<?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-13718139</id><updated>2011-11-27T04:14:53.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Meansville</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13718139.post-112842793707735766</id><published>2005-10-04T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T07:12:17.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Nations Rise and Fall?</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a long, long time since I posted.  I am still writing, but unable to find time to get to this stage.  We are still showing lambs.  We have one more show to do then we are finished with this VERY time-consuming project.  Kyle and I are looking forward to getting back to our horses.  We are currently in the market for a gentle, well-behaved horse for Aidan, so he too can participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, homeschool is in full-swing.  We are using as our history this year a text published by Veritas Press:  Omnibus I.  It is actually a history/theology/literature course all rolled into one integrated curriculum.  We are studying the ancients again this year and the course starts us in the book of Genesis.  Omnibus contains an essay concerning the book to be studied, covering author, setting and worldview, among other things.  Then there are comprehension questions, text analysis, followed by cultural and biblical analsis.  Lots of thinking, writing and discussion for this course.  So far we have covered Genesis, Exodus, Epic of Gilgamesh, Code of Hammurabi and Kyle is finishing up 1&amp;2 Samuel.  I am ahead a chapter (or trying to stay ahead) into 1&amp;2 Kings.  In addition to the history/theology Primary books, we are also studying Secondary books which covers more of a literature/theology approach. So far we have read "Till We Have Faces" and the 1st 3 books of the Narnia Chronicles, by C.S. Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying this study!  We are required to ask and answer questions and examine perspectives we have not studied before.  We are encouraged to think of what we are studying in light of our culture and our own personal lives.  We are then brought to a point of examining the material from a Biblical perspective, which helps us to apply God's Word to our daily walk with Him.  Hopefully, we will have a correct view of life and the world and respond in a godly way to events and people as a result of this study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions asked in the study of 1&amp;2 Kings is, "Why do nations rise and fall?"  The story of Kings is the story of the rise and fall of the kingdom of Israel.  It also shows how God uses other nations to bring about this course of history.  I can see how God ordained all of Israel's history and that it worked out exactly according to His plan.  What a tremendous God He is!  Impressive, magnificent, intelligent designer of all history past, present and future.  It should make us tremble with great awe and even fear.  He is far greater than we could ever imagine.  Below is my response to the Summa question from this study.  Would love to hear comments, corrections, etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why Do Nations Rise and Fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As historians and archeologists dig through the remains of the distant past, they find evidences of glorious civilizations, highly organized, technologically advanced, wealthy and strong.  What brought about their decline?  Is there a common denominator?  Although each nation’s story has its differences, there is one thing inherent to the nature of mankind which must be considered.  Additionally, there is one thing more which must be considered:  the divine Providence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word of God states that all men are born in a state of sin.  In other words, their nature is contrary to the nature of God.  God is perfectly holy and good and right.  His character is revealed in His moral law, the Ten Commandments.  In order to reveal the difference in nature, God had to give His law to man.  Man’s sinfulness is so complete, that he cannot rule himself.  This is revealed time and time again in the rising and falling of nations and peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inca, the Maya, the people of Mohenjo-Daro, all rose to greatness millennia ago.  Yet nothing is left of their glory.  Archeologists have found great cities buried under centuries of dirt, evidences of a former glory.  Sociologists find tribes of people today, living in the area with no understanding of the great knowledge and technological advances of their distant ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did they fall?  Why did the people decline?  Looking at more recent civilizations with a Biblical view, this question can be answered.  As Egypt, and Greece, and Rome each rose to power, there were great advances made in knowledge, politics, and government.  Looking closely at the lives of those who helped shape these empires, we find men, and women, who, at their core, were greedy for power, hungry for recognition and status and wealth.  They relied upon their own deceit and strengths to obtain their goals, regardless of who they stepped on (or murdered!).  One example is that of Shamshi-Adad, ruler of Assyria in the 1800s B.C.  He conquered several city-states in northern Mesopotamia with brute force.  Then he declared himself “king of the whole world.”  After his death, his kingdom weakened and was conquered by Hammurabi of Babylonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see this swelling and rising and decline throughout history, the world over.  Some are mere ripples while others tower in their magnificence.  Again, why did they fall?  Because at his heart, man is basically corrupt.  This corruption affects every aspect of life.  The cancer of corruption eats away at the souls of men, unraveling society and civility, until the entire structure comes tumbling down.  Nations rise and fall because sinful man cannot maintain anything, good or bad, without his sinful nature tainting and finally destroying everything it touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overarching even the dismal failure of man is the Providence of God. God is all powerful and all knowing.  In His sovereignty, He Himself declares the end and the beginning.  Everything in history, whether the great empires of ancient times or the death of an unknown child in Mongolia, has been planned to the smallest detail.  There is not one useless actor or prop on the stage of this universe.  All serve the purpose of the Creator.  He has a plan which will not be thwarted.  He has redeemed a body of believers, the church, which will become the final kingdom.  Nations rise and fall because He ordained it from eternity past in order to bring about the culmination of the ages when a people He has purchased with His own blood will worship Him in triumph over sin and death forever.  This kingdom will never fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-112842793707735766?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/112842793707735766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=112842793707735766' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112842793707735766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112842793707735766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-do-nations-rise-and-fall.html' title='Why Do Nations Rise and Fall?'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13718139.post-112243063493744142</id><published>2005-07-26T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:17:14.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Should I Get All Joyful about "Justification?"</title><content type='html'>John Piper has a chapter in his book entitled “Fighting for Joy like a Justified Sinner” with the emphasis on justification.  He argues at one point that the ground of the Christian’s joy is in the Word of the Cross and that word is all about the justification of sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible has a lot of bad news concerning the human race.  I am included in that lot and so are you!  We have no righteousness of our own – none at all – and yet we should have.  Because of my lack of righteousness I am condemned by God’s Law.  