tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179213842024-03-07T23:42:44.234-05:00(Insert Catchy Title Here)Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-78432753563346644502011-04-02T21:33:00.000-04:002011-04-02T21:33:24.580-04:00BLOGGER IS DEAD!Farewell Blogspot, whether you be in heaven, hell, or believe in reincarnation. I have moved on and now can be found at:<br />
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October 16, 2005 -- April 2, 2011Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-47095240654837353052011-04-01T21:55:00.001-04:002011-04-01T21:56:34.544-04:00Uninhabited Adventure<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYnUTSQay5f_Y9i5ze07kb6-8V7zEVhxo17HVJxtmxjjAoa8tRctMHbVmACWEtdLHNjWABZZyz5X3Sa2XjEfE3e64Dm90pR13lckECSJmH9KVQ6PTd3O0gI6xYU5h4wm2bbfL/s1600/alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYnUTSQay5f_Y9i5ze07kb6-8V7zEVhxo17HVJxtmxjjAoa8tRctMHbVmACWEtdLHNjWABZZyz5X3Sa2XjEfE3e64Dm90pR13lckECSJmH9KVQ6PTd3O0gI6xYU5h4wm2bbfL/s640/alone.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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This song seems like something someone affected by the Tsunami & Earthquake in Japan would write. Where can you run? Where can you hide? It is only in the Lord that you can take refuge. <br />
Pray for Japan today. <br />
<a href="http://tiny.cc/67r1q">Help Japan today!</a>Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-33358067328391920992011-03-16T12:25:00.000-04:002011-03-16T12:25:04.704-04:00Song 10I have been that 'wicked' man. I have said some of the things he has said. I have done some of this things. Thank goodness God is a god of redemption, restoration, and forgiveness.<br />
that is truth about our God.Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-66242169710711976202011-03-15T08:14:00.000-04:002011-03-15T08:14:09.002-04:00Song 9The Lord is known by his justice - vs 16<br />
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Some questions to think about:<br />
Can there be love without justice?<br />
Can there be justice without love?<br />
What does God's justice look like in this Psalm?<br />
What feelings do you find in knowing that God is just?Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-55043510503405139802011-03-12T23:10:00.000-05:002011-03-12T23:10:37.266-05:00Song Lyric 7<div align="left" class="style2" style="color: #552b2b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mercy, detached from Justice, grows unmerciful.-- CS Lewis</div><div><br />
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Our God is a just God. This does not mean he is not merciful. I think often we Christians, especially those of us in the evangelical camp, like to downplay the justice of God and overplay the mercy of God. Psalm 7 reminds us that God judges, he searches minds, hearts and motives. The psalmist, humbly and boldly, ask God to judge and to protect the righteous. This is all because the God that we serve, the God of the Old and New Testament is a righteous God. He is right and just. *I heard that righteousness used to be spelled rightwiseness. That gives a good picture of the word.* <br />
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Those that are doing the Psalm a day (Epoch & Focus). Keep your eyes peeled for mercy and justice in the Psalms.Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-75019166872265269612011-03-12T10:25:00.000-05:002011-03-12T10:25:50.580-05:00Song Lyric 6Poetical Insight:<br />
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For those of you that are taking part in the Psalm a Day, I thought I would share with you an aspect of Hebrew poetry. One of the more common poetical uses is what is called Synonymous parallelism. The Psalmist will say something in the first line, and then he will say the same thing in line two, just using different words. This was very common in Hebrew poetry and is part of the poetry that translates through language barriers. Psalm 6 uses this. For example, starting in verse one,<br />
"O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger<br />
or discipline me in your wrather."<br />
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or again in verse 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, and 10. So basically the whole song.Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-52690246375838905152011-03-11T00:56:00.000-05:002011-03-11T00:56:18.789-05:00Song Lyric 5Psalm 5<br />
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Verse 12:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Surely, LORD, you bless the righteous;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> you surround them with your favor as with a shield.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">There is the shield imagery again. In the middle east at this time the Israelites were very, very familiar with warfare. God's protection is often described as being like a shield. The epitome of defense and protection. Without your shield you were vulnerable, open for more wounding. Throughout the Psalms there is a clear distinction between the righteous and the wicked. There is much comfort for the former. God's gracious kindness surrounds those like a shield, all encompassing.</span>Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-75274849118242355562011-03-10T00:02:00.000-05:002011-03-10T00:02:30.214-05:00Raw EmotionsPsalm 4<br />
