<?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-1408259612396003288</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:53:04.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preaching the Gospel</title><subtitle type='html'>Carolyn Hile, Women's Minister</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8380090754861107312</id><published>2009-08-12T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:18:57.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Believe It</title><content type='html'>I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to explore this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home from off the road and thought the grandbabies would like a little something from the hotel so I gave them the bars of soap.  They didn't know what they were.  My grandkids do not know what bar soap is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my eldest granddaughter was riding back from Dallas with me and she became frustrated because the radio station she normally listens to here in Austin wasn't coming in.  She asked why wasn't it playing.  I explained that the signal isn't strong enough.  She hadn't experienced that yet.  I wonder if the younger ones will never experience a weak signal because of the digital age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very middle aged.  Wait a minute - if this is the middle then I will live to 104?  Oh, no, I am passed middle age!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8380090754861107312?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8380090754861107312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8380090754861107312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8380090754861107312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8380090754861107312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can You Believe It'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-2745262038571967782</id><published>2009-05-12T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:34:05.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Dumb Funeral Statement</title><content type='html'>Two days after you called to tell me your husband died, someone hit my truck.  We're both having hard times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-2745262038571967782?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2745262038571967782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=2745262038571967782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2745262038571967782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2745262038571967782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-dumb-funeral-statement.html' title='Another Dumb Funeral Statement'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8548886479450560599</id><published>2009-04-24T06:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:56:43.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity</title><content type='html'>I recently came across this clipping I saved from a newspaper a long time ago. I am constantly trying to understand behavior in myself and others and thus the interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Maturity is the ability to control anger and settle differences without violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is patience, the willingness to pass up immediate pleasure for long-term gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is perseverance, the ability to sweat out a project or a situation in spite of heavy opposition and setbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is the capacity to face unpleasantness and frustration, discomfort and defeat, without complaint or collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is being big enough to say, "I was wrong." And, when right, the mature person need not say, "I told you so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is the ability to make a decision and stand by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity means dependability, keeping one's word and coming through in a crisis. The immature are masters of the alibi. They are the confused and the conflicted. Their lives are a maze of broken promises, former friends, unfinished business and good intentions that never materialize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity is the art of living in peace with what we cannot change, the courage to change what should be changed and the wisdom to know the difference.&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/1408259612396003288-8548886479450560599?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8548886479450560599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8548886479450560599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8548886479450560599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8548886479450560599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/04/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7205822036289608739</id><published>2009-03-04T21:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:36:42.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things about Me</title><content type='html'>1. The Lord loves me enough to clue me in to His purpose and plan for Kingdom Living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes I listen, sometimes I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have daughters no sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have nine grandchildren and fixin' to have ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have wanderlust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have under 1200 days until my retirement date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have lived in graduate housing without attending any university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I do chores in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My parents taught folk dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I jumped off a wagon carrying hay, stumbled and fell on my chin culminating in several stitches inside and outside my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I prefer the woods over a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My dad wrote his congressman regularly and I have the carbon copies to prove that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I was ordained to preach the Word of God in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The first typing test I took to qualify for a job, I typed 12 words with 4 mistakes in a minute. Should have taken it in high school instead of all that science I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I used to make a living by sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have worked for the state of Texas since 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Jesus has moved mountains on my behalf. On one occasion I presented 6 prayer requests. He answered 5 within the week and the 6th has not been accomplished - yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I love to see things grow, flower and bear fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I love to see people regenerated by the Holy Ghost, growing in the Lord and bearing fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I know sign language and have been an interpreter since 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The most expensive garment I have made was my daughter, Emily's wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I only like to preach if I have a Holy Ghost-given message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Before Jesus, I was a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7205822036289608739?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7205822036289608739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7205822036289608739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7205822036289608739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7205822036289608739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things about Me'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-284035395095421348</id><published>2009-02-03T09:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:34:57.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;King James Version&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 10:19&lt;br /&gt;In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin: but he that refraineth his lips is wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Living Bible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 10:19&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk so much.  You keep putting your foot in your mouth.  Be sensible and turn off the flow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ARE these people who come up with these translations????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-284035395095421348?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/284035395095421348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=284035395095421348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/284035395095421348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/284035395095421348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/02/differences.html' title='Differences'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-4688234490930125677</id><published>2009-01-30T13:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:47:44.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seared Conscience</title><content type='html'>The most damage a person can do to himself is to negatively affect his conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children of God we should pray for a more sensitive conscience rather than try to numb it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our only hope when we lose our conscience is the redemptive work of a perfect Savior.  Tears of conviction should never be taken lightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we experience the pang of conviction, we need to take advantage of our shame and fall at an altar to present ourselves once again as flawed vessels totally dependant on a Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not a body of believers who think that once we are saved we will always be saved.  Each one of us runs the risk of falling.  These are perilous times and the enemy of our soul is seeking folks to devour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mindful of eternity when relaying prayer requests for lukewarm or backslid saints of God.  The prince of the air is hoping for an inroad.  Beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we celebrate when we assemble?  Because we are lifting up our King and rejoicing that His grace and mercy are flowing.  Why do we want to share this good news?  Because we have our burdens lifted and we have a hope and understanding of Who Jesus was, is and is soon to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-4688234490930125677?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4688234490930125677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=4688234490930125677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4688234490930125677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4688234490930125677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/01/seared-conscience.html' title='Seared Conscience'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8508061830534912019</id><published>2009-01-29T09:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:11:23.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposure</title><content type='html'>I have a thirty-year indentation on one of my fingers of my left hand. I am uncomfortable with it exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we dug ourselves up in a Communion Service. I left the service exposed. As I considered myself, the Lord showed me other hollowed-out indentations which are thirty years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I see them, I will cast them at the feet of my Redeemer and trust His strengthening power to shore up my jagged edges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8508061830534912019?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8508061830534912019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8508061830534912019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8508061830534912019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8508061830534912019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/01/exposure.html' title='Exposure'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7620600829639458396</id><published>2009-01-21T12:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:13:04.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you have not kept charge of My holy things, but you have chosen foreign keepers to please yourselves and have set them in charge of My sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore thus says the Lord God: No foreigner uncircumcised in heart and flesh shall enter into My sanctuary [where no one but the priests might enter], of any foreigners who are among the children of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Levites&lt;/span&gt; who went far away from Me when Israel went&lt;br /&gt;astray, who went astray from Me after their idols, they shall bear [the punishment for] their iniquity and guilt.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ezekiel 44:8-10&lt;br /&gt;(Amplified)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I beat this dead horse too much for some people but yesterday I was reminded once again about how far Jesus Name, Holy Ghost-filled, pulpit-filling preachers have drifted to &lt;em&gt;please themselves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you have to truly believe the Old Testament was a foreshadowing of things to come and heed the warnings like the one above given to the circumcised children of God.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Levites&lt;/span&gt; were the ones who would bear the punishment according to the Word of God.  That means preachers in modern day terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reminder yesterday was a pop-up warning I received yesterday when I saved an older version &lt;em&gt;Excel &lt;/em&gt;spreadsheet with a newer version.  The warning simply said "minor loss of fidelity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of minor loss of fidelity is the church of the living God experiencing with the salvation message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am so unwaveringly passionate about the message of there only being one God is because of one of the first miracles in my life.  I sought the baptism of the Holy Ghost for nine solid months in the Assembly of God church.  Every service I was at the altar trying to figure out what I was doing wrong, yielding completely, repentant and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night two friends of mine prayed that my eyes would be opened to who Jesus is.  It was only hours later when I was reading Zechariah that I received the revelation of Who was sitting on the throne.  I then submitted to being baptized in Jesus name and got the Holy Ghost right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get away from this necessity.  So when I hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trinitarians&lt;/span&gt; hold leadership positions in our churches, I pray for the pastor because I know according to scripture, he or she will bear the punishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7620600829639458396?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7620600829639458396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7620600829639458396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7620600829639458396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7620600829639458396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-you-have-not-kept-charge-of-my-holy.html' title=''/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-593764628294831201</id><published>2009-01-14T09:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:31:35.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Known</title><content type='html'>Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, are lost on listeners that our merits know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-593764628294831201?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/593764628294831201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=593764628294831201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/593764628294831201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/593764628294831201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/01/known.html' title='Known'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8993582144428008557</id><published>2009-01-12T15:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:08:57.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SWu9EG2aOgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UzTNxe8Jxv8/s1600-h/442641009_yk2Qu-M%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290530065532729858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SWu9EG2aOgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UzTNxe8Jxv8/s320/442641009_yk2Qu-M%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bobchag.smugmug.com/gallery/6916289_swW2M#442641009_yk2Qu-A-LB" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a picture of my talented grand daughter, Isabel. She played one of the lead roles in the Christmas program at her church. I was so impressed and awarded her the highest academy award possible after I enjoyed her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to say her lines in a Southern accent; she did a great job and stayed in character the whole play. She was believable as the gentle, country "cousin" who genuinely tried to understand why the "passing through city folk" did things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang beautifully and danced very well. This grandma is very proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8993582144428008557?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8993582144428008557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8993582144428008557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8993582144428008557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8993582144428008557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2009/01/above-is-picture-of-my-talented-grand.html' title='Proud Grandma'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SWu9EG2aOgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UzTNxe8Jxv8/s72-c/442641009_yk2Qu-M%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5681138826510929001</id><published>2008-12-24T19:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:49:00.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SVLljlSwicI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7eded2d0rcg/s1600-h/Krauss+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283537712327985602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SVLljlSwicI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7eded2d0rcg/s320/Krauss+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out this beautiful family.  This is Tabitha and her husband, Will.  They have three daughters, Isabel (9), Jillian (5) and Maya (3).  Their family has been made complete with the little dude, Maverick in Tabitha's arms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Incidentally&lt;/span&gt;, they are &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;happy!  &lt;/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/1408259612396003288-5681138826510929001?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5681138826510929001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5681138826510929001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5681138826510929001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5681138826510929001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/12/peop.html' title='People I Love'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SVLljlSwicI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7eded2d0rcg/s72-c/Krauss+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6651513116741168381</id><published>2008-12-13T12:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:04:00.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SUQGVUWDLuI/AAAAAAAAADs/avBz4nOuWnw/s1600-h/Mom,Em+and+Marshall+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279351626493275874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SUQGVUWDLuI/AAAAAAAAADs/avBz4nOuWnw/s320/Mom,Em+and+Marshall+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady in the middle is my mother in law.  She is holding onto Emily and beside them is Emily's husband, Marshall.  Emily is 5'3", so you see how small my mother in law is.  I have always felt like a giant in her home.  This last trip I took to Ohio, I was not the only giant.  Marshall joined me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6651513116741168381?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6651513116741168381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6651513116741168381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6651513116741168381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6651513116741168381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-i-love.html' title='People I Love'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SUQGVUWDLuI/AAAAAAAAADs/avBz4nOuWnw/s72-c/Mom,Em+and+Marshall+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-4057574005223246715</id><published>2008-12-04T11:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:09:58.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Scarlet" Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>What amount of avoidance is healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to cast my care upon Jesus but when the first thing that enters your mind is, "fiddle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;" while Atlanta is burning in the background, you have got to open your eyes and start addressing issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am uncomfortable with aggressive dream chasers.  I have not personally formed a dream future because the present has not always been easy.  Therefore when questioned what I want for myself I mutter, "I dunno'." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoidance - I choose avoidance.  I have a pretty busy life with my reaction gear set, the clutch engaged and no forward movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I will open my eyes but for now, I will do the sidestep and say "fiddle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-4057574005223246715?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4057574005223246715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=4057574005223246715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4057574005223246715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4057574005223246715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/12/scarlet-lifestyle.html' title='A &quot;Scarlet&quot; Lifestyle'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7471735294976924695</id><published>2008-11-26T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:07:37.