Yet here is Jesus Christ, the substitute performer of my righteousness &lt;em&gt;(He lived a perfect, obedient life)&lt;/em&gt; and the substitute for the punishment for my sin &lt;em&gt;(He died an obedient death).&lt;/em&gt;  His perfect life and obedient death not only absolves me from guilt but credits me with a righteousness I do not have.  My guilt is removed by His blood (Ephesians 1:7) and my inheritance to heaven is provided by His obedience (Romans 5:19).  You see, I still have no righteousness of my own.  What Jesus did does not make me righteous.  It is His righteousness that I possess and God has made this declaration that I am righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justification is the only way of salvation.  And it is a gift of God.  We understand that from Romans 6:23:  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”&lt;/span&gt;  As if Paul really wanted us to get this gift concept, he modified the word with “free” – a redundancy with a point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justification is by faith alone.  Ah, there is where my part comes in:  I must have faith.  Yet even that is given to us by God.  We are so dead in our trespasses and sins, we cannot have the faith of a mustard seed; we don’t even desire it.  It is a gift of God:  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that (the faith) not of yourselves; it is the gift of God&lt;/span&gt; (Ephesians 2:8).  This faith is a gift from God.  It all comes from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it from a gift standpoint:  You see, if you work for something then you get what you have worked for.  The thing worked for no longer qualifies as a gift.  And God goes further by saying that the wages of sin is death.  But the one who trusts Him who justifies the ungodly, his faith is counted as righteousness.  This, John Piper says, is the ground of our joy in the cross of Christ:&lt;br /&gt;            ~Justification is by grace &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; – not mixed with my merit&lt;br /&gt;            ~Through faith &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; – not mixed with my works&lt;br /&gt;            ~On the basis of Christ &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; – not mingling His righteousness with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My righteousness is dirty, according to what God says (Isaiah 64:6).  And doesn’t He always speak the truth?  To mix my “righteousness,” my filthy rags, with that of Christ’s would soil the clean garments Christ has already given me.  Christ cleansed me; He washed away my filth, my sin.  Then He dressed me, now sparkling clean, in this robe of righteousness.  And if I try to work for this gift, to earn it, it is no longer a gift.  I accept the gift with joy and gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my husband were to come home and present me with tickets to see the Lipizzaner stallions, I would probably flip for joy.  I certainly would not say, “How much do I owe you for these?” That would ruin the gift and insult the giver, who, out of love for me, wanted to give me something precious.  It would no longer be a gift if I insisted on paying something for it.  Besides, I have nothing to give that would merit the worth of those tickets.  I do not have a “job” with a paycheck.  All that I have comes from the work of my husband.  It is the same with justification – I have nothing that can equal its value!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I deserve the gift of eternal life in Christ in some way is ludicrous.  There is nothing within me or about me that deserves a gift from my Creator.  He has always been gracious toward me in so many ways:  He planned my existence, gave me life, gave me my talents and skills, gave me all my material blessings and has sustained me thus far.  Yet I spent 37 years of my life disdaining His gifts and ignoring the Giver.  No, I don’t deserve any further gifts from Him – especially not the best, most precious, priceless gift of being made right with Him.  My Father had to change me, change my desires, in order to even make me want this gift.  Now that is grace!  Offering me something that is for my good and then changing me to help me take it and embrace it, is true grace.  Not because He looked down the road of my life and said, “Oh, I see that this one is going to start liking me somewhere in her 37th year.”  No, He looked down the road of my life and said, “There, in Beth’s 37th year, I will touch her heart; I will give her the kiss of life and waken her from death.  I will show her a reality of life and light.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did.  So gently, He drew me into His light.  I didn’t initiate this thing.  I didn’t ask for it.  Since then, over the years, my Father has slowly revealed to me the many wonders and facets, the sheer breathtaking beauty of this gift.  I still don’t deserve it!  It’s a wonder He keeps me and doesn’t take it back.  Everyday, I shun the gift in some way.  I show my lack of appreciation or live in ignorance of it.  But it’s a gift!  I didn’t deserve it then, and still don’t now.  If I began deserving it, it would cease to be what it is.  What a showcase of God’s grace and mercy and love and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ground of my joy in the Gospel.  This truly is “the Good News.”  If I meditate on this beautiful Truth, if I preach it to myself daily, I would be a joyful fanatic for my Lord and Savior, and in the words of Peter, filled with joy inexpressible and full of glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-112243063493744142?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/112243063493744142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=112243063493744142' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112243063493744142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112243063493744142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-should-i-get-all-joyful-about.html' title='Why Should I Get All Joyful about &quot;Justification?&quot;'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13718139.post-112164605325639244</id><published>2005-07-17T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:48:54.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went to our first 4-H Club Lamb show. The boys and the lambs both did a great job. Even Aidan, who had a case of show jitters the night before and couldn't go to sleep, seemed to come into his own once he got there. We had prepped him to answer any questions the judge might ask during showmanship class. She didn't ask, but Aidan surely volunteered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/1600/100_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/320/100_0231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the boys are at a showmanship class given by the county extension agent, Wes Smith, a couple of weeks before the show. (Kyle is in the center with "Earl" and Aidan behind him with "Woolly Bugger". Wes was trying giving them an idea of what it was like to be in the ring. We certainly appreciate the tips and advice from his first hand experience. But there is nothing like really being there and showing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/1600/100_02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/320/100_0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/1600/100_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Aidan in showmanship class, setting up his lamb for the judge to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/1600/100_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/200/100_0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The judge is talking to Aidan after his voluntary answer without being asked. Aidan doesn't usually meet a stranger! Aidan "won" 4th place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/1600/100_0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/200/100_0281.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Aidan setting up in the market lamb class. Here the lambs are grouped by weight and judged for carcass value. Little Woolly Bugger is so calm and is a perfect match for a first timer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/1600/100_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/200/100_0278.