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This Psalm starts off with a phrase that I don't think I've ever said to God, yet the writer does not shy away from his true deep emotions.<br />
"Answer me when I call to you, O my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer."<br />
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Our God is a God who is big enough to handle our deepest emotions, the ones that may scare even us. It is interesting that the writer does however, still address God with respect as, 'O my righteous God.' I think this is important for us to remember, that even in our darkest moments when all seems to be against us, we can turn to God and question him, but it should not be out of a hate or arrogance. What kind of God would he be if he did not allow us to respectfully question him but expected blindfolded fear?Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-25193912963278907072011-03-08T10:55:00.000-05:002011-03-08T10:55:12.611-05:00A Shield Around Me. (Song Lyric 3)Psalm 3:<br />
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The picture that is drawn in my mind when I read the phrase, "You, O Lord, are a shield around me." is quite beautiful. I imagine this highly explosive action film where the main character, me, is running from some bad guys that are shooting at him. (and probably shooting like 100 times without reloading, cause that is how movies are. The time I was shot at, the guy had to reload after 6.) But running with me is a hulk of a man with muscles in his teeth and he is completely blocking the sight line of the enemy. He is taking the full brunt of the lead. And then when we reach out destination, I sleep and rest, while he stays vigilant. <br />
What a picture of God. Rescuing, protecting, and delivering.Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-58912521469243578632011-03-07T10:43:00.000-05:002011-03-07T10:43:34.255-05:00Song Lyric 2 (Psalm 2 of POTD)Psalm 2:<br />
I'm struck by the supremacy of God. Things do not go unnoticed by God.<br />
I also found it interesting that the command is to 'Kiss the Son' in verse 12. The footnote said that in the Near East a kiss doubled as a sign of submission. The 'Son' is referring to the King in this passage, which makes sense to the person reading it, since they are commanded to take refuge in the King. However, we can claim this verse as truth about Jesus because of what we know about him from the New Testament. The writer was not writing about Jesus, but God, who ordained this book, knows his own plan and I believe the fact that many things written in the Psalms seem to be experiences from Jesus life, or truths about Jesus is not by chance.Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-17022728611931706632011-02-22T00:49:00.000-05:002011-02-22T00:49:50.971-05:00Injustice<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A well fed Sudanese man steals maize from a starving child at a food drop off. 1998</td></tr>
</tbody></table>This photo stirs me. Stirs emotions. Stirs something deep. Some see this and injustice in the world as proof that God does not exist.<br />
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This demands justice. Was it the way that I was raised, or is it something deep inside me that screams for justice?<br />
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Yet, The Christian God has a plan for redemption and justice for this and the rest of life. Until that day of complete restoration, we must bring 'heaven to earth' in situations like these.Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-54239110875733190102011-02-12T11:40:00.000-05:002011-02-12T11:40:35.810-05:00Resurrection! ? . !Been doing a lot of reading on the Resurrection of Jesus, the keystone of Christian faith. Remove the keystone and everything crumbles. I'm looking for some of the best refutations to the resurrection. Feel free to post anonymously.Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-69841743708235243362011-02-07T11:07:00.001-05:002011-02-07T12:00:39.925-05:00How to tell a story in two minutes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/SKL254Y_jtc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKL254Y_jtc&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKL254Y_jtc&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I feel pride.</div>Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-47782650837073803302011-02-03T12:04:00.000-05:002011-02-03T12:04:51.081-05:00This Stirs me toward love.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjuwuFJ93KAtoC8D9PPezm_uWdPwUmwHnFzc1savsdmtOxrxbm7PcbBSU_n1Y1pyn3jkEiZSx8YsPG3-pK7pVFpBDR95fsSOsaOQMSzI9r1qlgFaBycmaMLTG5CM8faQcwdOX/s1600/2gvcl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjuwuFJ93KAtoC8D9PPezm_uWdPwUmwHnFzc1savsdmtOxrxbm7PcbBSU_n1Y1pyn3jkEiZSx8YsPG3-pK7pVFpBDR95fsSOsaOQMSzI9r1qlgFaBycmaMLTG5CM8faQcwdOX/s640/2gvcl.