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Proclamation Establishing Thanksgiving Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 3, 1863&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies.  To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God.  In the midst of a civil war of unequalled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union.  Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle, or the ship; the axe had enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore.  Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years, with large increase of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things.  They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and voice by the whole American people.  I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens.   And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to his tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand, and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done at the city of Washington, this third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the independence of the United States the eighty-eighth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Lincoln&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7471735294976924695?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7471735294976924695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7471735294976924695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7471735294976924695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7471735294976924695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-3301264274244872303</id><published>2008-11-21T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:37:25.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Pain</title><content type='html'>When you experience a large, all-consuming heart pain, and then if you add a smaller irritating pain such as a chapped nostril from blowing your nose too much - it can send you over the edge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-3301264274244872303?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3301264274244872303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=3301264274244872303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3301264274244872303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3301264274244872303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/11/study-of-pain.html' title='Study of Pain'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-3418733651697232004</id><published>2008-10-29T08:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:01:46.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time of Fedoras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SQiWF1mHsKI/AAAAAAAAACk/rhi6uGJT624/s1600-h/800px-Gateshead_talmudical%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262621191612903586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SQiWF1mHsKI/AAAAAAAAACk/rhi6uGJT624/s320/800px-Gateshead_talmudical%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born too late in the century. I love looking at pictures from the early 1900's. People came to town dressed to do business. Men were in suits and both women and men wore hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my mother wearing a pressed cotton dress to go grocery shopping on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262621192819035874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SQiWF6FrzuI/AAAAAAAAACs/pNw7svLzHao/s320/fashion_dress_yellow250x335%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday when I arrived at work I rode in the elevator with two women who looked like they were on their way to the park. They wore blue jeans - flip flops on one and tennis shoes on the other. We have a dress code and they were totally in violation of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not wear blue jeans to work. I would not wear blue jeans to church unless it was a work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like making sure your car is clean, I would like to see people who do not appear slovenly, especially in the house of God. Make sure your personal temple exudes respect for yourself and the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the time of fedoras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-3418733651697232004?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3418733651697232004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=3418733651697232004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3418733651697232004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3418733651697232004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-of-fedoras.html' title='The Time of Fedoras'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SQiWF1mHsKI/AAAAAAAAACk/rhi6uGJT624/s72-c/800px-Gateshead_talmudical%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5134889642303718560</id><published>2008-10-24T08:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:18:45.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Above the Fold</title><content type='html'>I heard those words yesterday as they referred to a story which would be worthy of front page headlines - something which would be "above the fold".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a headline that was printed above the fold - Dewey Wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SQychD9zYuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DaGb_YdHK5U/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263754156303409890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SQychD9zYuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DaGb_YdHK5U/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got questions concerning this post so therefore I will explain.  The above picture is Truman showing the headline which appeared above the fold declaring his opponent's successful run for the white house the day he was elected president.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5134889642303718560?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5134889642303718560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5134889642303718560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5134889642303718560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5134889642303718560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/above-fold.html' title='Above the Fold'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SQychD9zYuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DaGb_YdHK5U/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5937845936036416382</id><published>2008-10-23T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:51:11.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintaining Veracity of Elections</title><content type='html'>I guess the position to vie for is Secretary of State thereby ensuring the integrity of registering voters and polling places do not come under siege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust nothing this year while watching intelligent Americans reaching for their portion of kool-aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be emulating Captain Von Trapp and shake the dirt off my boots as the minions swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord, have mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5937845936036416382?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5937845936036416382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5937845936036416382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5937845936036416382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5937845936036416382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/maintaining-veracity-of-elections.html' title='Maintaining Veracity of Elections'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-686827017034089479</id><published>2008-10-22T08:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:35:02.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason to Believe</title><content type='html'>The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.  Zeph. 3:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-686827017034089479?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/686827017034089479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=686827017034089479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/686827017034089479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/686827017034089479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/reason-to-believe.html' title='A Reason to Believe'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8831393326013159233</id><published>2008-10-20T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:13:43.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Houses</title><content type='html'>I heard a news report this morning of a 72-year old gentleman who won first prize at a fair for his workmanship on his homemade coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked to reply to winning first prize, he responded, "I have built every home I have ever lived in; I am not going to stop now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8831393326013159233?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8831393326013159233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8831393326013159233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8831393326013159233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8831393326013159233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/homemade-houses.html' title='Homemade Houses'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5373943807608175264</id><published>2008-10-15T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:46:51.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expansion to Advantage</title><content type='html'>The first job I ever had was pulling weeds out of the flower gardens at a local orchard.  To this day I enjoy seeing the end result of getting down on my knees and pulling weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a stubborn weed would break off at the ground's surface.  At that point I would have a choice, I can dig up the root or allow it to grow back so I can get a better grip the next time I attempt to pull it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that if you want to get rid of something, you must first allow it to flourish.   I am finding that true in my life lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5373943807608175264?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5373943807608175264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5373943807608175264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5373943807608175264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5373943807608175264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/expansion-to-advantage.html' title='Expansion to Advantage'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-1648738270064587494</id><published>2008-10-14T12:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:24:06.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music on the Titanic</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think we should bring back sackcloth and ashes when we are experiencing dire circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way, people will know what the "deer in the headlight" expression on your face means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to face the world when disasters hit; everything is different but you still need to feed the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day my dad died. My mother was inside the house with people all around her while she was trying to make calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While her world had changed forever, my mother felt responsible for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In like manner, my siblings and I changed into our barn clothes for our nightly routine but found that someone from the church had already done our chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trudge, trudge, trudge through the day while the ship is going down with pretty music in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-1648738270064587494?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1648738270064587494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=1648738270064587494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1648738270064587494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1648738270064587494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-on-titanic.html' title='Music on the Titanic'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5382918350976690304</id><published>2008-10-13T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:36:23.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Thine Own Sake, Lord</title><content type='html'>Now therefore, O our God, hear the prayer of thy servant, and his supplications, and cause thy face to shine upon thy sanctuary that is desolate, for the Lord's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my God, incline thine ear, and hear; open thine eyes, and behold our desolations, and the city which is called by thy name: for we do not present our supplications before thee for our righteousnesses, but for thy great mercies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, hear; O Lord, forgive; O Lord, hearken and do; defer not, for thine own sake, O my God: for thy city and thy people are called by thy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel 9:17-19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5382918350976690304?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5382918350976690304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5382918350976690304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5382918350976690304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5382918350976690304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-thine-own-sake-lord.html' title='For Thine Own Sake, Lord'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6140414393882457595</id><published>2008-10-12T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:25:25.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmetics</title><content type='html'>No amount of spackle can conceal a broken foundation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6140414393882457595?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6140414393882457595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6140414393882457595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6140414393882457595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6140414393882457595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/cosmetics.html' title='Cosmetics'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-1406489055501087053</id><published>2008-10-08T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:05:11.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live With a Liberal</title><content type='html'>While I ran errands the other day I left the television on for noise.  It was set at the &lt;em&gt;Fox News&lt;/em&gt; channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and my dog had changed the channel to &lt;em&gt;MSNBC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-1406489055501087053?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1406489055501087053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=1406489055501087053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1406489055501087053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1406489055501087053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-live-with-liberal.html' title='I Live With a Liberal'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7699245875234422417</id><published>2008-10-06T09:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:09:00.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Domain</title><content type='html'>My mother in law is upset that her town is widening the street and putting a sidewalk in front of her house. To do that, they have cut down two of her 50 year old trees. She cries daily unable to get passed the idea that the right of way is not hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cannot make this transition. She is stuck and she is deeply offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got the Holy Ghost I used to sit with elder Sis. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wallingsford&lt;/span&gt; and read to her. Her eyesight had deteriorated to the point she couldn't make out any print. She enjoyed hearing the writings of Nona Freeman. I will always cherish my memories of learning from this wise woman of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I arrived at her apartment and she was crying. I asked what was wrong and she cried out, "Carolyn, did you hear what they did with the song 'What a Friend We Have in Jesus'?" I had. She couldn't believe they would take such beloved lyrics and sing them to a beat she couldn't relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord tarries, soon I will become emotional about shifts in the focus of the church. I imagine that there will be tears that I will not be able to stop. But I have determined with the Lord's help, to not hold on to my tried and true traditions at the expense of reaching the lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is - I will stop going with the flow when the Truth of Jesus is morphed into marketing. He is a holy God and He gave Himself for our redemption. He didn't send anyone else. It was Him alone, reaching. It was Jesus - fully man, fully God so He could show us an overcoming life. It wasn't a matter of a vessel determining to live right. He was a vessel dependent on His divine portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach the lost we cannot sell them short by denying them the full Truth of an overcoming life. Each of us must be regenerated and dependent on daily regeneration. We will never have enough power or determination to live an overcoming life without the infilling of the baptism of the Holy Ghost. This Truth of our relationship with Jesus is not Public Domain which can be repackaged for aesthetics or easier access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let anyone leave a house of worship without that good news is nothing more than marketing a lifestyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7699245875234422417?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7699245875234422417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7699245875234422417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7699245875234422417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7699245875234422417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/eminent-or-public-domain.html' title='Public Domain'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5078274834659982988</id><published>2008-10-01T17:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:55:26.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary, Vance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced we would still be married if I had known the power of Jesus and submitted myself to it back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't even hear about the chance of me having the Holy Ghost until 8 years after we stood beside each other on a Sunday night in 1975. By the time someone explained who Jesus was, our marriage had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dissolved&lt;/span&gt; for 5 years and we were both remarried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know you were a part of our family. We spoke of you often and included you in our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mourned the day you died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5078274834659982988?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5078274834659982988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5078274834659982988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5078274834659982988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5078274834659982988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-1.html' title='October 1'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8027781474347654797</id><published>2008-10-01T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:38:54.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppin'</title><content type='html'>I lean toward dark colors when choosing my wardrobe.  My husband told me a few years back, "no more black or navy blue".  So I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bohemian, earth-colored suit but then did not have the confidence to wear it.  I wore it once and it is now hanging at the consignment store waiting for a new owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wore a skirt and shirt which could have used some color so I attempted to dress it up with red accessories (shoes, bracelet).  I immediately took them off and went back to basic black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't have what it takes to "pop" like stylists suggest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8027781474347654797?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8027781474347654797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8027781474347654797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8027781474347654797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8027781474347654797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/10/poppin.html' title='Poppin&apos;'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6783241282869229006</id><published>2008-09-25T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:53:25.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Old, Something New</title><content type='html'>Well, I officially know my first same-sex, married couple. I have worked with this woman for more than twenty years. She and her "partner" flew out to California to have the ceremony officiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually love this woman and I respect her intellect. She has always been very discreet with her life and this latest incident was confidential with only a few people knowing. I was concerned because she was out of the office for a long time. I thought maybe she was ill but her secretary told me she was on vacation, getting "married".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mid-1980's, when she was having trouble with the woman she lived with then, I naively suggested she just put out an ad and get a new roommate. She stared back at me and then explained what she was saying. I blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the situation is I have a working relationship with a person who lives a lifestyle contrary to nature. It is now in my backyard. It is no longer just in the newspapers or on TV. I have a face for an end-time, prophetic precursor for the coming of my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am not naive anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6783241282869229006?