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Aidan is in the lineup for placement. He "won" 6th place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/1600/100_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/200/100_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Kyle lined up for showmanship. He wasn't nervous until he had to come in for the 2nd time. Somehow, the door person got the children mixed up and 4 of them came in on the wrong class. When Kyle came in the 2nd time, in the right class -- that was when the jitters hit him! But he still did well. The judge asked him if there was anything he could change about his lamb right now, what would it be. Kyle immediately replied, "The placement of his left hind leg." (He was too wide apart in how he placed his feet.) Kyle received a 4th place ribbon for his first showmanship class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-112164605325639244?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/112164605325639244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=112164605325639244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112164605325639244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112164605325639244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/07/yesterday-we-went-to-our-first-4-h.html' title=''/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-112164761763396597</id><published>2005-07-17T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:50:00.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/1600/100_02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/320/100_02695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I couldn't add anymore pictures and so started a new post. Then it took several times. . . ah, well, the trials of blogging when you are blog-illiterate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, again, in the placing line-up for showmanship. He placed 4th. He and the three young men who placed under him were all "first time feeders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/1600/100_02294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4110/1217/320/100_02294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the pictures we took turned out blurry. So here is one from the class Wes did for us, showing Kyle bracing Earl. He and Earl have become quite a team. Kyle is enjoying the lambs so much, he is eager to do it again next year and maybe have 2 or 3 lambs to show. We'll see -- the show season is just gearing up and we have 3 months to go after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to all the good folks who have helped us get started. Wes Smith and Debbie Diehl at Upson 4-H for their encouragement and counsel. C&amp;J Club Lambs and Duke Club Lambs for our lambs. Also thanks to Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Kelvin Duke for helping us out so much at our first show. We would have been completely lost without them! Thanks also to Julie Smith, the president of our homeschool support group, for inviting us to 4-H last February -- that's where it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-H has been a wonderful addition to our homeschool and we look forward to the next several years participating in all the great learning opportunities. I encourage parents to get involved with their children in 4-H. It doesn't have to be critter related! There are many other avenues of study. The whole family can be involved and grow and learn and hopefully be a good influence in the lives of others as well. The best thing about 4-H is its stress on leadership and responsibility. Give it a try. I don't think you will regret it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-112164761763396597?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/112164761763396597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=112164761763396597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112164761763396597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112164761763396597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-some-reason-i-couldnt-add-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-112143086610435785</id><published>2005-07-15T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T07:34:26.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snake in the Hen House!</title><content type='html'>A beautiful hot July afternoon. I am in the house, preparing to go outside.  Kyle is out in the front field on the tractor, mowing the grass.  Aidan has already gone out and no doubt is messing with the chickens again.  Suddenly, Aidan bursts in the door,  "Mom, come quick, it's an emergency!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look.  I see no blood.  No smoke (no fire).  He gives more information to ensure his qualification of an emergency, "There's a snake in the chicken pen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dash into the laundry room and fumble for my boots.  As I run outside, I am wondering to myself, "Just what do you think you are going to do about this?  You cannot even stand the sight of a snake!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providentially, Kyle rounds the corner close to the house on the tractor and I am actually able to flag him down.  I motion toward the henhouse (you know, he can't hear a thing over the roar of the tractor) and he drives through the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Aidan and I run to the door of the chicken's house.  I can't believe it.  A HUGE black snake is dangling from one of the upper nests and his head is hidden in a lower nest.  I am helpless.  I don't even want to walk in the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle gets the snake catcher he and his dad constructed some time ago.  He calmly walks into the pen and lassos the snake.  The snake's mouth is hovering above one of our precious eggs!  How disappointing to be snatched away at the moment of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kyle pulls the snake out of the nest, its tail wraps and actually &lt;em&gt;knots&lt;/em&gt; around the perch!  By now I am in there with Kyle (the snake is safely captured!) and taking pictures.  Kyle pulls but the snake just tightens up.  So, brave frontier woman that I am, I reach across and smack the snake's knot with my camera.  He loosens up and Kyle pulls steadily until he is dangling from the noose of the snake catcher.  That snake is easily 5 foot long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Chicken Little (our pet bantam hen), who has been perching &lt;em&gt;beside the snake&lt;/em&gt;, is watching with interest.  I guess she was standing guard as best as her little body could do.  Silly hen, she could have been the main course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more pictures and Kyle takes the snake to the garden and releases him with a stern warning,  "Come back and I'll shoot you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-112143086610435785?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/112143086610435785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=112143086610435785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112143086610435785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112143086610435785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/07/snake-in-hen-house.html' title='A Snake in the Hen House!'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-112142627944054698</id><published>2005-07-15T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T06:17:59.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian." --</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-112142627944054698?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/112142627944054698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=112142627944054698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112142627944054698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112142627944054698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/07/expecting-world-to-treat-you-fairly.html' title='&quot;Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian.&quot; --'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-112116543028634028</id><published>2005-07-12T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T05:50:30.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy in God Is a Gift of God: Doing ourselves what must be done for us.  Huh?</title><content type='html'>What a paradox!  But so is the Christian life!  It is full of paradox.  It is full of both/ands.  Following Christ is a box full of coins, each having two distinctly different sides, yet still one coin.  