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div>Egyptian Christians protecting Egyptian Muslims while they pray. This is loving your neighbor.</div>Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-72605543351975432582011-01-29T00:23:00.000-05:002011-01-29T00:23:56.103-05:00Best Moment of My Life!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnsY40jNrxIwQUbU3m0eSLwN_kPnasUI2TudWEqPqGYrfLC8n6EJKEAkPdjpM7pqkc2YEDOgGi6FFC9-tHCbzm0f_MmFSelTLc23wFcJuZUVIFdK4GAzc-9hF4p78tEsW5aXw/s1600/c73c37db11c162e925c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnsY40jNrxIwQUbU3m0eSLwN_kPnasUI2TudWEqPqGYrfLC8n6EJKEAkPdjpM7pqkc2YEDOgGi6FFC9-tHCbzm0f_MmFSelTLc23wFcJuZUVIFdK4GAzc-9hF4p78tEsW5aXw/s400/c73c37db11c162e925c.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOPqrYi2QyRYvu_mSbmsI1wyuLZniF68aBDCJoOdmNMTHzsBIYsaPpDOLo5IoETF6zrlnsEXO7KY6XIOdp8w_SXQj0ShKDbSO1NP1h98nvJSF3DU-5Qt5644wUojgKfdh8tJK/s1600/8b7ea7db11c162e343ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOPqrYi2QyRYvu_mSbmsI1wyuLZniF68aBDCJoOdmNMTHzsBIYsaPpDOLo5IoETF6zrlnsEXO7KY6XIOdp8w_SXQj0ShKDbSO1NP1h98nvJSF3DU-5Qt5644wUojgKfdh8tJK/s400/8b7ea7db11c162e343ba.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaptain Kami & the Crew</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-66093510009068512342011-01-23T23:12:00.000-05:002011-01-23T23:12:57.983-05:00Currently -15 Outside...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-19462313408208605512011-01-22T00:28:00.002-05:002011-01-22T00:33:01.687-05:00Retributive vs DistributiveAnother paradox? It seems that God presents many paradoxes; love and justice, all-knowing yet free will, retributive justice and distributive justice, choosing second borns over first borns, choosing barren women to carry out his Abahamic promises.<div><br /></div><div>I've been struck lately by the many instances of distributive and retributive justice in the bible. It seems that I can not nicely place God into one particular box.</div>Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-49023262459547055872010-05-04T16:08:00.001-04:002010-05-04T16:21:40.228-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 22px; "><h3 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.833em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.611em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, Georgia, serif; font-size: 1.286em; line-height: 1.222em; ">To Risk</h3><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; ">To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.<br />To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.<br />To reach out is to risk involvement,<br />To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.<br />To place your ideas and<br />dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.<br />To love is to risk not being loved in return,<br />To live is to risk dying,<br />To hope is to risk despair,<br />To try is to risk failure.<br />But risks must be taken because<br />the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.<br />The person who risks nothing, does nothing,<br />has nothing, is nothing.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; ">– William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)</p></span>Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-58460575470096864642009-06-05T10:06:00.001-04:002009-06-05T10:06:42.790-04:00The Many Uses of Toilet Paper: part 1Adorning my house.Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-61712121969140029292009-05-27T11:07:00.002-04:002009-05-27T11:08:40.314-04:00Hearing from GodSometimes I expect to hear God's voice, expect him to talk to me and I want it to be easy. Require nothing from me. Just like hearing a passing car. It takes no energy at all. Perhaps that is my problem...Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-84629543848563698862009-05-26T10:21:00.002-04:002009-05-26T10:35:49.723-04:00Feral AdultsFeral children struggle with language, socializing, clothing, personal hygiene, emotions, and generally adapting to society. Some, upon re-entry, slowly adapt, but not without lifelong problems. Some never are able to completely re-enter into society. All this because of isolation from normal human interaction.<div><br /></div><div>What happens when normal adults are isolated from the hurt, hardships and suffering of a large portion of the world? I believe we run the risk of developing into feral adults, unable to, or very slowly learning how to relate, adapt, and interact with those that are under such terrible circumstances.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-75910538531823452922009-05-19T13:21:00.002-04:002009-05-19T13:26:16.131-04:00Doing life with special people:friendsI've found a community. A group of people, old and young, who interact with profound intensity and intimacy. We share thoughts, feelings, ideas and sentiments. We look out for each other. We are brutally honest with each other. Sadly, this is not common in North America. So I extend an invitation to come and join us...Warriorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671noreply@blogger.com0