<?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-27284317</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:19:06.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Defense of the Highest: A Stand for the Kingdom and the King (By the 09SRmy)</title><subtitle type='html'>I have a duty to my God and King to share His news with the world. I must carry out that mission, and I will do it with JOY. NO COMMITTED CHRISTIAN COULD POSSIBLY DESIGN TO DO ANYTHING DIFFERENT.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27284317.post-7338758907676260320</id><published>2009-02-28T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:40:34.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What More can I Say?</title><content type='html'>I found these passages in a book that I am reading for school. I hope that they are as beneficial to you as they are to me. I have kept the original spelling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Hume, and other sceptical innovators, are vain men, and will gratify themselves at &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;any expense. Truth will not afford sufficient food to their vanity: so they have betaken &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;themselves to error. Truth, Sir, is a cow which will yield such people no more milk, and so &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they are gone to milk the bull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"I added that this man said to me, 'I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;them, and I know how bad I am.' Sir, he must be very singular in his opinion if he &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thinks himself one of the best of men, for none of his friends think him so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Sir, that will not do. We cannot prove any man's intention to be bad. You may shoot a man &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through the head, and say you intended to miss him; but the judge will order you to be &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hanged. An alleged want of intention, when evil is committed, will not be allowed in a court &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of justice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"So far is it from being true that men are naturally equal, that no two people can be half an &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hour together, but one shall acquire an evident superiority over the other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Well, Madam, and you ought to be perpetually watching. It is more from carelessness &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about truth than from intentional lying, that there is so much falsehood in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"The heathens were not easily converted, because they had nothing to give up; but we &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ought not, without very strong conviction indeed, to desert the religion in which we have &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;been educated. That is the religion given you, the religion in which it may be said the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Providence has placed in you. If you live conscientiously in that religion, you may be safe. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But error is dangerous indeed, if you err when you choose a religion for yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"But, Sir, as to the doctrine of necessity, no man believes it. If a man should give me &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;arguments that I do not see, though I could not answer them, should I believe that I do not &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;-Samuel Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Their homely joys and destiny obscure;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nor Grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The short and simple annals of the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Await alike the inevitable hour:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The paths of glory lead but to the grave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Can storied urn or animated bust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of Death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chill Penury repressed their noble rage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And froze the genial current of their soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For thee, who mindful of th' unhonored dead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Oft we have seen him at the peep of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"There at the foot of yonder nodding beech,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;His listless length at noontide would he stretch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And pore upon the brook that babbles by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"One morn I missed him from the customed hill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another came; nor yet beside the rill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"The next, with dirges due, in sad array,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Approach and read, for thou canst read, the lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The Epitaph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A youth to Fortune and Fame unknown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And Melancholy marked him for her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Heaven did a recompense as largely send:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He gave to Misery (all he had) a tear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No further seek his merits to disclose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The bosom of his Father and his God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;-Thomas Gray, "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Say?'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27284317.post-6367517251899999061</id><published>2009-02-27T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:42:51.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning my Blindness, for the One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My hands gave in again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To turn my mind again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To all the things that caused the One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To crush Himself for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The old man cackled with delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My Soul gave out a cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That He should see me, beloved outcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;His sacrifice defy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A love incomprehensible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The Eyes of man mayn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The Lord of Love, a sacrifice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Was scorned and shunned by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh, wretched man, what glorious mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And grace, that poured out THE Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When, knowing all that comes and goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My denial He did foresee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We play the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And spend our unearned light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To serve a master who scorned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The One, and yet WE HAVE THE GALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;TO CLAIM THE LOVE OF HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;THE GRIME OF MAN WHOM BORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"O SINNER, WOULD THAT YOU WERE HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;OR COLD, THAT YOU WOULD NOT CLAIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;MY LOVE, AND THE "riches" OF THIS EARTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;DESIGN TO SLAVE TO THAN THE GLORY OF THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ABOVE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your time is not wasted in reading this, if it causes you to think of the Author rather than the author. Hope this helps someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27284317-6367517251899999061?l=myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6367517251899999061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27284317&amp;postID=6367517251899999061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/6367517251899999061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/6367517251899999061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/2009/02/elegy-on-my-blindness-for-one.html' title='Mourning my Blindness, for the One'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27284317.post-4349443487804443464</id><published>2009-02-25T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:04:17.