The Bible tells us that one of the fruits of the Spirit is joy (Galatians 5:22).  We cannot conjure up true joy without the Spirit within bearing fruit for us.  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Joy is never in our power and pleasure often is&lt;/span&gt;, says C.S. Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essence of John Piper’s title for this chapter, I think, is that we are responsible to have what only God can give us.  How can that be?  There is only one way and it can be found only in God’s Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over Scripture commands us to rejoice (Phil. 4:4, Joel 2:23), be glad (Ps. 32:11 &amp; 97:12), delight in the Lord (Ps. 37:4), shout joyfully (Ps. 100:1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, to do this is beyond my own ability.  How easy it is to find myself degenerating into a grumbling, complaining mindset!  I naturally focus on what is going wrong, what is bad and how that affects me.  I find myself doing what I should not do.  It seems we as a people enjoy calamity and disaster; it gives us something to talk about.  To top that off, we love to embellish the gossip and send it on down the line a little worse off than it came to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is natural to us as fallen humans.  We are so bad that it is impossible to delight in what is good; it is impossible to delight in God.  But just because we are not able to delight in Him naturally does not make us less culpable, but more so, actually.  Remember, enjoying God, appreciating Him as God, reflects His glory.  (The chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.)  If we are not doing that, then we are sinning!  We are separated from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to remember that the Scriptures tell us that all of us have sinned and come short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23).  It’s not just that we sin but that we ARE sinful.  We are born this way and are helpless in this condition unless God enters our lives.  So sin is not just something that we do but an overwhelming power in our lives from which we cannot free ourselves.  We are naturally rebellious and disobedient and hardened against the Word and Spirit of God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 143:2 - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;. . . for no one living is righteous before You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jer. 17:9 - &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;. . . the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ps. 51:5 – &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rom. 7:18 – &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, God says we are dead to Him.  Dead men cannot respond to the living around them.  If God is alive and we are dead, then we cannot respond to Him at all.  Listen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And you were &lt;strong&gt;dead &lt;/strong&gt;in your trespasses and sins, in which you formerly walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, of the spirit that is now working in the &lt;em&gt;sons of &lt;strong&gt;disobedience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Among them we too all formerly lived in the lusts of our flesh, indulging the desires of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, even as the rest.  But God, being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt; in our transgressions, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), Ephesians 2:1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just because we are dead to God, ignorant of His ways, and incapable of responding to Him, this does not make us any less guilty of this sin.  This failure to recognize who He is and to know Him accordingly is sin.  The reason we do not know Him, the reason we are ignorant of Him is because  of our hardness against Him.  Therefore, no one comes to Jesus on his own free will.  I did not come to Jesus because something within me chose to do so.  I had plenty of free will; oh, yes, I chose what I wanted to do and did it, if possible.  But nothing within me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;.  Therefore, in my free will, I chose anything but God.  I mean, if you want vanilla ice cream with sprinkles for dessert you don’t go to the dessert bar and fix yourself chocolate cake, do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know this:  one day I began to kind of “flirt” with all that God stuff.  I felt drawn to it.  This went on for several months.  I became more and more attracted to that kind of life, until one day, I realized there was this new commitment in me.  I didn’t want to go back to the old ways of living and I desired for God to protect me from that lure.  Jesus said that . . .”No one comes . . . unless the Father . . .draws him.”  He also said that the Spirit is free and blows where He wills.  What has this to do with my experience?  God drew me; the Holy Spirit blew into my heart and changed my desires!  He even gave me the ability to repent: to turn from my old ways, my wicked ways, and embrace God’s way.  John Piper puts repentance this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Once hostile to God, now in love with Him.&lt;br /&gt;                    Once the cross seemed foolish, now it is precious.&lt;br /&gt;                    Once trusted in self to achieve happiness/security – now despair of self and look to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;                             Christ for hope and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before God changes a person on the inside, he is incapable of enjoying Him, of appreciating His good gifts, of true worship.  Oh, he may portray this on the outside, but it is the inside that counts and it is the inside that God looks at.  There is no true joy in God.  But when God changes him, He enables Him to obey His commands, including that of rejoicing in Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me the grace [O Lord] to do as you command and command me to do what you will!  . . . O holy God . . . when Your commands are obeyed, it is from You that we receive the power to obey them.&lt;/em&gt;  Augustine&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/13718139-112116543028634028?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/112116543028634028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=112116543028634028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112116543028634028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112116543028634028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/07/joy-in-god-is-gift-of-god-doing.html' title='Joy in God Is a Gift of God: Doing ourselves what must be done for us.  Huh?'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-112030629792515222</id><published>2005-07-02T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T07:11:37.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Gracious Father I Have</title><content type='html'>I am preparing for the new homeschool year, and one of the fun and challenging jobs that goes along with this is choosing and buying curriculum.  I buy some of my curriculum on the "Swap &amp; Sell" board at The Well-Trained Mind website.  Not only do I get used books, etc., at discounted prices but it is a great help to sell to other moms who are trying to prepare for their families also.  I sent a money order to a mom 11 days ago.  She notified me 2 days ago she still had not received it.  I went to the post office and the postmistress advised me to wait a couple more weeks in case the envelope had been "missent."  In the back of my mind I was kind of holding my breath, becoming a little anxious, but then it kind of faded.  I wrote to the mom and asked if she would wait a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only God's grace that I didn't become anxious and worried and then mad (my usual tendency).  I have to credit Him.  He is so kind to me.  And, lo and behold, this gracious Father had a gift for me this morning:  the mom e-mailed me to say that the MO had arrived!  And it had indeed been missent.  Mailed from Georgia to Massachusetts it went via San Diego, California! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Father, for looking after me!  Isn't He good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-112030629792515222?