-save-myself.html' title='On my Inability to Save Myself'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-115802887380462363</id><published>2006-09-11T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:41:13.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriot Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6921/1579/1600/P1010129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6921/1579/320/P1010129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Memorial Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6921/1579/320/P1010235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pentagon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6921/1579/1600/P1010308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6921/1579/320/P1010308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pentagon Flag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6921/1579/320/Eagle01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arlington Eagle&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/16943614-115802887380462363?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/115802887380462363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=115802887380462363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/115802887380462363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/115802887380462363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2006/09/patriot-day.html' title='Patriot Day'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16943614.post-115576350544082596</id><published>2006-08-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T11:04:37.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Study in Selflessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself. Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others. Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Philippians 2:3-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Esteem Others Better Than Yourself - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Luke 10:38-42, we read the well-known story of Mary and Martha. Martha knew that Jesus deserved the best, so she worked hard to serve Him. While she served, her sister, Mary, sat at Jesus' feet, listening to His words. "[D]istracted with much serving," Martha wanted Mary to help her, rather than viewing this as an opportunity to serve her sister as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I behave like Martha. I am willing and ready to serve someone who I consider above me; but, when it comes to a younger sibling, I feel that &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; should be serving &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This attitude is wrong. "Let no one seek his own," says Paul in 1 Corinthians 10:24, "but each one the other's well-being."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Taking the Form of a Bondservant -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of doing as Martha did--complaining when others don't help--I need to do as Jesus did--look for ways to serve others. Chapter 13 of the gospel of John gives an account of Jesus doing a strange thing. After supper, He gets down and begins to wash His disciples' feet.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, washing someone else's feet is gross. Especially if they've been outside barefoot. There are a few grosser tasks, but not many. It certainly isn't the job you'd expect a King to do.&lt;br /&gt;"If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have given you an example, that you should do as I have done to you" (John 13:14-15).&lt;br /&gt;Considering who Jesus is, you'd think that all of these men would be down on their knees, serving Him, not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But Jesus called them to Himself and said, "You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and those who are great exercise authority over them. Yet it shall not be so among you; but whoever desires to become great among you, let him be your servant. And whoever desires to be first among you, let him be your slave--just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew 20:25-28).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Obedient to the Point of Death -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus didn't seek to please only Himself. He was truly selfless.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 26:39 tells of when Jesus was praying in the Garden of Gethsemane, directly before His betrayal. 'He went a little father and He fell on His face, and prayed, saying, "O My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will."'&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was willing to sacrifice His very life--in a brutal form of death--in obedience to the Father.&lt;br /&gt;In this act, He displayed His great love for us. Love "...does not seek its own..." (1 Corinthians 13:5). His love for my life was greater than His love for His own life. Right before Jesus said, "Great love has no one that this, than to lay down one's life for his friends," (which Jesus did) He said, "This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you" (John 15:13, 12). I too, need to put others before myself--loving them more than myself, and valuing them and their happiness more than my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another" (Romans 12:10).&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/16943614-115576350544082596?l=recordari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/feeds/115576350544082596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16943614&amp;postID=115576350544082596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/115576350544082596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16943614/posts/default/115576350544082596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recordari.blogspot.com/2006/08/study-in-selflessness.html' title='A Study in Selflessness'/><author><name>hanananah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08562143809104554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f_S3fwNPKF0/R_00GXFlqRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssVrywjasWM/S220/AcropolisProfile01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