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6783241282869229006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6783241282869229006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6783241282869229006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6783241282869229006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-old-something-new.html' title='Something Old, Something New'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5834861127931988531</id><published>2008-09-24T14:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:28:08.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosh Hashanah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rosh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hashanah&lt;/span&gt; brings to mind various things. Some folks will simply think, "Ah, a Jewish Holiday." Others will perhaps look up the meaning of this holiday and read about the ram horn and the Jewish calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my mind races back to 1975 when I found out I was pregnant, single and in college several hours away from home. I think of crisp weather, leaves on the trees turning colors, football practice sounds from the field behind the dorm, needing an extra blanket and making decisions which I had no way of knowing the full ramifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the traditions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rosh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hashanah&lt;/span&gt; are appropriate concerning my life. You are supposed to pray close to running water and symbolically throw your sins into that water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was so exposed and I totally committed to throwing my sins and my care to turbulent waters. I turned my back on everything I had planned and jumped with both feet into a different life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me felt complete and reborn. I was reborn to live in a total different existence. I had grown up with lots of communication but no order. I now lived with a family where there was order but absolutely no communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a part of me which kept apologizing for failure and kept trying to be the same Carolyn - whoever that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant didn't mean baby to me. Pregnant meant caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of May brought little eyes that looked back at me and expected direction and care. The household which provided order in my life then taught me how to care for this little one. I wasn't ready, I didn't plan on becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; caretaker. The future I had before me was redirected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me seven years to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relinquish&lt;/span&gt; my idea of myself. Only a perfect Savior could make a difference in me. Out with the old and in with the new.  It was Jesus who changed my life and is now my Redeemer.  I am totally dependent on Him sorting out the specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rosh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hashanah&lt;/span&gt;, I revisit my eighteenth year and remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5834861127931988531?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5834861127931988531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5834861127931988531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5834861127931988531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5834861127931988531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/09/rosh-hashanah.html' title='Rosh Hashanah'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7066642326448948135</id><published>2008-09-22T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:58:22.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SNhatf_jyrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FrXk52RdVJw/s1600-h/Maverick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249045103429012146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SNhatf_jyrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FrXk52RdVJw/s400/Maverick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Maverick.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are praying for an active ministry for this little man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came into the world singing and he continues to sing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is easily comforted which is amazing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7066642326448948135?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7066642326448948135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7066642326448948135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7066642326448948135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7066642326448948135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/09/newest-addition.html' title='The Newest Addition'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SNhatf_jyrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FrXk52RdVJw/s72-c/Maverick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8442875128760114784</id><published>2008-09-19T14:27:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:05:11.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike Ilk</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend of mine who lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Conroe&lt;/span&gt;, Texas which was hit hard by hurricane Ike. They do not expect their electricity to be on for several weeks. There is no gasoline in their area. He had to drive 70 miles to find gas for his generator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that there are groups bringing generators into the area and making a killing. But these generators are too small to power a whole house. Folks are hooking the generators up to their electrical boxes which actually endangers the power company people on the poles as they attempt to bring power back into the area. He says they run the risk of a surge coming back on them as they turn on the switches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of all the newspaper articles about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FEMA's&lt;/span&gt; failings, write an article about the danger and risk residents put on people trying to do their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the folks who wouldn't evacuate and the expense on first responders compounded by rescue needs not to mention recovery? Do we have to demand instead of suggest folks evacuate? Or should we as a nation put declaimers on evacuation demands like - "If you do not evacuate, you will be billed for any need of rescue"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told the officials in Galveston informed the people who wouldn't evacuate to write their social security number on their body with permanent marker to make their identification easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to compare the cost to taxpayers for those who ride out the storm and then get into trouble versus housing evacuees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of preaching the gospel and conviction falling with people leaving out the back door. Safety is offered but rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost being persuaded - some of the saddest words in the Bible.&lt;br /&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/1408259612396003288-8442875128760114784?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8442875128760114784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8442875128760114784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8442875128760114784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8442875128760114784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike-ilk.html' title='Ike Ilk'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-681120873384379829</id><published>2008-09-16T12:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:38:32.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to Post This</title><content type='html'>Carolyn Duffy writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was talking to a friend of mine's little girl, and she said she wanted to be President some day. Both of her parents, liberal Democrats, were standing there, so I asked her, "If you were President what would be the first thing you would do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "I'd give food and houses to all the homeless people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow - what a worthy goal!" I told her. "You don't have to wait until you're President to do that. You can come over to my house and mow, pull weeds, and sweep my yard, and I'll pay you $50. Then, I'll take you over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward food or a new house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought that over for a few moments because she's only 6 years old. And while her Mom glared at me, the young child looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Why doesn't the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the $50?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Welcome to the Republican Party." Her folks still aren't talking to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-681120873384379829?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/681120873384379829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=681120873384379829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/681120873384379829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/681120873384379829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/09/had-to-post-this.html' title='Had to Post This'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-3161595978445529760</id><published>2008-08-26T11:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:25:25.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Very Old Memories</title><content type='html'>Watched a movie last night with a story line that involves a ten to eleven year old girl who's mother dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes screenwriters hit the mark and this movie was one of those times. For you who do not know me, my father was killed in a farming accident when I was ten years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in the movie you could see pain revisiting the girl's face when she thought she was in jeopardy of losing another important adult relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another part, she wept when she realized she was starting to forget little things about her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These scenes brought back two very real memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember desparately wanting everything to stay the same; no more loss, please. I also remember going down the list of things I remembered about my dad, making sure they stayed fresh. I knew the minute I let go - I might not be able to recall him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the deep dreams I sometimes fall into where I walk out to the milk house and there he is. He looks up at me and acts like he has been there all along. Those dreams are precious to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-3161595978445529760?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3161595978445529760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=3161595978445529760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3161595978445529760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3161595978445529760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-very-old-memories.html' title='Two Very Old Memories'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-2361986630221900586</id><published>2008-08-25T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:31:52.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Bad</title><content type='html'>You know you have been playing too much Nintendo when you see four cars in a row ahead of you and expect them to disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-2361986630221900586?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2361986630221900586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=2361986630221900586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2361986630221900586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2361986630221900586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/08/pretty-bad.html' title='Pretty Bad'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-659088401570005564</id><published>2008-08-19T07:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:53:41.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was A Great Service!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the music was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am coming back next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had alot of visitors, we're doing good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But let him that glorieth glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth me, that I am the Lord which exercise lovingkindness, judgment, and righteousness, in the earth: for in these things I delight, saith the Lord. Jeremiah 9:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;the purpose for assembling ourselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-659088401570005564?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/659088401570005564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=659088401570005564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/659088401570005564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/659088401570005564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-was-great-service.html' title='That Was A Great Service!'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-573619454775686337</id><published>2008-08-18T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:29:17.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fell Off the Rostrum</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the conference, I thought I had more stage to step out on and fell about four feet onto my knee. It was during offering so only a few people saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't embarrassed because there was nothing I could have done about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typos on the resolutions for the business meeting embarrassed me more than falling off the rostrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hurt myself because I had worked out that afternoon so I was still a bit limber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me - sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-573619454775686337?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/573619454775686337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=573619454775686337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/573619454775686337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/573619454775686337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-fell-off-rostrum.html' title='I Fell Off the Rostrum'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8575257132351370397</id><published>2008-08-14T11:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:14:20.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Must Be a Chameleon</title><content type='html'>Note: my apologies; I have been out of pocket for a few weeks.  Our ministerial group had our annual conference last week.  I serve on the board as the secretary/treasurer so I was very busy and unable to keep up with this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To the weak became I as weak, that I might gain the weak: I am made all things to all men, that I might by all means save some.  1 Cor. 9:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a revelation to me as I enjoyed the company of the ministers who assembled at the conference.  I LOVED meeting the spouses of men who I have worked with for a few years.  I enjoyed visiting with the missionaries I have watched the Lord bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved from conversation to conversation with excitement.  Each group had so much to share and I wanted to hear all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last conversation I had in the lobby of the hotel concerned me.  A couple of my friends were lamenting that the association is getting so big now that cliques are forming.  I was confused.  I did not see the same thing happening because I honestly feel at home with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of trying to repent of my chameleon nature it must be a true gift from God as I flit from person to person trying to touch each one in a way that will make a difference for the Kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on a lot of peoples' shoes last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8575257132351370397?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8575257132351370397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8575257132351370397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8575257132351370397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8575257132351370397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-must-be-chameleon.html' title='Why I Must Be a Chameleon'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6264950960241720163</id><published>2008-07-17T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:56:31.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Us and Them</title><content type='html'>After I had made a mess of a perfectly fine life, my Savior revealed Himself to me. I had no idea how certain I would feel making the leap into my new life and taking my girls with me but I sold all for this personal pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aligned myself with scripture and daily feasted on more and more of His word. I identified with the prophets, apostles, kings and strategists. But as I read David's Psalms which spoke of enemies, I couldn't name any enemies in my life. Whenever I couldn't really understand something, I would just let it lay and not struggle too much. So I put "enemy" under the category of anything which comes against the knowledge of God rather than any particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard preaching about Madeline Murray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;O'Hare&lt;/span&gt; and what "damage" she did by taking prayer out of school but that didn't concern me because I served a God who created all things for His purpose including any opposition. I believe that to strengthen or purify any material it needs to be refined. Rough surfaces need sanding to create luster. And I will be the first to admit my rough spots needed some sanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I never really named an enemy in my life but rather trusted a omnipotent and wise Creator to custom make an experience for me which would be a glory and testimony to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my confession - I could see how one touch of the revelation of who Jesus is could change anyone. This includes hardened criminals, addicts, humanists, politicians, opera singers, governors, Sonic managers, Jewish cooks, lonely widows, not so lonely widows; you get the picture... I believed the vilest sinner could be changed into His likeness. If I could be changed, anyone could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember standing in a very long line at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Furr's&lt;/span&gt; and looking out over the dining room and wanting to yell out, "Attention everybody!!! I have found a secret which changed my life and I know it can change yours too if you knew it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got the Holy Ghost I was wondering why its offer wasn't on the 6:00 news so everyone could get it. I wasn't a young kid, I was 25 years old and was naive enough to think if everyone just understood, they would embrace Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my attitude all along so I don't really have much of an us and them attitude. I consider those who don't serve Him to simply be ignorant of the possibility - just give them time and they will see. So I don't feel obligated to fight silly fights when we have a maestro conducting this symphony called the Kingdom of God. My responsibility is to play my part to harmonize with the other instruments He has called into the orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to play first chair though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6264950960241720163?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6264950960241720163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6264950960241720163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6264950960241720163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6264950960241720163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/07/us-and-them.html' title='Us and Them'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-2832162215123940989</id><published>2008-07-09T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:08:00.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking God</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;For a multitude of the people, even many of Ephraim, and Manasseh, Issachar, and Zebulun, had not cleansed themselves, yet did they eat the passover otherwise than it was written. But Hezekiah prayed for them, saying, The good LORD pardon every one That prepareth his heart to seek God, the LORD God of his fathers, though he be not cleansed according to the purification of the sanctuary.  And the LORD hearkened to Hezekiah, and healed the people.  2 Chron. 30:18-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I want to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Hezekiah and his prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were able to partake of the passover after they prepared their heart to seek God yet hadn't purified the sanctuary according to the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hezekiah interceding for the people.  A portion of God's grace recorded in the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healing of the crowd.  Healing so they could turn to their God.  Spiritual healing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-2832162215123940989?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2832162215123940989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=2832162215123940989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2832162215123940989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2832162215123940989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/07/seeking-god.html' title='Seeking God'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6925232010164347196</id><published>2008-07-04T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:57:10.