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/112030629792515222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=112030629792515222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112030629792515222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112030629792515222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-gracious-father-i-have.html' title='What a Gracious Father I Have'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-112004681187704760</id><published>2005-06-29T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T07:07:39.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call to Fight for Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The struggle to submit . . . is not a struggle to submit but a struggle to accept and with passion. I mean, possibly with Joy.&lt;/em&gt; Flannery O’Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Taking God’s Demand for Delight Seriously&lt;br /&gt;1. Having a spiritual taste for Christ’s glory is not morally neutral!&lt;br /&gt;2. Not to have this taste is evil and deadly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Not to see and savor Christ is an insult to the beauty and worth of His character.&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferring anything above Christ is the very essence of sin.&lt;br /&gt;5. IT MUST BE FOUGHT!&lt;br /&gt;B. The Essence of Evil&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;My people have committed two evils:&lt;/span&gt; (Jer. 2:13)&lt;br /&gt;a. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;they have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(1) God is a mountain spring of clean, cool, life-giving water&lt;br /&gt;(2) To glorify this fountain we are to:&lt;br /&gt;~enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;~praise it&lt;br /&gt;~keep coming back to it&lt;br /&gt;~point others to it&lt;br /&gt;~get strength from it&lt;br /&gt;~never prefer any drink over this water&lt;br /&gt;b. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and have hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(1) They have put the perfections of God’s water to their soul’s tongue and disliked it!&lt;br /&gt;(2) They have craved the suicidal cisterns of the world.&lt;br /&gt;(3) This is a double insult to God and is the essence of evil.&lt;br /&gt;2. The ultimate evil – esteeming God less than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You are worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power; for You created all things, and by Your will they exist and were created. Revelation 4:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Heaven Hangs on Having the Taste of Joy in God&lt;br /&gt;1. Fighting for Joy – our eternal life depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;2. To the person who has no taste for enjoying Christ:&lt;br /&gt;a. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;If anyone has no love for the Lord, let him be accursed. I Cor. 16:22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;b. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Whoever loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me, and whoever loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me. Mt. 10:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. &lt;em&gt;Loving &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(not deciding for, choosing, or committing to) is the mark of a true child of God.&lt;br /&gt;3. Love for Christ is NOT identical to mental or physical acts done in obedience to His Word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;If you love Me, keep My commandments. John 14:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. FIRST there is the love&lt;br /&gt;b. THEN there is the effect of love: obedience&lt;br /&gt;4. Crisis of the Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And this is the condemnation, that the light has come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. John 3:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. When we love the light, we:&lt;br /&gt;(1) have fellowship of Christ&lt;br /&gt;(2) desire for His wisdom&lt;br /&gt;(3) run to His refuge&lt;br /&gt;(4) have gladness in His grace&lt;br /&gt;(5) delight in who He is.&lt;br /&gt;b. When we prefer darkness, we have no love for Him and we are accursed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Loving Christ involves delight in His Person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This section in the chapter was radical to me. For so long I had heard, or at least I think I heard, that love is an action. We show love by doing. And I still believe this. Real love is shown through our actions. I had gotten the cart before the horse. The love has to be there, and the love is real. I have to stop and take stock in my relationship with Christ. Do I love Him? The works I do should be an outpouring of love, but first there is the love. And this is a true emotion and there is nothing wrong with the emotion: it’s okay to feel it. When I don’t feel it, I don’t stop acting upon it but in faith, continue in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Faith Also Includes the Taste for Joy in God&lt;br /&gt;1. Faith and joy are NOT equivalent&lt;br /&gt;a. Faith is banking upon Christ for righteousness and sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;b. But it is not LESS than delight in Christ Himself.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2 Cor. 4:4 . . . seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a. Satan wants to hide this glory from the eyes of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;b. However, it is not just the facts he wants to hide, but the beauty of the facts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Believing in Him includes a taste for the living water.&lt;br /&gt;a. There may be temporary straying from Him.&lt;br /&gt;b. True Faith never forsakes Him for the world’s cisterns.&lt;br /&gt;4. Believing in Him also means trusting Him as our all-surpassing Treasure&lt;br /&gt;5. God’s aim is to glorify His Son.&lt;br /&gt;a. If we follow Jesus because of His great gifts or because of His terrible threats, He is not glorified.&lt;br /&gt;b. Following Him is to be rooted in His glorious Person.&lt;br /&gt;c. Christ’s works are great because He is great.&lt;br /&gt;d. Unless His works point us to Him as our greatest delight, they become idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We have such a tendency to get the gifts before the Giver. We have such a tendency to pervert whatever God does or gives. As born idolaters we must be on the alert against this. It is so easy for us to get confused, to let our eyes slip down from the glory of the Giver and to become focused on what He gives. There are those who get so caught up in “doing” church right, they forget the One they have come to worship. There are those who want so badly to be able to counsel others in the faith or to have a word for the church or a fellow Christian, that their eyes are really no longer on their Lord, but on themselves! And we don’t even realize it. We have become like Simon the sorcerer of Samaria in Acts chapter 8, poisoned by bitterness and bound by iniquity. The only freedom we have from this is looking to Jesus and, upon seeing His glory, repenting of this sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. The Call to Fight for This&lt;br /&gt;1. Faith is to be fought for if it is to survive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Faith is what satan targets.&lt;br /&gt;F. What We Have Lost in the Western Church&lt;br /&gt;1. People don’t believe that their eternal life depends on the pursuit of joy in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;2. The person who fights for joy in pain of loss successfully endures the trial and receives the crown of eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;3. Today, people do not believe that anything significant is at stake.&lt;br /&gt;4. The good fight of faith is the fight for joy.&lt;br /&gt;G. It is a Good Fight, because:&lt;br /&gt;1. The enemy of our soul is evil.&lt;br /&gt;2. We are not left to our own strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling; for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure. Phil. 2:12-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is not a struggle to carry a burden but a struggle to let a burden be carried for us.&lt;br /&gt;4. It does not involve self-exaltation, but self-humbling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing. John 15:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot even rejoice apart from Christ!