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditations of a Restless, Joyful Heart</title><content type='html'>"Our heart is restless until it rests in you."  -Augustine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last small group was the best one that I can remember. We managed to stay on topic the entire night, and our discussion was profitable for all parties involved. We determined that meditation, while not interchangeable with prayer, is still necessary for prayer. The heart and mind must first be focused on Him before true prayer can be offered. Meditation on Him should naturally lead you to pray to and praise Him. Also, "pray without ceasing" refers to a continual attitude of prayer; it is physically impossible to pray without ceasing. As achieving total Christlikeness is unattainable in this life, so is prayer without ceasing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Just because we cannot reach these things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does not mean that we are not to strive earnestly for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that trials often accompany the Christian faith. However, we do not always commit to seeing God's plan for us in them. James 1:2-4 tells us that the testing of our faith produces steadfastness or endurance. We need to look beyond the pain that our flesh sees and see the reward and strength that comes from testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never take your small groups for granted.&lt;/span&gt; These are the people that you can always come to for help and for guidance. Don't make the mistake I did of hiding in the background not sharing. You only get out what you put into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27284317-4349443487804443464?l=myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4349443487804443464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27284317&amp;postID=4349443487804443464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/4349443487804443464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/4349443487804443464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/2009/02/meditations-of-restless-joyful-heart.html' title='Meditations of a Restless, Joyful Heart'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27284317.post-6649841640670448536</id><published>2009-02-21T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:39:53.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Original Iron Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;." (Proverbs 27:17, ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christianity today has taken a major hit from its lack of desire for accountability. As Timothy tells us, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 19, 32);  line-height: 19px; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but wanting to have their ears tickled, they will accumulate for themselves teachers in accordance to their own desires". If teachers and pastors no longer preach to the people the need to uphold each other in love and good faith, how will people see that there is still a need for Christian fellowship? In order to stay strong, we need to be faithfully uplifting one another in prayer and in our face-to-face conversations. We are to be the "original iron men", and be continually sharpening each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27284317-6649841640670448536?l=myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6649841640670448536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27284317&amp;postID=6649841640670448536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/6649841640670448536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/6649841640670448536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/2009/02/original-iron-men.html' title='The Original Iron Men'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27284317.post-1075910753859490578</id><published>2008-09-12T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:00:05.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spark in the Dark, or A Case for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px; line-height: 96px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One of the most serious moral and ethical crises facing our nation right now is the debate over abortion rights. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For many, abortion enables a practice of unrestricted sexual indulgence without consequence. The basis for many of the pro-abortionists’ arguments is, “The fetus is part of the woman’s body, right? So doesn’t that mean that she should have the right to choose what she does with her own body?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The fault with this line of reasoning lies in the reasoning itself; the fetus is a complete human being, although it is unable to support itself or make its own decisions. If you listen to a pro-abortionist long enough, you will notice a continual reference to the baby as “the fetus”. This is an attempt to clear his own conscience, as well as an attempt to justify the selfish slaughter of a defenseless human being. Conversely, if we were to say that elderly people are getting in the way of the “more useful people”, would this justify the deaths of countless senior citizens who were done away with simply because they were no longer wanted? The answer is no. Even from a logical standpoint, no one would consider this an option for “population control”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Why then would anyone be able to rationalize the murder of an unborn child? Notice that I say “child” rather than “fetus” or “embryo”. This is because the unborn child is still, very simply, a child. The only difference is viability. The psalmist says in Psalm 139:13 and 16, “For you formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb…Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was not one of them.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;If we are to begin saying that the child’s parents have the right to dispose of him because a baby would be an inconvenience, what is to stop us from applying that line of reasoning to any other age or genre of people? This exemplifies a patent lack of willingness to take responsibility for actions. One of the best summaries this argument can be given is this quote from Rev. Jesse Jackson: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;“What happens to the mind of a person, and the moral fabric of a nation, that accepts the aborting of the life of a baby without a pang of conscience? What kind of a person and what kind of a society will we have 20 years hence if life can be taken so casually? It is that question, the question of our attitude, our value system, and our mind-set with regard to the nature and worth of life itself that is the central question confronting mankind. Failure to answer that question affirmatively may leave us with a hell right here on earth."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Given eternal consequences, perhaps Reverend Jackson’s “hell on earth” is a comfort zone in which pro-abortionists prefer to operate.