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Can We Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then said some of his disciples among themselves, What is this that he saith unto us, A little while, and ye shall not see me: and again, a little while, and ye shall see me: and, Because I go to the Father? They said therefore, What is this that he saith, A little while? we cannot tell what he saith. Now Jesus knew that they were desirous to ask him, and said unto them, Do ye enquire among yourselves of that I said, A little while, and ye shall not see me: and again, a little while, and ye shall see me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John 16:17-19&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord had just told His disciples a profound statement. Instead of asking clarifying questions of Him, they discussed it among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the closest companions Jesus had during His life on earth and even they hesitated to approach Him.  But He knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pointed out the answer wasn't in their discussion of His statement - the answer was found from the Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we, as carnal beings, think we can gain more spiritual understanding through our discussions with each other when the Source holds the answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6925232010164347196?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6925232010164347196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6925232010164347196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6925232010164347196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6925232010164347196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-can-we-go.html' title='Where Can We Go'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6801830569211538568</id><published>2008-06-25T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:27:48.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alarms</title><content type='html'>Across the street from my apartment is a pawn shop that has a touchy alarm system. After being awoken nightly and watching the police pull in, point their flashlight in the showroom and then pull away for the last six weeks, I called to complain. The manager reluctantly came to the phone, explained there was nothing they could do about it and hung up on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself the alarm system &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; necessary in the event of a real intruder but will the police take their time arriving because of their previous experiences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it went off again and this time it planted a nightmare in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare went like this - My husband, Steve and I were in the car. Steve was anxiously driving while there were thousands of people running alongside the road going in the same direction. An acquaintance of ours saw us, made eye contact with us and then ran around the front of our car and got caught in the wheel well and was spun out behind us. Steve and I were shocked and looked into each other's eyes in disbelief. I woke up immediately and thought to myself that I would be able to recover from the tragedy because I knew she made the mistake and choice to run in front of the car but I knew Steve would not be able to shake it off and would harbor an overwhelming guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the nightmare represents the concern I have for the Kingdom of God. This is such a complex post, but to unravel how I am led this morning, I would like to explore three parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, has the church become accustom to hearing about end times so much they do not feel anxious when they hear signs of Jesus' imminent return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, how many people are making dangerous choices right in front of us concerning their soul's salvation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, many of us need to recover from survivor's guilt.  How can we protect our hearts and our own salvation from being affected by what is thrust on us through no choice of our own? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not heartless, in fact, just the opposite.  I just believe the Lord provides opportunities for intercessory acts and it is through His leading that we make the most headway.  We lose more chances at making a real difference by forcing our way ahead of Him.  Instead, we pat ourselves on the back at how good we are at "standing in the gap" for lost souls.  Are we really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must prayerfully consider our direction and be convinced He places our feet where they should go as we follow Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6801830569211538568?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6801830569211538568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6801830569211538568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6801830569211538568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6801830569211538568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/alarms.html' title='Alarms'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-220104879872212434</id><published>2008-06-23T10:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:12:18.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Statistics</title><content type='html'>Testing my brain age confirmed I needed help.  My brain age was 72.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing some daily training I have gotten it down to 49. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is loads of fun.  After completing an exercise you get a picture of how fast your brain is working.  I started out with a stick figure walking and was told I was thinking at walking speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started getting that same stick figure riding a bike, then a car, train and I thought the fastest was the jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after an exercise I got a rocket!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-220104879872212434?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/220104879872212434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=220104879872212434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/220104879872212434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/220104879872212434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/latest-statistics.html' title='Latest Statistics'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5690705297920612230</id><published>2008-06-20T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:17:18.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incognito Christians</title><content type='html'>There is no way around it, either you &lt;em&gt;represent&lt;/em&gt; or He won't represent you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5690705297920612230?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5690705297920612230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5690705297920612230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5690705297920612230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5690705297920612230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/incognito-christians.html' title='Incognito Christians'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7793507720616468884</id><published>2008-06-19T14:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:26:20.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SFq7StIdrxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7lctg6wGh3Q/s1600-h/thumbnail%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213685448661905170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SFq7StIdrxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7lctg6wGh3Q/s400/thumbnail%5B6%5D.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I did it, folks! Got me a &lt;em&gt;Nintendo DS Lite. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting one ever since I seriously started losing my mind. You laugh - but the other day I was writing something longhand and tried to remember how to spell the word "maintain" without &lt;em&gt;Spellcheck.&lt;/em&gt; I couldn't coax the spelling to place I could use it even after making myself relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I also got the game &lt;em&gt;Brain Age, &lt;/em&gt;to start exercising my brain. I really wanted &lt;em&gt;Brain Age 2&lt;/em&gt; because it got better reviews but &lt;em&gt;Brain Age&lt;/em&gt; takes an assessment of how old your brain has become. Then you can mark your progress as you work your way younger.  You can tell I have done my research.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The young man who helped me find the system didn't think it was strange that I was buying it; he commented that recent research found that the average age of gamers is now 32. It was then that he really looked at me and I at him. I don't know if he was complimenting me or he hadn't really noticed how old I was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;If he could have taken a CAT scan of my brain he would have seen I was close to 102!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/1408259612396003288-7793507720616468884?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7793507720616468884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7793507720616468884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7793507720616468884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7793507720616468884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SFq7StIdrxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7lctg6wGh3Q/s72-c/thumbnail%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-4965534721510148942</id><published>2008-06-18T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:50:58.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Backward Adamic Nature</title><content type='html'>Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame,...Hebrews 12:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gave us the example to endure pain and despise shame.  Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adamic&lt;/span&gt; nature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgoes&lt;/span&gt; pain of any sort and in this generation of "public recovery" has lost the concept of shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-4965534721510148942?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4965534721510148942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=4965534721510148942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4965534721510148942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4965534721510148942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-backward-adamic-nature.html' title='Our Backward Adamic Nature'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5182451501182451074</id><published>2008-06-18T08:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:24:03.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outward Order - Inward Lack</title><content type='html'>In the Amplified Bible, Galatians 6:12-16 reads as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Those who want to make a good impression and a fine show in the flesh would try to compel you to receive circumcision, simply so that they may escape being persecuted for allegiance to the cross of Christ (the Messiah, the Anointed One).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For even the circumcised [Jews] themselves do not [really] keep the Law, but they want to have you circumcised in order that they may glory in your flesh (your subjection to external rites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But far be it from me to glory [in anything or anyone] except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ (the Messiah) through Whom the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For neither is circumcision [now] of any importance, nor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uncircumcision&lt;/span&gt;, but [only] a new creation [the result of a new birth and a new nature in Christ Jesus, the Messiah].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and mercy be upon all who walk by this rule [who discipline themselves and regulate their lives by this principle], even upon the [true] Israel of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul didn't want his followers to forget what salvation actually was. He knew the changing power of a Holy God as he had met Him earlier on the road. We don't have to remain the same and we don't have to blend in to make sure we are not persecuted. There is still power in the blood and no amount of outward order can replace a true experience with the power of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5182451501182451074?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5182451501182451074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5182451501182451074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5182451501182451074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5182451501182451074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/outward-order-inward-lack.html' title='Outward Order - Inward Lack'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8861824142417035198</id><published>2008-06-17T19:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:24:49.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on Record</title><content type='html'>I have to go on record. Enough has been said in the news about California and their amended marriage licenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have drug out and touted this 55-year relationship between two women which will now have the rights of "marriage".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that after spending any length of time in a committed relationship that to relinquish control of medical decisions for a partner or the lack of social security benefits for dependents and any other security would be disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I submit - they make physical revisions from nature to enjoy their relationship surely they can anticipate and make financial arrangements for the care of each other in like manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sign of the times. Current trends give permission to avoid anything opposite in favor of a corner full of same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8861824142417035198?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8861824142417035198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8861824142417035198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8861824142417035198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8861824142417035198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-on-record.html' title='Going on Record'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-2886573662019640759</id><published>2008-06-16T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:44:52.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Adjustment</title><content type='html'>I started out with pretty low standards. Jesus knew this when He gave me His Spirit to help me overcome. Through the pure preaching of His Word, I still get convicted. Conviction causes me to hang my head and not look my Savior full in His face. It is through the impetus of this conviction that draws me to the altar of God to make adjustments. The holy atmosphere of an altar service provides the perfect birthing support to adjustments in my nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this were any other bout in any other issue in my life besides facing a Holy God, I would simply educate myself and try to practice good habits. But this part of me - my nature - needs refining and changed to be like Him. There is a tool whereby I can master myself and that is to be miraculously adjusted by the Holy Ghost power. I can kneel and confess, seek and linger, stand up and realize I am no longer tempted in that weak area anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am made aware of my insufficiency through the power of the Word. I submit myself for redefining. I end up changed in the very core of myself so I do not struggle to “put on a face”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so much easier than pretend church, pretend relationship, pretend security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-2886573662019640759?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2886573662019640759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=2886573662019640759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2886573662019640759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2886573662019640759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/adjustment.html' title='An Adjustment'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-3876358476328570427</id><published>2008-06-04T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:51:10.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Eunuchs</title><content type='html'>We should not let our focus on service cause us to sacrifice our ability to procreate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we do procreate in God's Kingdom, let all our offspring be teachable and able to eventually stand on their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-3876358476328570427?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3876358476328570427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=3876358476328570427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3876358476328570427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3876358476328570427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/spiritual-eunuchs.html' title='Spiritual Eunuchs'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-1413166059691163837</id><published>2008-06-03T23:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:12:42.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6poo__S2h8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6poo__S2h8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned something last week at the expense of my daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had always felt that I disappointed my mother. I was 31 when she died and I hadn't really ironed my life out by that time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other night after an emotional discussion with my 32 year old daughter, she blurted out that she thought I was disappointed with her. At the time it didn't even fit what I was thinking. But it wasn't until the next day when I pondered the thought that my eyes were opened to how my mother must have viewed me at that age.  There is absolutely no hint of disappointment as I consider her life.  I just like her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now instead of focusing on how little I had accomplished before she was taken, I remember how much my mom liked me.&lt;/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/1408259612396003288-1413166059691163837?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1413166059691163837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=1413166059691163837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1413166059691163837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1413166059691163837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/06/always-learning.html' title='Always Learning'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-4587892226763577594</id><published>2008-05-29T09:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:09:17.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Die</title><content type='html'>And some things are purposefully killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile people are falling in the wilderness ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-4587892226763577594?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4587892226763577594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=4587892226763577594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4587892226763577594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4587892226763577594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-things-die.html' title='Some Things Die'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-9023247520925539996</id><published>2008-05-27T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:01:09.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cattle Call</title><content type='html'>I just watched a documentary entitled "Rank".  It followed the three best bullriders of 2004 as they went for the title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a part of the film where there was a shot of the bulls being moved through the pens single file and then there was a cut away to a shot of the crowd filing into the stadium and then back to the bulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those particular shots were hilarious tied together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-9023247520925539996?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/9023247520925539996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=9023247520925539996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/9023247520925539996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/9023247520925539996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/05/cattle-call.html' title='Cattle Call'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-872119865165799247</id><published>2008-05-24T09:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:38:47.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put on Righteousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Though favor is shown to the wicked, yet they do not learn righteousness; in the land of uprightness they deal perversely and refuse to see the majesty of the Lord.  Isaiah 26:10 (Amplified)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the passage of Psalm 7:9, David sings about the Lord trying our hearts and reins.  Jeremiah talks about the Lord of hosts trying the reins and hearts in chapter 11 verse 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the above scripture from Isaiah, he tells us that it doesn't matter if the Lord answers prayers and shows favor to those who are not actively living for Him, they won't learn righteousness from that answered prayer.  The way we could learn to walk in righteousness is if we answer His call when He tests (tries) what controls our decisions (reins) and checks our heart.  