&lt;br /&gt;5. God is greatly glorified by the fight, therefore it is good:&lt;br /&gt;a. God is exalted when we devote ourselves to resisting the idolatrous power of every craving or pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;b. Fighting against “alien joy” shows we know the infinite worth of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is that both/and situation. John has taken a much abused and misunderstood passage of Scripture (Ph. 2:12-13) and shown it’s real intention. The fight for the faith involves our working out what God Himself has put in us. We fight, responsibly, because of His enablement. Our abiding in Him and His abiding in us gives us what we need to carry out what we are responsible for doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Paul’s Ministry involved Working for Our Joy!&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2 Cor. 1:24 . . . but we work with you for your joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Phil. 1:25 – I know I will remain with you all, for your progress and joy in the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I. Do Fighting and Joy Go Together?&lt;br /&gt;1. Joy happens in the heart spontaneously&lt;br /&gt;2. Joy is not in the power of the will.&lt;br /&gt;3. Joy is a free gift, yet we are responsible to have it!&lt;br /&gt;4. One reason we experience Joy in God spontaneously is because it is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;5. So how do we fight for something that is spontaneous?&lt;br /&gt;a. The Fight itself is a Gift&lt;br /&gt;(1) God works in us to enable us to fight.&lt;br /&gt;(2) God’s grace makes our work possible&lt;br /&gt;(3) God’s work in us does not eliminate our work, but enables it.&lt;br /&gt;b. We fight to put ourselves in the God-ordained path of blessing.&lt;br /&gt;(1) This does not coerce God to give the blessing:&lt;br /&gt;(a) It’s not a wage we can earn.&lt;br /&gt;(b) It’s not according to our timetable.&lt;br /&gt;(2) We are like farmers:&lt;br /&gt;(a) We plant, hoe and fertilize.&lt;br /&gt;(b) God brings it to maturity.&lt;br /&gt;(c) We do not coerce this – there are times when the crops fail&lt;br /&gt;(d) God brings us through the lean season!&lt;br /&gt;(3) In obedience to God’s Word, we fight to walk in the paths of blessing &lt;em&gt;but when and how they come is His decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;c. We fight to see!&lt;br /&gt;(1) Seeking the glory of Christ in the Gospel awakens joy.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Joy magnifies Christ’s work.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Satan’s chief work is to block our view of Christ’s glory.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Therefore, our fight for joy is mainly a fight to see Christ.&lt;br /&gt;(a) Joy from seeing is spontaneous no matter how hard we fight to see it.&lt;br /&gt;(b) Fighting does not cause the joy – seeing does.&lt;br /&gt;(c) There is no coercion: no one stands before a beautiful sunrise and says how hard he worked to get up early and the sunrise owes him this happiness by its bright colors.&lt;br /&gt;(5) Fight for joy in a way that does not replace grace:&lt;br /&gt;(a) I have fought the good fight.&lt;br /&gt;(b) Not I, but the grace of God that is with me.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Our joy will be greater if we see Christ as giving both the joy and the strength to fight for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God owes us nothing. Why, He has already freely given His children everything! But He owes us nothing. He did not owe us salvation but by the kindness of His will He has given it to His children. He is a Father to us, an example of true fatherhood to earthly fathers (not the other way around!). As a perfect heavenly Father, all that He does with us, to us and through us is &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. We need to be thankful for the fight of the day, thankful for the grace given to stand and fight and thankful for the outcome of that day. We must understand that whatever happens and whatever the results, they are for our good. This trust in His goodness is a reflection back to Him of His glory. When we see Him as He is, as He has shown us in His Word, and we meditate Him and the goodness He has wrought in our lives, we will find contentment. There is true joy in thankfulness to our good Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-112004681187704760?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/112004681187704760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=112004681187704760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112004681187704760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/112004681187704760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/call-to-fight-for-joy.html' title='The Call to Fight for Joy'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-111997399856639853</id><published>2005-06-28T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:53:18.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Horrors!</title><content type='html'>I just discovered that Celestial Seasonings has discontinued my favorite tea:  Menopause Nite!  (It's also my husband's favorite, for obvious reasons.)  Here come the night sweats and the hot flashes!  I wonder if I double up on the Menopause Day tea (which is caffeinated). . . Hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-111997399856639853?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111997399856639853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=111997399856639853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111997399856639853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111997399856639853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-horrors.html' title='Oh, Horrors!'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-111997314829263134</id><published>2005-06-28T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:39:08.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now why didn't I think of this before?</title><content type='html'>This is so great!  The boys are entertaining themselves -- educationally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest, 15 years old, still has some work left for this past school year.  Well, it is all done now, except his math.  My youngest, 5 years old, must continue his work regardless, since we are learning to write and continuing in phonics study.  So for fun, (and to get Aidan ready for science this year) I have had them do experiments together, with Kyle being the leader.  I am actually leaving the room and Kyle is in charge of setting up the experiments and asking the appropriate questions.  Today they made a mini-volcano out of warm water, cooking oil, red coloring, citric acid and baking soda.  Aidan was so thrilled because it looked like a miniature lava lamp.  That is his fascination -- anything electric or electronic.  Now he can make a lava lamp without electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited about his science.  Now that they have cleaned up the mess (a good scientist always cleans up the mess), they have moved on to greater things:  Kyle's Inventor Workshop Kit that he never got to do this previous school year.  I am staying in the background only to referee as needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-111997314829263134?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111997314829263134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=111997314829263134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111997314829263134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111997314829263134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-why-didnt-i-think-of-this-before.html' title='Now why didn&apos;t I think of this before?'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-111995644286162462</id><published>2005-06-28T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T06:00:42.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrie ten Boom and Joy in God</title><content type='html'>I am still working on my reading for WWII, although we have long since finished Kyle’s study of history for the year.  I had never read the story of Corrie Ten Boom (“In My Father’s House” and “The Hiding Place”).  