&lt;/span&gt;&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/27284317-1075910753859490578?l=myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1075910753859490578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27284317&amp;postID=1075910753859490578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/1075910753859490578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/1075910753859490578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/2008/09/spark-in-dark-or-case-for-life.html' title='A Spark in the Dark, or A Case for Life'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27284317.post-4906774691416869485</id><published>2007-04-23T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:19:22.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant your Feet Firmly, Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry about the major lag time between posts. I've been finding that Bible study takes up my blogging time, but since I don't have school today, I thought that I would take the time to do something about the lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Pastor Higgins preached a sermon on how we are to stand up for and evangelize our faith. As a general rule, I don't share and evangelize nearly as much as I need to because I don't appreciate others making fun of me for my faith in Christ (major pride issue for me!!). However, as I started to think about what he (SKH) had said, I started to think "Why am I not defending my king? So many of us will stand up and rant at others when they bash on our favorite sports team (movie, band, etc.), but as soon as there is an opportunity to defend our faith, a lot of people (me included) will most of the time just not say anything to avoid altercations with others. The matter at hand is not that we don't care enough of our faith to defend it (most of the time), but that we are too afraid of having our pride injured to say anything that might get us ridiculed by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I can think of to remedy this is to put aside our pride and take a stand on the faith in God, and take a moment to set our priorities straight. If we don't defend our Lord and Savior, how are we any different than the rest of the world that Christ wants us to be set apart from? What distinction do we give our faith if we stand back and do nothing when we could be witnessing to someone? Think: God will make provisison for the salvation of those that He wants to save. What if you are that provision for just one person? If you stand back and say nothing when someone is doing something that is against God's moral law, if you are one of the chances that person was allotted, that person may be losing an opportunity for salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be their only opportunity, but we have been commanded&lt;br /&gt;to take the gospel to all men. How are we honoring the Great Commission if we don't do or say anything that gives evidence of our saving faith in the One True God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song that I believe goes along with this post is DC Talk's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I Stumble&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.                                               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27284317-4906774691416869485?l=myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4906774691416869485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27284317&amp;postID=4906774691416869485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/4906774691416869485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/4906774691416869485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/2007/04/plant-your-feet-firmly-pt-1.html' title='Plant your Feet Firmly, Pt. 1'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27284317.post-114643449209752105</id><published>2006-04-30T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:05:29.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Faithfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today, our message was about how God will be faithful to bless those who are faithful to praise Him. This was a great lesson about how our lives will be better with Christ's praise on our lips. When we are stagnant in our appreciation of Him, we are temporarily "out of touch" with God. He waits only for us to pray for forgiveness and we are "back in the loop". The Lord's faithfulness is what protects us from sin, Satan, and eternal death. The amazing thing is that He, the perfect Lord, would protect us even though we, as sinners, have fallen short of His perfect glory. He loved us enough to send His son to be crucified, and though our sins are forgiven because of Christ's death, He wishes that you would repent and have faith in Him, and then, and only then, can we truly be in fellowship with Him. If we do not give our lives over to Him, we will have to spend eternity apart from Him in the lake of fire after we die. Then there will be no more chances at faithful repentance. If we repent and have faith in God, we will spend eternity with Him in heaven. I strongly urge any non-Christians reading this to accept Christ as their Savior and repent of your sins. He is waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two songs that might go well with this are Todd Agnew's "Grace Like Rain" and Jars of Clay's "Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27284317-114643449209752105?l=myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/114643449209752105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27284317&amp;postID=114643449209752105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/114643449209752105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/114643449209752105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/2006/04/gods-faithfulness.html' title='God&apos;s Faithfulness'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27284317.post-114643272853559647</id><published>2006-04-30T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:32:08.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;From now on, when I post, I will state my message, then, if possible, a song that I think goes along with my post and a quote. If I am successful, I think that you and I will both benefit. Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27284317-114643272853559647?l=myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/114643272853559647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27284317&amp;postID=114643272853559647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/114643272853559647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/114643272853559647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/2006/04/revision.html' title='Revision'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27284317.post-114634183680999691</id><published>2006-04-29T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:17:16.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My first post, and enjoying it mucho! I hope that you people reading this enjoy it. To any Abbotts reading this, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I salute you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This warm honey feels good on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; my face. -Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;You look more like a Keebler elf than a Lorien elf. -Josh K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I want to blow more stuff up! -Jacob H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;You're a polywomanist! -Ben H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;You're the smallest. That gives us bigger guys the right to "haze" you. -Josh B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27284317-114634183680999691?l=myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/114634183680999691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27284317&amp;postID=114634183680999691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/114634183680999691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27284317/posts/default/114634183680999691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquotesandgroup.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>manonfire73</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14277217719153413117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzOp4jpy_Nc/ShNJfC3AVvI/AAAAAAAAABU/ls-gJXhDRWE/S220/DSC_4087bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