This is how to develop communication with a Living God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep Him far enough away from you that you do not establish easy communication, then you save yourself from answering His requests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with that is when people "get into a pickle" and they &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; where the answer is, when they start praying like mad for an answer even if He showed them favor, they wouldn't learn righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first - God is righteous.  He wants us to benefit from His righteousness.  He knows how to direct each individual in His righteousness.   He knows how to eradicate anything that stands in the way of us benefiting from His righteousness (and favor).  His eradication of those things involve us laying down our way and choosing His way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-872119865165799247?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/872119865165799247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=872119865165799247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/872119865165799247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/872119865165799247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/05/put-on-righteousness.html' title='Put on Righteousness'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7512445569136908030</id><published>2008-05-21T12:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:11:44.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Alarmed</title><content type='html'>New Orleans - built in a bowl below sea level and surrounded by water on all sides. The only barriers keeping the water in place were levees designed to withstand hurricane forces up to a level three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrogance of the Man-Builder to think that the forces of nature would not surpass the degree of protection they created. Yet when Katrina came through - the storm did not stop to consider the significance, traditions or culture of New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Army Corps of Engineers' predictions were of no use after the fact. The city lay devastated and subject to disease. Man-made partitions did not save one single street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man-made to protect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like it should hold for a level three...it has been tested to hold for a level three.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oh, no! This hurricane is going to hit us at a level four or five!! Quick, get the people out of the city, evacuate, evacuate!!! Oh, no, there's not time; get everyone in the stadium and hunker down and pray for the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus railed against man-made traditions designed to save. Folks who thought it was admirable and reasonable to ask to turn back in order to take care of parents were told "let the dead bury the dead". Could you imagine? What a thought! Doesn't seem too loving, does it? Yet He was saying the best way you can love your family is if you take up your cross and follow Him the way &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think more than anything we need to teach our congregations who Jesus is and require our teachers to be able to explain the doctrine of who Jesus is. It is not enough for pastors to insulate themselves from the responsibility of answering to their God in eternity for the souls in their care by appointing someone to teach new members the New Testament doctrine in one class session. The pulpit needs to require it of anyone who holds position and will be looked up to for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, Christian people who keep their trinitarian beliefs, dividing the Godhead into three people, infiltrating our congregations, trying to serve in our churches are like man-made, level three levees. &lt;em&gt;Surely their talents are enough proof they love Jesus even while they twist scripture... &lt;/em&gt;Facing Jesus at Judgement is like the ultimate level six hurricane. When He says, "I never knew you [and you never knew Me]", those levees are not going to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that if the Lord tarries, my grandchildren will grow up fighting for this precious Truth to help save their generation. I am praying they will know which "levee" will withstand the beating of any force of nature because they have tested it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am an alarmist who weeps for this generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7512445569136908030?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7512445569136908030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7512445569136908030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7512445569136908030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7512445569136908030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-alarmed.html' title='I am Alarmed'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6960619579939400747</id><published>2008-05-20T17:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:28:11.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Perfect Be the Enemy of Good</title><content type='html'>I heard a woman say this on NPR just a moment ago. She was talking about planting a flower garden with native plants. The point she was stressing is most people will not start replacing their "water hungry" plants without being able to complete the whole bed - therefore any amount of worth is postponed until a complete work can be accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her comment fit the situation. People aim for perfection or completion and value is missed from not initiating small changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This subject could be applied in the Spiritual realm as well. How many of us postpone any kind of work on ourselves because it seems so insurmountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let perfect be the enemy of good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6960619579939400747?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6960619579939400747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6960619579939400747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6960619579939400747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6960619579939400747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-let-perfect-be-enemy-of-good.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Perfect Be the Enemy of Good'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-4477810328590429557</id><published>2008-05-12T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:17:53.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Bad Sport</title><content type='html'>Really, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it but &lt;strong&gt;I do not like to lose&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a really neat thing happen not too long ago.  I play hearts on the computer but if I get behind on the first hand, I shut the thing down and don't play the rest of the game or I just start it again.  The other day I needed to leave the house and I had just started playing and was the winner so far.  The computer asked me if I wanted to save the game for later and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I play hearts that game comes up even though I have finished it a couple times and I am always ahead when I start!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful thing for people like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-4477810328590429557?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4477810328590429557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=4477810328590429557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4477810328590429557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4477810328590429557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-bad-sport.html' title='I am a Bad Sport'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5243391664696568701</id><published>2008-05-06T20:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:13:38.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Crane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SCENNANV9ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/J8VW3m4giMU/s1600-h/Em+and+baby+crane+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449962007688594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SCENNANV9ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/J8VW3m4giMU/s400/Em+and+baby+crane+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SCEM-ANV9YI/AAAAAAAAABc/0OHLCWsN06U/s1600-h/Em+and+baby+crane1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449704309650818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SCEM-ANV9YI/AAAAAAAAABc/0OHLCWsN06U/s400/Em+and+baby+crane1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SCEMbQNV9WI/AAAAAAAAABM/uCSqRoaf9fc/s1600-h/Em+and+baby+crane2+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449107309196642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SCEMbQNV9WI/AAAAAAAAABM/uCSqRoaf9fc/s400/Em+and+baby+crane2+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily sent me these pictures. I had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nesting ground for this little guy was affected by Hurricane Katrina. The government has been trying to coax them back; Em tells me she sometimes wears a costume created to look like a crane to be able to move inconspicuously among the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks absolutely delighted with her work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5243391664696568701?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5243391664696568701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5243391664696568701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5243391664696568701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5243391664696568701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/05/proud-grandma.html' title='Baby Crane'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/SCENNANV9ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/J8VW3m4giMU/s72-c/Em+and+baby+crane+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-1480025033139076462</id><published>2008-05-05T18:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:17:08.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Really Happened</title><content type='html'>Saturday I was working on the computer and listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSNBC&lt;/span&gt; in the background.  They were talking about the upcoming presidential election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I hear the announcer say, "Let's hear from our correspondent in Washington D.C., Emily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hile&lt;/span&gt;."  I nearly fell out of my chair.  Part of me wasn't surprised and part of me was super proud.  I turned around expecting to see my daughter on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was someone who spells their name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD to call Em and tell her.  It was an amazing feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-1480025033139076462?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1480025033139076462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=1480025033139076462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1480025033139076462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1480025033139076462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-really-happened.html' title='It Really Happened'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-2782295927292752793</id><published>2008-04-28T16:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:44:35.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Men Vote on Matters of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;We believe (I believe) in one God, the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible. And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of God, and born of the Father before all ages. (God of God) light of light, true God of true God. Begotten not made, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consubstantial&lt;/span&gt; to the Father, by whom all things were made. Who for us men and for our salvation came down from heaven. And was incarnate of the Holy Ghost and of the Virgin Mary and was made man; was crucified also for us under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pontius&lt;/span&gt; Pilate, suffered and was buried; and the third day rose again according to the Scriptures. And ascended into heaven, sits at the right hand of the Father, and shall come again with glory to judge the living and the dead, of whose Kingdom there shall be no end. And (I believe) in the Holy Ghost, the Lord and Giver of life, who proceeds from the Father (and the Son), who together with the Father and the Son is to be adored and glorified, who spoke by the Prophets. And one holy, catholic, and apostolic Church. We confess (I confess) one baptism for the remission of sins. And we look for (I look for) the resurrection of the dead and the life of the world to come. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The above is the Nicene Creed voted on in 325 A.D. While two men stood up for what they believed to be the truth of Jesus, the majority came up with that statement of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emperor&lt;/span&gt; was a new convert and he ordered they meet and come up with a common belief. He was the first Roman ruler to be a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing they decided during this council was when and if to celebrate the resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also decided how to make life harder on the Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-2782295927292752793?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2782295927292752793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=2782295927292752793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2782295927292752793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2782295927292752793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-men-vote.html' title='When Men Vote on Matters of Faith'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-2204048063904567822</id><published>2008-04-24T14:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:55:27.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Chance at Birth</title><content type='html'>I was baptized with the Holy Ghost at an altar which was in shambles. The sanctuary was in the middle of a renovation. Sawdust, nails, pieces of wood strewn around were possible objects of harm. It was a dangerous birth in the Spirit - accompanied by a few women. The sound of hammering was in the background. There was no soft, imploring music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after receiving the Holy Ghost I was confronted and challenged with my newly repented past by looking into the eyes of the last person on earth I wanted to see. This was the beginning of the battle to steal and destroy my experience with Holy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could report that I arrived home wet from my baptism in Jesus Name with Heaven open, clear streets, wisdom at my fingertips, a ready answer for the hope which now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lieth&lt;/span&gt; in me and my home would be at peace. But, no, my home was torn, my relationships changed, my job didn't fit, my mother wrung her hands once again in worry. My step-father pronounced that "Carolyn has always been extreme. It is nothing new." I felt like a failure with my family - a failure with my parenting - and certainly the worst witness for my new Jesus. I didn't fit at home. I didn't fit with my friends. I didn't fit much anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the church doors were open and I had a chance to have sweet fellowship with like-minded people worshipping a true God - I couldn't "play" church. It was do or die. All or nothing. I have one knob on my intensity and it is set at high volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the message, all of it. The older generation of believers have paid a dear cost for the integrity of the message. It distresses us when we perceive that it will not be passed to the next with the same belief that all things are possible as long as it stays smack dab in the middle of the Lord Jesus Christ's will. It also distresses us when we see services for the congregation's purpose rather than the Lord's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do we aim to please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next question is, will this hopeless, desperate generation find a place to be born in the Holy Ghost with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; guides full of enough wisdom to recognize when there will be a bloody battle in the process?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-2204048063904567822?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2204048063904567822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=2204048063904567822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2204048063904567822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2204048063904567822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloody-chance-at-birth.html' title='Bloody Chance at Birth'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-4503270966682729367</id><published>2008-04-23T16:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:40:07.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>My younger daughter used to whistle one note over and over when she was happy and thinking.  She didn't even know she was doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older daughter asked me one time to "make her stop, Mom!!!"  I explained that I couldn't make her stop because when I heard her whistling like that I knew she was happy and I knew she was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after I explained the reason her sister did it, she too enjoyed hearing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what her daughters do involuntarily which lets her know they are content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-4503270966682729367?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4503270966682729367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=4503270966682729367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4503270966682729367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4503270966682729367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-727782744219298393</id><published>2008-04-22T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:32:12.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth</title><content type='html'>Since when did the earth become gender specific?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people refer to it as female? I remember this habit becoming more popular in the late 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is because they need to in order to show they care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-727782744219298393?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/727782744219298393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=727782744219298393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/727782744219298393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/727782744219298393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/earth.html' title='Earth'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6617528394794392028</id><published>2008-04-21T12:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:33:10.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Salvation</title><content type='html'>The church I attended as a child had regular "carry in" dinners. We would have several tables full of food and we enjoyed the fellowship of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been an adult, I have encountered a curious habit of my fellow believers which disturbs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who made the green beans?" "Did you see who brought the ham?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks will not eat the food prepared by their brother or sister in the Lord. They pick and choose according to their impression of the household where the dish was prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgo&lt;/span&gt; partaking of a dish because of who prepared it. I have refused coconut pie because I don't care for coconut but not because of who prepared it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several foundational principles my parents taught me. From my father I learned to return a borrowed item to the lender in better shape than it was. From my mother I remember to tithe and be faithful to the house of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it my mother also taught us to include everyone who is present. And I am sure she must have taught us to be gracious when served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a common salvation and everyone who prepares a dish, lesson, song or dance is important in the Kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6617528394794392028?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6617528394794392028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6617528394794392028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6617528394794392028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6617528394794392028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/common-salvation.html' title='Common Salvation'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-4555121984116344451</id><published>2008-04-18T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:36:34.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to an Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;And a man's foes shall be they of his own household. He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of&lt;br /&gt;me. And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me. Matthew 10:36-38&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jesus was teaching and warning the crowd of things to come. The people had spent their lives under one kind of hierarchical method of worship. It was a type of life where there were "haves" and "have nots".  Those who were able felt blessed of God and approved.  