Now that I have read it I am looking forward to more biographies of my brothers and sisters in Christ!  What an encouragement her life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard things about Corrie’s story.  Things like unbelievable miracles occurring while she was in prison or that she was an “absolutist.”  (Absolutist, a new term for me, is someone who takes God’s moral law to the nth degree, even if it endangers someone’s life.  For example, if someone were to invade your house and threaten to kill everyone there, would you tell the truth when asked who else is here, knowing your children were sleeping soundly upstairs?)  However, the “miracles” were not overblown and stretched out of proportion nor was Corrie an absolutist.  She deceived the German police (forged identity papers, disguising young men as women, building a secret room in the house) and even outright lied to them a couple of times when trying to protect her family and the people she was hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the book, the story of her life, had a more tremendous impact in more important areas, or at least I consider so.  Corrie speaks about the great anger and hatred that the German police had toward anyone that was weaker than them or beneath them in position.  She described several instances, but one that keeps coming back to haunt me is the beating that a woman guard gave to a young girl while Corrie’s barrack was standing for roll call one day at the prison camp.  The women prisoners had been standing at roll call for a long time (part of the torture and punishment often administered by the guard) and this young girl “messed” her clothes.  The guard became enraged and began to beat her mercilessly with a crop.  The girl finally fell to the ground unconscious.  Corrie and her sister, Betsie, could do nothing, as could no one else.  Corrie felt helpless and so angry because of the senseless beating of a weaker creature.  Betsie told Corrie that they must pray for these people.  Corrie agreed, thinking of the women she shared the barrack with.  Then she realized that Betsie was talking about the Germans!  Betsie had recognized the utter hopelessness of the German women, eaten away by irrational anger.  They were lost in a darkness that no one but God could penetrate.  Betsie longed to offer help to these people after the war was over.  Corrie was dumbfounded; but God helped her, through Betsie, to overcome her own anger toward these lost souls who had been taught to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read these portions of the book, I realized that in reality, I was no different than these angry, merciless German women.  I was just as capable of their great crimes as they had been.  Oh, how gracious God has been to me.  He has kept me from the depths of depravity that I could easily have descended into.  It is His grace alone that has pulled me out of darkness and placed me in His light and that keeps me there.  If He didn’t keep me, I would fall headlong into those depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other area where the book has impacted me is the calm joy and peace and contentment these two sisters knew in their Lord.  Betsie was able to give thanks in all situations, another characteristic of faith which at first absolutely dumbfounded Corrie.  (Now, don’t get me wrong; Corrie had a true and deep faith in her Lord.  God used Betsie to bring her deeper into grace.)  When they had first arrived at the camp and went into the barrack to find their assigned bunk (which they shared with about 10-12 other women!), they realized the place was infected with fleas.  Corrie was horrified.  As they scrambled out of their bunk, Betsie said they should pray and give thanks to God.  Corrie was all for it and they thanked Him for many things.  Then Betsie thanked Him for the fleas!  What??!!  Yes, she thanked Him for the fleas.  She was so sure that God had a good purpose in the fleas’ being there.  Later, as Betsie became weaker, she was assigned work within the barrack with the other weaker women, knitting socks for the German soldiers.  Because of the fleas, the guards would not come into the barrack unless absolutely necessary.  This gave Betsie the perfect opportunity to witness to the other women and to share God’s Word out of the tiny Bible they had managed (by God’s grace, another story in itself) to smuggle into the barrack.  Betsie was right – be thankful for the fleas because God used them for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrie watched Betsie grow weaker and weaker; Betsie was dying.  Yet Corrie’s sister’s faith never flagged.  She was so joyous in her Lord.  She had faith that God would never leave her nor forsake her.  She died peacefully with a smile on her face.  Corrie was taken to see her sister’s lifeless form.  She was struck by the difference in her sister’s body and those of the other corpses.  There was peace in Betsie’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This joy, this utter dependence upon God’s grace, is what I want – what I need!  Corrie learned it from her sister Betsie.  I pray God will help me to learn it from Corrie and from the example of others that have trusted Him before me.  To look to Him, to rely upon Him and His Word alone, to see Him as my all in all:  He is the fount and object of my peace, of my hope, of my joy.  What a gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-111995644286162462?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111995644286162462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=111995644286162462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111995644286162462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111995644286162462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/corrie-ten-boom-and-joy-in-god.html' title='Corrie ten Boom and Joy in God'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-111943643044803933</id><published>2005-06-22T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T05:33:50.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is the Difference Between Desire and Delight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was when I was happiest that I longed most . . . The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing . . . to find the place where all the beauty came from.&lt;/em&gt;   C.S. Lewis, “Till We Have Faces”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very nature of Joy makes nonsense of our common distinction between having and wanting.  There, to have is to want and to want is to have.  Thus, the very moment when I longed to be so stabbed again [with Joy], was itself again such a stabbing.”&lt;/em&gt;   C.S. Lewis, “Surprised by Joy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are Desire and Delight both the goal and yet neither are the goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A both/and situation:  the Bible pictures people yearning, longing, hungering, thirsting and fainting for God.  Yet they also are seen as enjoying, delighting in and being satisfied in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.    Examples of Desiring God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        1.   Asaph – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whom have I in heaven but You (Ps. 73:25-26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        2.   Jeremiah – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I will hope in Him (Lam. 3:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        3.   David – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you (Ps. 16:2).  Oh, God, You are my God, earnestly I seek You; my soul thirsts for Your; my flesh faints for You; Your steadfast love is better than life (Ps. 63:1, 3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        4.   Isaiah – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My soul yearns for You in the night; my spirit within me earnestly seeks You (Is. 26:9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        5.   Paul – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better (Ph. 1:23; 3:7-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.    Examples of Delighting in God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        1.   Habakkuk – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Though the fig tree should not blossom and there be not fruit on the vine; though the yield of the olive should fail and the fields produce no food; though the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord (Hab.  3:17-18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              a.   