But, the humble folks who tried and failed may have toyed with the idea of giving up and wishing there was more to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus brought good news. Everyone would have a chance at an abundant life. The problem started when some embraced the chance wholeheartedly while others pulled back from such radical ideas because it would require all of them. Unfortunately, this oppositional mix was already in family units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Jesus commanded us to take up our cross and follow Him regardless of those who do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people in the church who met and fell in love with a Savior after they were adults and had already started their families. They were trying to work out a life without the precious blood of the Lamb. Circumstances bring them to their knees and He met them there and rebuilds their life. They embrace this opportunity with everything in them and they expect when they get it perfectly explained to everyone they love, they too, will embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the realization settles that not everyone who hears the good news wants it, what choices are presented? You can forge ahead carrying your cross trying to fit it into your home or you can drop it. You read in the scriptures where Paul admonishes those who are bound to a wife not to seek to be loosed and you accept the challenge. Meanwhile you raise beautiful children and long for deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church has to come to an understanding that we don't want to revert to dividing into the "haves" and "have nots".  There are homes where there is one soul going one way and is suppose to be &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;with another soul which actively chooses to go another. From the outside it doesn't look very promising and questions arise from naivete. Meanwhile, the cross bearing becomes the only source of comfort. The church sanctuary, prayer room and altar are the oasis these children of God need to stay alive in a very barren land. When the church doors are open for corporate worship they present themselves with abandon because they know it is their only chance to be "alone" with the King of Kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, beautiful children are being raised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-4555121984116344451?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/4555121984116344451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=4555121984116344451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4555121984116344451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/4555121984116344451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/coming-to-understanding.html' title='Coming to an Understanding'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-3713679733511319063</id><published>2008-04-17T09:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:36:43.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father God</title><content type='html'>I am suspicious of the term Father God.  It makes me go into high alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is because I have not had an earthly father since 1967.  The authority of a father is foreign to me.  I have submitted myself to a pastor but he never took the place of a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem thinking of Jesus as a bridegroom, lover or a very present help in time of trouble but I have never put him in the position of Father.  When I consider His works in the Old Testament before He robed flesh I call Him Jehovah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot call Him Father.  To me, the intimacy between us is not a father/daughter relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me He is my Lord, my Savior, my Redeemer.  My Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-3713679733511319063?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3713679733511319063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=3713679733511319063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3713679733511319063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3713679733511319063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/father-god.html' title='Father God'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7845512613443859422</id><published>2008-04-16T13:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:22:18.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Man</title><content type='html'>Abdominal surgery yesterday, doing laundry today.  What a man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7845512613443859422?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7845512613443859422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7845512613443859422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7845512613443859422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7845512613443859422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-man.html' title='My Man'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7955435009165173531</id><published>2008-04-15T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:55:30.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Yourself</title><content type='html'>During my lifetime women have been encouraged to develop their own credit and be aware of the bills and insurance papers so that if they lost their husbands, they wouldn't be ignorant or a non-person in credit land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would like to add to this.  I think that men should learn to make their own dental and medical appointments.  They also need to learn how to read the directions on how to prepare for the occasional medical procedure.  If they don't start now and, heaven forbid, lose their wives they too will be lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly - I sat in the waiting room of our local &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Surgicare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and watched man after man look stumped while the female who escorted them led them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is usually pretty up to the minute with instructions on how to build or fix anything around the house but if those instructions start with "no solid foods after midnight" he suddenly can't comprehend.  I have also found that instructions on the side of a plastic bottle are also written in female-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eze&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have said my piece...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7955435009165173531?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7955435009165173531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7955435009165173531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7955435009165173531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7955435009165173531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/help-yourself.html' title='Help Yourself'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-2364554294288598321</id><published>2008-04-09T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:10:48.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Requests</title><content type='html'>Our church has an email distribution list of people dedicated to interceding for the needs of the church body and those we love.  Today I was moved by a portion of one of the requests.  This saint of God was wanting us to pray for one of her co-workers who is losing her battle with cancer in her liver.  She listed several points to pray, i.e. strength, comfort, that her faith would not fail, etc.  And then she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and that even in the midst of all of her pain and disappointment she will see Jesus high and lifted up and that He will give her peace and joy for this journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that one of the most wonderful prayer requests you have ever read?  It gives our sovereign God all the glory and honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the depth and riches of the precious community of believers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-2364554294288598321?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2364554294288598321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=2364554294288598321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2364554294288598321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2364554294288598321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/prayer-requests.html' title='Prayer Requests'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-9104232809601042198</id><published>2008-04-09T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:58:45.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a War Zone</title><content type='html'>The other day an elderly friend of mine shared news of her grandson who is serving on the mission field in Mogadishu.  She told me he is struggling because the people who started the work left him alone and in charge too soon; they had to return to the states.  He has suffered through malaria three times and now he is battling skin worms.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t know how to build structures to house orphans.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t know how to budget their resources (bulk rice, etc.) and he has been left in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reports the Somalians do not count on a tomorrow so when they do get any amount of cash, they buy outlandish items like cell phones or clothes even though they are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a family was given a flock of chicks to raise to produce eggs to support the family.   He checked on them later only to find out they had eaten the chickens after they became hens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole ordeal reminds me of some of the brand new Christians I have observed through the years.  They do not know there is a tomorrow because they have been living in a war zone.  Now they have hope but do they actually know the larder full of resources they now have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we create a vision of tomorrow when daily living has been too much?  Only the Lord can give this grandson wisdom as he searches for the correct way to lay brick.  Only the Lord can bring a vision of tomorrow while we struggle to parcel our resources correctly today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-9104232809601042198?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/9104232809601042198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=9104232809601042198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/9104232809601042198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/9104232809601042198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/living-in-war-zone.html' title='Living in a War Zone'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-3069319106096218588</id><published>2008-04-08T15:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:42:37.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Lost Our Way</title><content type='html'>Isaiah 53:6 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.&lt;/blockquote&gt;This passage of scripture outlines the promise of a Savior and the works He will perform because mankind keeps trying to fit Jehovah into their lives while imagining vain things: thinking anything that looks successful must be "of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did the church of the living God start thinking we could go our own way and build bodies of believers any which way to get them in the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full pews are nothing when it comes to truly ministering the gospel. Five people who fear God, following the scriptures will move heaven and earth more mightily than a thousand in a worship service who are dancing to the beat of the music while being ignorant of His real name and His purpose in donning flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who have been called to preach His Word must make the message more important than appearances. If we accept the challenge of leading people we must also know we will give an account for bestowing assent to folks who have pretty much left Jesus out of their orderly, disciplined lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this happen? Maybe the pulpit is not filled with someone who wept to be saved themselves and therefore can nod at all the pretty people who fill their building regardless of their spiritual condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-3069319106096218588?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3069319106096218588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=3069319106096218588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3069319106096218588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3069319106096218588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-have-lost-our-way.html' title='We Have Lost Our Way'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-228627950562271662</id><published>2008-04-06T16:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:06:32.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Thought on Offering</title><content type='html'>Announced at service this weekend - we will now have a machine where you can pay your tithes and offering in the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;Previously when I posted my thoughts concerning paying offering and tithes electronically an anonymous comment suggested they feel they are giving of their "first fruits" by sending them electronically as they sit to compile their bill payments.&lt;br /&gt;I have no response to that other than "why not have your tithe and offering payroll-deducted" and then it will be even more "first fruits". You won't have to give it another thought and it won't take any time away from the worship service. Sounds like a win/win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The purpose of offering and tithe paying is part of your portion of worship for the furtherance of the gospel and support of the man of God who serves you.  It is not an inconvenience or interruption.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-228627950562271662?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/228627950562271662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=228627950562271662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/228627950562271662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/228627950562271662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-thought-on-offering.html' title='Another Thought on Offering'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7689958819510427755</id><published>2008-04-06T16:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:46:16.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Significant Other</title><content type='html'>I hear this term often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a lawn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;improvement&lt;/span&gt; show the other day and this older woman introduced one of the helpers of the crew as her &lt;em&gt;significant other. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It threw me. Why would she call him that instead of sweetheart, boyfriend or even lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because they have agreed their relationship has limitations which include everything but marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7689958819510427755?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7689958819510427755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7689958819510427755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7689958819510427755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7689958819510427755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/04/significant-other.html' title='Significant Other'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-1392133467577466166</id><published>2008-03-27T23:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:43:39.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With Conviction</title><content type='html'>This family obviously believes the message.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR4PQ30VkBk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AR4PQ30VkBk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-1392133467577466166?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1392133467577466166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=1392133467577466166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1392133467577466166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1392133467577466166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/with-conviction.html' title='With Conviction'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6808092251784758398</id><published>2008-03-26T23:31:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:17:48.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need for a Modern Day Scribe</title><content type='html'>There is a person in my life who recites details of spiritual importance endlessly. You have to be in the mood to follow some of the winding paths her conversations will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same person has a reverence for the Truths of Jesus which surpasses every other child of God. She brings a clean, certain gift of Tongues and Interpretation to the church body. The church is left knowing they have heard directly from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she was detailing the events from twenty years ago when more than one hundred people stood behind a pastor who had been called of God to make a difference in Austin. I was there but had forgotten seventy percent of what she was recalling. She doesn't just rely on her memories though, she has tapes and notes of Divine importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord made her this way for a purpose. She has built an ark of safety, she has begged people to climb aboard and be safe, she has sounded the alarm and weeps for her spiritual offspring who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forego&lt;/span&gt; such strict adherence. She would drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; home to remind them of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prophecies&lt;/span&gt; and charges from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have observed these occurrences for more than twenty-five years. Now that we are facing the ramifications of decisions made decades ago, I am pondering my culpability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be weighed in balances. Will I be found wanting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scriptures recording the history of Israel written by scribes are examples of how His Word will not pass away. The scribes were the recorders of what the prophets of God warned. The generations which followed were able to pick up the books and figure out why judgment had fallen. Did they number themselves when Jehovah didn't give them the thumbs up? Did they go into battle without the Lord sanctioning the fight? Did they rely on the convenience of a high place to sacrifice instead of doing it the Lord's way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For us, what does it matter? Can't we just be blessed without all the controversy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people think worship should be enough. Forget about the obedience factor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, Goliath is out in the middle of the field spewing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blasphemies&lt;/span&gt; and causing everyone to cower. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6808092251784758398?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6808092251784758398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6808092251784758398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6808092251784758398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6808092251784758398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/need-for-modern-day-scribe.html' title='The Need for a Modern Day Scribe'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7268874831590850834</id><published>2008-03-26T23:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:44:14.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clear Message</title><content type='html'>There is a new sign in front of the acupuncture school which is on my way home from work. It is a huge computer screen. The sign presents a half-typed, cryptic telephone number. After the number flashes a bit, the screen completely bursts into solid lights with what looks like Chinese writing running off the side of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a big mistake. Someone spent big money to have this sophisticated sign installed months ago. It has not been functional since that installation. I have gotten used to it not saying anything worth understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;turvy&lt;/span&gt; world I am not surprised at the amount people will invest in mechanisms while not being concerned about something to say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7268874831590850834?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7268874831590850834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7268874831590850834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7268874831590850834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7268874831590850834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/clear-message.html' title='A Clear Message'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6960896235376499609</id><published>2008-03-26T11:28:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:18:21.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt; was the first movie I remember from my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up thinking my life would be like Julie Andrews&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would have someone sing to me that they must have done something good in their life to have the privilege of me loving them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we needed to stand up for a belief, we would do it together even if it meant running away from everything we knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That hills were made for twirling around, looking up at the sky and belting out a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had two out of these three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have left everything I have known to pursue something I believe in. In fact, I have done that a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have twirled on the hills and sung at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched this movie the other night, I considered how our world has changed. The days of purity in falling in love are gone in modern day story lines. What a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than falling in love with a partner though, I would like to teach the next generation to stand against what they perceive as injustices in spite of the closeness of friends who disagree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a conscientious objector during World War II. One out of six brothers who served his country without bearing arms. The only brother who continued to stand for what he believed by replenishing livestock in Europe &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my heritage. Do I have a choice? I am made of the same fabric. There are things I believe which I cannot back down. There is "glossing over" and "just moving on" that I am unable to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a festering which will surface at some point and it is only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is our Lord's precious blood was enough to take care of any of these hidden lies. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6960896235376499609?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6960896235376499609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6960896235376499609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6960896235376499609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6960896235376499609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/sound-of-music.html' title='The Sound of Music'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8966778925687431213</id><published>2008-03-25T19:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:45:21.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way of the Hireling</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hireling fleeth, because he is an hireling, and careth not for the sheep.  John 10:13 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is not yours, don't obligate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not hear from heaven. You will not receive divine direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end you will shut the doors and the sheep will be left confused having to fend for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8966778925687431213?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8966778925687431213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8966778925687431213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8966778925687431213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8966778925687431213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/way-of-hireling.html' title='The Way of the Hireling'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8937183185307865352</id><published>2008-03-18T07:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:29:44.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel It For Yourself</title><content type='html'>I need accountability. For the disciplined person I am, I still need someone to keep me accountable. Therefore when I started working out at the gym I contracted a trainer who meets with me three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our workouts at first the trainer will show me how an exercise is done then I will try and copy it with their steadying hand and then I am left on my own and they encourage me repeatedly to "feel it for myself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of two of my son in laws. Both of them sought God for themselves when they were teenagers. Their parents didn't attend a house of worship but they felt it for themselves and built lives as young men surrounded by a church body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to my girls speak of their relationship with Jesus. They had no choice - they had to attend worship services, youth group and any other project the church had going while they lived at home. But as adults they feel it for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched families raise children in the church for the last twenty five years. Parents rely on the scripture, "train up a child in the way..." and sometimes end up thoroughly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can the church do to show an "exercise" to our young people, steady them as they try it for themselves and then sit back and keep from rescuing them as they learn to feel it for themselves? It is more than scheduling enough activities which exhaust teenagers. It is more than standing before them and telling them what they shouldn't do to keep themselves pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves someone who loves the Lord and lives victoriously through thick and thin and truly believes the next generation can also. It involves someone patient enough to wade in sticky discussions about what is practical and what the Word says and also realizes they are not mutually exclusive. It is someone who will sit in a circle and ask more questions than have answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our young people have got to feel it for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8937183185307865352?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8937183185307865352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8937183185307865352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8937183185307865352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8937183185307865352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/feel-it-for-yourself.html' title='Feel It For Yourself'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7915866861871534716</id><published>2008-03-13T22:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:48:15.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad Pitt Sighting</title><content type='html'>Well, my employee tells me Brad is taller and thinner than he appears on screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7915866861871534716?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7915866861871534716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7915866861871534716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7915866861871534716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7915866861871534716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/brad-pitt-sighting.html' title='Brad Pitt Sighting'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-5942091438350216957</id><published>2008-03-13T10:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:00:38.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Song - Second Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit saith the LORD of hosts....The hands of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zerubbabel&lt;/span&gt; have laid the foundation of this house; his hands shall also finish it; and thou shalt know that the LORD of hosts hath sent me unto you. For who hath despised the day of small things? for they shall rejoice... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zech&lt;/span&gt;. 4:6-9 &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an age old story since the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Romans 10 starts with, "Brethren, my heart's desire and prayer to God for Israel is, that they might be saved. For I bear them record that they have a zeal of God, but not according to knowledge. For they being ignorant of God's righteousness, and going about to establish their own righteousness, have not submitted themselves unto the righteousness of God." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We are nothing without Him. We can do nothing without Him. Even if we have Him, we end up doing nothing if we attempt to do things without Him. He ends up reminding us to &lt;em&gt;drop our efforts&lt;/em&gt; and hurry get &lt;em&gt;in Him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we as human beings keep trying to do things in our own power and decision making ability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our first order of business as preachers of the gospel should be to make sure folks are full of the Holy Ghost and completely aware they must rely on daily regeneration to guide them. Otherwise we are just a community social club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-5942091438350216957?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/5942091438350216957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=5942091438350216957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5942091438350216957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/5942091438350216957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/same-song-second-verse.html' title='Same Song - Second Verse'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8088442272480820939</id><published>2008-03-11T17:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:52:38.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Neighbor, Flo</title><content type='html'>Wants to take me out for dinner because we started hanging out.  She suggested Thursday.  That didn't work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said, "How 'bout Sunday? I'll go to church with you and then we'll get some breakfast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rejoicing inside and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8088442272480820939?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8088442272480820939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8088442272480820939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8088442272480820939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8088442272480820939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-neighbor-flo.html' title='My Neighbor, Flo'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-379853863210471064</id><published>2008-03-10T11:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:37:07.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Money Changers</title><content type='html'>The new convert who sits by me during service was excited to tell me that the financial officer of the church had explained to her how to pay her tithes and offering online.  She went on to explain she pays &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;her bills online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded by saying that I considered bringing my offering and tithes to the altar to be part of my worship and I didn’t consider it a “bill” to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gasped when she realized and told me she would reconsider this new method of convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This caused me to think of the church which builds itself around modern conveniences and loses chances for consecrated worship.  What will technology morph us into as the church of our living God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is why the temple had money changers outside of it.  It may have started as a good idea and then became obscene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no easy way to check a sacrifice for spots or blemishes other than turn the animal upside down and go through the hairs to the skin.  I don’t think it was ever a matter of convenience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-379853863210471064?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/379853863210471064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=379853863210471064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/379853863210471064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/379853863210471064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/money-changers.html' title='The Money Changers'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8137825768737710622</id><published>2008-03-10T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T09:20:18.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seared Conscience</title><content type='html'>The most damage a person can do to himself is to affect his conscience negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should pray for a more sensitive conscience rather than work at numbing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our only hope for the loss of conscience is the redemptive work of a perfect Savior.  Tears of conviction should not be taken lightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The altar work after anointed preaching which convicts us of our shortcomings is the most important part of any worship service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8137825768737710622?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8137825768737710622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8137825768737710622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8137825768737710622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8137825768737710622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/seared-conscience.html' title='Seared Conscience'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-2264730196063839191</id><published>2008-03-07T11:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:36:25.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound Up With Jesus</title><content type='html'>Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Samuel 25:29b is a prayer over David which moves me. It reads, "&lt;em&gt;the soul of my lord shall be bound in the bundle of life with the LORD thy God; and the souls of thine enemies, them shall he sling out, as out of the middle of a sling."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had a need for this prayer because Saul sought his life. Saul's sole purpose was to destroy David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine being bound in the the bundle of life with the Lord? That's the place to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-2264730196063839191?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2264730196063839191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=2264730196063839191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2264730196063839191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2264730196063839191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/bound-up-with-jesus.html' title='Bound Up With Jesus'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-3628572818892391402</id><published>2008-03-04T16:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:05:03.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush with Fame</title><content type='html'>One of my employee's yard is swarming with activity because a movie is being shot in it. This man is our computer support guy working around computer programs and desktops all day. He went home yesterday to find Brad Pitt playing in his yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few people around here who want to go and crash this movie set to get a glimpse of Brad. I guess you have to have a VIP pass to go home when famous people are making a movie around your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to admit Brad is one of my favorite to watch on film but I have no desire to see him in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a famous person once. I think it was Paul Lynde. He was sitting in the back seat of a convertible waving in a Pork Festival parade. Oh, and I have waited on Willie Nelson's band. We also lived a couple houses down the street from George Strait's fiddle player. And one time I got a glimpse of the back of Ladybird Johnson when she was getting on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the famous people I would like to meet are dead. I figure I have a chance of meeting anyone alive if the Lord so chooses. So my desire is probably borne from not having had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I would love to talk to Abigail of 1 Samuel 25. In my imagination the questions I would ask this woman go like this. (Raising my eyebrows and nodding knowingly) &lt;em&gt;So.... churlish husband, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we could have individual ideas of what characterizes a noteworthy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad, if the Lord puts you in my path, I will nod and say "how's it going?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-3628572818892391402?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3628572818892391402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=3628572818892391402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3628572818892391402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3628572818892391402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/brush-with-fame.html' title='Brush with Fame'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-344625316426094826</id><published>2008-03-04T12:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:07:42.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Election Day</title><content type='html'>My first time voting was the presidential election of 1976. I voted wrong. I voted against my conscience and voted for my parents' party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time was primary election day in May of 1976. I didn't get to vote that day because I was giving birth. The contractions started in the middle of the night or I would have stopped by the polls on my way to the hospital. My daughter was born at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time my oldest grand daughter gets to vote. I hope she makes a big deal of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very important to vote in the primaries. It is not just practice for the "big one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out and vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-344625316426094826?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/344625316426094826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=344625316426094826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/344625316426094826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/344625316426094826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/03/primary-election-day.html' title='Primary Election Day'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-2554900682735981109</id><published>2008-02-29T13:52:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:57:35.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busting Up Thorny Ground</title><content type='html'>In the pulpit Wednesday night, our preacher mentioned one of the laws of the Kingdom of God. It was the one about the seeds landing on four different types of soil. Specifically, he mentioned the thorny ground and how eventually the plant is choked before producing fruit. He went on to explain that this represents the child of God who believes and lives the life of a believer but six to eight years into the experience the "thorns" of his life can choke the life out of him thus tempting him to backslide out of the Kingdom. He further explained that this type of believer didn't take care of the thorns at an "old fashioned altar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pastors believe that these "thorns" can be taken care of at home in our prayer closet and encourage congregants to "tidy up" as they close the service without an altar call. This is after &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; just got to preach their guts out. The preacher has the chance to release the pressing burden the Lord laid on them but after dispensing it to the congregation they close the service not providing the opportunity for the listener to process the preached Word in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry - preachers need to know that not all laity have the luxury of an altar at home. Some face demons in their beds. The fact is, in addition to their home altar, they need the opportunity for an altar experience with fellow warriors beside them carrying them through to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need a coach during any birthing process. Someone who will steady them as they travail. Where better can they do this than at the house of God? The whole process is pretty messy as they expose the burden the Lord has impregnated them with. When it is time they must not be deterred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am appalled at what some people call intercessory prayer. Standing in a circle, holding hands, everyone taking turns throwing commands out. My Lord, forgive us for this clinical, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;petri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dish conception. The scriptures are very clear concerning what kind of engagement you may have with Satan and it is no more than "the Lord rebuke you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord chooses, we need to allow ourselves to be used and get our thoughts, fears and desires out of the way. Otherwise our congregations are going to be full of plants desiring to bear fruit but stuck in thorny ground. The only way to bust up thorny ground is to take care of the choking at an altar with fellow warriors performing spiritual Heimlich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you have the baptism of the Holy Ghost, this will make sense. If you only have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;controllable&lt;/span&gt; "prayer language" you won't make it in this arena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-2554900682735981109?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/2554900682735981109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=2554900682735981109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2554900682735981109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/2554900682735981109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/busting-up-thorny-ground.html' title='Busting Up Thorny Ground'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8739203638437192689</id><published>2008-02-26T11:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:52:00.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February 26 Comes Every Year</title><content type='html'>My dad would have been 88 years old today if he had not slipped into the power take-off of his farming equipment back on a sunny day in December of 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I imagine he is on a long trip and he just shows up and says "Sorry it took me so long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times I imagine his reaction to modern devices. He was a man who considered himself speeding if he drove down the road at 45 mph. My imagination runs rampant every time I try to watch football. The line of scrimmage being painted on the field and then erased by some computer always causes me to imagine technology baffling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, dad. We have missed you terribly for the last 40 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8739203638437192689?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8739203638437192689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8739203638437192689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8739203638437192689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8739203638437192689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-26-comes-every-year.html' title='February 26 Comes Every Year'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-6745048909593253325</id><published>2008-02-24T22:29:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:51:15.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish</title><content type='html'>The group, Association would be proud to know that I have been humming their 1960's tune ever since I looked up the story of King David's young virgin who gave him heat by lying in his bosom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is found in the first verses of I Kings. He couldn't stay warm. His servants found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shunammite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to serve him and cherish him. Her name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abishag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not every person is called by name in the holy scriptures yet she goes down in history as the young damsel who cherished the king and kept him warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His servants must have wanted him to be comfortable in his last days to search for someone dedicated to the cause of the kingdom enough to surrender her maidenhood at the post of keeping an old man warm. The scriptures make it plain that the king "knew her not." So she did not have the opportunity to be a spouse or a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king was infirm yet the servants made the effort. The maiden served unreservedly. The king was honored in his weakened physical state. He was comforted and we can imagine distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verse 5, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adonijah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; attempts to exalt himself as king by calling a meeting of his supporters. The scriptures tell us he doesn't tell Solomon or the mighty men of David nor the prophet Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who assume a position surreptitiously usually know who not to invite to their meetings. One cannot invite the prophet of God and you certainly cannot invite the heir apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reverence&lt;/span&gt; was going on in King David's chamber. I love when Bathsheba approached this frail king in verse 16 she bowed and did obeisance until she was recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was cherished. He was honored. He was respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a way to treat a man who has given his all for the kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-6745048909593253325?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/6745048909593253325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=6745048909593253325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6745048909593253325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/6745048909593253325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/cherish-is-word-i-use-to-describe.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-3962079000126436087</id><published>2008-02-22T15:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:26:50.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family of Six</title><content type='html'>My mother wanted four children but after the third was weaned, she found cancer. I think she would have been great as a mother of four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, Tabitha is pregnant a fifth time. Because we lost one, this will be the fourth child. We had a few scares and disappointments between the first and second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of my mom in many ways. She wears her freckles like my mom. She is goofy at times but very powerful in others. She knows herself like my mother did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my heroes. She absorbs and carries burdens for hurting souls. She points them in the only direction she knows to find answers. Yet she is pragmatic enough to let them go if they make a choice to not be worthy of free-flowing grace and mercy. She loves her Lord more than acclaim. She is shy enough to be quiet when she is uncertain and looks for others who may feel more uncomfortable than she is to pull into conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tab didn’t just start thinking of a family of six last year. She has always wanted more children than most. She and I are amused at people’s reactions. We discuss it. The fact that she is planning a home birth with a mid-wife makes it even more exciting. What a trooper!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7-twoeuZEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M5npJOoDxbg/s1600-h/Tab+and+Will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170041948256232514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7-twoeuZEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M5npJOoDxbg/s320/Tab+and+Will.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170042571026490466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7-uU4euZGI/AAAAAAAAABE/VJL6ORvIXtI/s400/The+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7-t-oeuZFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8CnsWbXIWBk/s1600-h/The+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7-t-oeuZFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8CnsWbXIWBk/s1600-h/The+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-3962079000126436087?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/3962079000126436087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=3962079000126436087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3962079000126436087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/3962079000126436087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-of-six.html' title='A Family of Six'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7-twoeuZEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M5npJOoDxbg/s72-c/Tab+and+Will.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7144482089033019549</id><published>2008-02-21T19:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:48:11.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeping Like Men</title><content type='html'>I love to watch men worship Jesus. I like to see them fold at the waist and their knees buckle to the carpet as they release everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing compared to a touch from the Almighty God and in His presence we are exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is even better if they are so lost in worship they don't know or care about snot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I watched people put on their &lt;em&gt;worship face&lt;/em&gt;. The expression I saw was foreign to me. I don't understand how you could cry out with everything in you and remain dry-eyed or mucus-free. But I am curious and should have been "nose to the carpet" myself but instead I was facing the congregation, interpreting for the deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of you, Jesus and less of me watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7144482089033019549?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7144482089033019549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7144482089033019549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7144482089033019549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7144482089033019549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/weeping-like-men.html' title='Weeping Like Men'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8326710560928998515</id><published>2008-02-19T21:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:38:51.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefighting &amp; a Bit of Bragging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7uqEIeuZCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6gF5lAUIUXg/s1600-h/Emily+fighting+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168911985310327842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7uqEIeuZCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6gF5lAUIUXg/s320/Emily+fighting+fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7uknYeuZBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PxK-eXUBI3w/s1600-h/firefighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168905993830949906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7uknYeuZBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PxK-eXUBI3w/s320/firefighter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my fire fighting daughter, Emily. She just  passed the test for certification to fight wildfire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her father and I are so proud of her for this accomplishment. Yup, yes we are!  It is something she worked for and conquered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What milestones have I accomplished that could compare - not that I would compare myself to Emily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate the gift of her more every day. She entered our lives by surprise - a mere 5 pounds 14 ounces. No one could have raised her without loving her and appreciating her strengths. She was &lt;em&gt;jam-packed&lt;/em&gt; full of determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see that she continues to be loved which makes living far away from her okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great job, Em! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes, those are flames of fire in the background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8326710560928998515?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8326710560928998515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8326710560928998515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8326710560928998515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8326710560928998515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/firefighting.html' title='Firefighting &amp; a Bit of Bragging'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rADHIcWERw/R7uqEIeuZCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6gF5lAUIUXg/s72-c/Emily+fighting+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-7211026917356251465</id><published>2008-02-19T07:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:48:17.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities</title><content type='html'>Consider this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having trouble watching movies lately.  I keep thinking the characters wouldn't be facing their problems if they only knew Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching something yesterday and the main character was so close to breaking and crying out for someone to save him if someone with the Truth were standing close enough to explain, I know he could have experienced a true conversion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can handle movies about history because it is already written but modern day drama is really getting to me.  I feel like sitting down and just explaining what they are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this with subjects of gossip too.  My co-workers know this.  They can try and tell me something but I get this far away look and my heart hurts.  They end up not telling me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is hurting and getting complicated.  But we have the simple message which can untangle the most tight situation.  We need to stand in the gap, lead more to Him, present ourselves holy unto honor for use to reach this generation as we approach another season of possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-7211026917356251465?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/7211026917356251465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=7211026917356251465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7211026917356251465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/7211026917356251465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/possibilities.html' title='Possibilities'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-976228597503432433</id><published>2008-02-06T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:22:34.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Something New</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am captivated by the show "Clean House".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me. Anytime I see it on, I have to stop and watch. This morning I was watching it at 5:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show I watched this morning involved an artsy couple who had great ideas but could not get where they wanted and didn't know how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of the show which fascinates me the most is when people have to "let go" of their "mess treasures". At some point they had plans for every article which now clutters their lives. High emotions are usually involved. They bargain. They cry. They become angry and defensive. Eventually, they let go and they are freed from their clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking - what an analogy to our lives in Christ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I bargaining, crying, angry and defensive about? I don't want to be contentious or even touchy when it comes to moving on. Also, let everything be in moderation. I don't need to hoard anything. I received freely, I should give freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need a &lt;em&gt;clean house&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-976228597503432433?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/976228597503432433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=976228597503432433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/976228597503432433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/976228597503432433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/heres-something-new.html' title='Here&apos;s Something New'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-1652184335955090459</id><published>2008-02-04T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:22:02.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning I was reminded again what a misfit I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People speak of paradise as rent free, glistening with precious stones, gold streets, every want being satisfied.  You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise to me will be the relationship between my Lord and me not encumbered by any part of flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I pass the Texas Governor’s mansion.  It is experiencing a face-lift.  The Governor and his family had to move to temporary quarters.  There was a big to-do in the paper about the cost of the rent Texans are paying to house our governor for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I wouldn’t know how to furnish a house that expensive.  Neither do I aspire to furnish a house that expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I envision the house of my dreams, I think of materials like knobby pine paneling, tongue and groove flooring and bookshelves filled with books all the way to the ceiling.  Any more than that, I am clueless and would have to take direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like the simplistic look of shaker furniture.  There - that is all I really know about myself.  Other than that, I do like a nice rose garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to paradise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person’s idea of paradise might be the next person’s nightmare.  But we must agree on one thing.  It will be paradise for all because we will be like Jesus finally.  We will have our glorified bodies and no more polishing our crowns because they will all belong to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-1652184335955090459?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1652184335955090459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=1652184335955090459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1652184335955090459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1652184335955090459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-1064728981043904806</id><published>2008-02-03T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:35:26.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-post Brought Over From Wordpress - Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I miss my pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am used to hearing the preached word of God with the added bonus of how to pick yourself up if you ever fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preaching convicts me but sometimes I need some untangling. He was good at that. He taught me how to preach that way. I don’t think I will ever approach a subject without turning it sideways and backwards to make sure all who listen can feel like they have a part in the Kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband said that he did not care for that kind of preaching because it made him feel like he wasn’t doing anything right. He prefers the preaching he hears now because it makes him feel like he will make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was offered some pews. “Of course they need a little work” she told me. I guess they had been left out in the rain. Anyway, I daydreamed about the pulpit on my back porch and if I had some pews… There’s the furniture but what about the gusto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, make me hungry again. That’s that feeding the Holy Ghost I was talking about in the previous post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-1064728981043904806?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/1064728981043904806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=1064728981043904806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1064728981043904806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/1064728981043904806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/repost-brought-over-from-wordpress.html' title='Re-post Brought Over From Wordpress - Nostalgia'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-781411195870309607</id><published>2008-02-02T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:07:51.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Know?</title><content type='html'>A couple years ago there was a show on television trying to find the worst singer in America. The producers thought it would be entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest included the twist that the person who won didn't know they were actually winning because they were the worst. In their mind they thought they were going to be an overnight sensation. They sang with abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those of us who believe we are the best at something when we are not very good at all. We are clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in our lives either our mother or maybe someone we regard as some sort of expert told us we were the best. We believe them with our whole heart. Meanwhile, others cringe and we don't catch their discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at the many who try to become the next American Idol. They stand with such conviction, look the judges right in the eye and wail away. Simon tries to stop them - they then think maybe a different song or key will work and they keep trying and it becomes worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a good friend, do you tell? If you are a good friend, do you listen with a smile on your face and love in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor ignorant exuberance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-781411195870309607?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/781411195870309607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=781411195870309607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/781411195870309607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/781411195870309607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-we-know.html' title='Do We Know?'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8754472091348188871</id><published>2008-02-01T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:10:54.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Get a Little Rough</title><content type='html'>Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cor. 13:5 says in the Amplified version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Examine and test and evaluate your own selves to see whether you are holding to our faith and showing the proper fruits of it. Test and prove yourselves [not Christ]. Do you not yourselves realize and know [thoroughly by an ever-increasing experience] that Jesus Christ is in you--unless you are [counterfeits] disapproved on trial and rejected?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8754472091348188871?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8754472091348188871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8754472091348188871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8754472091348188871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8754472091348188871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-get-little-rough.html' title='I Get a Little Rough'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408259612396003288.post-8086953866615154344</id><published>2008-01-31T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:57:42.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast From Drivel</title><content type='html'>Okay, no kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Name people need to toss those "Christian" books in the trash. Read the Word of God instead of being impressed with the latest "Prayer of Jabez" or "Purpose Driven" anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are getting your edification from anything trinitarian, you need to repent. It does make a difference. You are gazing at false gods; you run the risk of having it get into your heart and grow. Then you start thinking that "these are good people surely Jesus is wrong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creature should not be directing the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you honestly believe the "Father God" threw the "Son God" out of their holy habitation to do the work then go ahead and read those silly, superfluous books. But if you know who your Savior actually is - guard your salvation, because it will get harder and harder according to what I read in scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever wondered where this woman stood concerning her beliefs - I hope all your questions have been answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408259612396003288-8086953866615154344?l=cjhile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/feeds/8086953866615154344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408259612396003288&amp;postID=8086953866615154344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8086953866615154344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408259612396003288/posts/default/8086953866615154344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjhile.blogspot.com/2008/01/fast-from-drivel.html' title='Fast From Drivel'/><author><name>Preaching the Gospel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14753878521406072807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