This is humanly impossible!&lt;br /&gt;              b.   This is a miracle of God’s grace if God alone is enough to support joy.&lt;br /&gt;        2.   Psalmists:&lt;br /&gt;              43:4 – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; and on the harp I will praise You, O God, my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              35:27 – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let them shout for joy and be glad, who favor my righteous cause and let them say continually, “Let the Lord be magnified, who has pleasure in the prosperity of His servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              111:2 – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The works of the Lord are great, studied by all who have pleasure in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              17:5 -  &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Uphold my steps in Your paths, that my footsteps may not slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        3.   Paul – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always, again I say Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        4.   Jesus – &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and covered up.  Then in his joy, he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.  (Mt. 13:44)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.    What’s the Difference Between Desire and Delight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        1.   Delight&lt;br /&gt;              a.   synonyms:&lt;br /&gt;                    (1) joy&lt;br /&gt;                    (2) pleasure&lt;br /&gt;                    (3) gladness&lt;br /&gt;                    (4)  happiness&lt;br /&gt;                    (5)  satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;              b.   It is what we experience when the thing we enjoy is present.&lt;br /&gt;              c.   It is something we have already tasted, experienced.&lt;br /&gt;              d.   It is how the excited child feels when Daddy walks through the door!&lt;br /&gt;        2.   Desire&lt;br /&gt;              a.   Synonyms:&lt;br /&gt;                    (1)  yearning&lt;br /&gt;                    (2)  wanting&lt;br /&gt;                    (3)  craving&lt;br /&gt;                    (4)  longing&lt;br /&gt;                    (5)  thirsting&lt;br /&gt;                    (6)  panting after&lt;br /&gt;              b.   It is what we experience when the thing we enjoy is not present but coming in the future&lt;br /&gt;              c.   It is part of the satisfaction; all desires leading to and following are part of one big pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;              d.   It is awakened by the taste of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;              e.   It is what the excited child feels when awaiting Daddy’s arrival home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.    On the Right Track?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        1.   The object of our joy is the Lord and is experienced here and now.&lt;br /&gt;        2.   The object of our joy is yet future – not yet fully experienced.&lt;br /&gt;        3.   On the one hand, God’s Word is delighted in:  Psalm 1:2 &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;His delight is in the law of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        4.   On the other hand, God’s Word is desired:  Psalm 19:10 &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;More to be desired are they than gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        5.   Delight, by memory of the pleasure, is accompanied by the desire to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;        6.   Delight by anticipation is to want more of it, a deeper understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.     There W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ill Always Be More of God to Enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        1.   We are finite creatures.&lt;br /&gt;              a.   We have experienced a spiritual taste for God’s glory&lt;br /&gt;              b.   We will always want more than the present experience&lt;br /&gt;              c.   This is always a holy desire.&lt;br /&gt;        2.   This holy desire is frustrating to us now, in our present state of being.&lt;br /&gt;        3.   In the age to come, when our sin and blindness has been finally removed, we will experience the sweet anticipation of future pleasure without the frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.     Neither Desire nor Delight Is Finally What We Want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;        1.   Neither desire nor delight is the object we desire or delight in.&lt;br /&gt;        2.   Jonathan Edwards – &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;There are many affections which do not arise from any light in the understanding.  And when it is thus, it is a sure evidence that these affections are not spiritual, let them be ever so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        3.   C.S. Lewis – &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The surest way to disarm an anger or lust was to turn your attention away from the girl or the insult and start examining the passion itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        4.   C.S. Lewis – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All the value lay in that of which Joy was the desiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G.    Why Fight for Joy in View of This Danger&lt;/strong&gt; (of substituting joy for the object of our joy)&lt;br /&gt;        1.   We are commanded to with blood-earnestness (Deut. 28:17-18)&lt;br /&gt;        2.   God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in Him.&lt;br /&gt;        3.   People do not awaken to how desperate their condition is until they measure their hearts by Christian Hedonism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight for the experience of God through Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I take from this chapter:  It is easy to confuse our pursuit of God with our pursuit of Joy.  Joy should be the result, the effect of our pursuit of God.  How easily my eyes slip off the goal of my journey onto things that in the end bring no real or lasting happiness.  I catch myself daily chasing after peace and joy and sinning in the chasing of them.  I am easily frustrated by my children’s exuberance over life as well as their tendency to show their own sinful nature (to the frustration of my own plans and agenda).  If I were more focused on achieving God’s righteousness and rejoicing in the grace He has given me for the day, there would be joy in my children’s exuberance.  There would gratitude for the opportunity to show them a more godly way when their sinful nature is exposed.  These opportunities are granted by God Himself.  Instead of being frustrated by their timing, I should be thankful for God’s desire that my children be “taught by the way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is I will never be completely filled up.  I will never exhaust the joys of knowing God my Savior.  It will be an eternal, yet satisfying filling up.  It is wonderful enough now when I experience one of those “God moments,” when God seems to peel back some of the shadow and I get a deeper glimpse of Him and His Truth.  But those moments are so hard to hang onto.  They are so brief, and truth be told, I do not think we could humanly stand too much of them.  When we finally enter into His presence, when glory begins for us, it will be an eternal God moment, a never-ending revealing.  Oh, hurry, Lord Jesus, we yearn for that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-111943643044803933?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111943643044803933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=111943643044803933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111943643044803933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111943643044803933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-is-difference-between-desire-and.html' title='What Is the Difference Between Desire and Delight?'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-111935188878961230</id><published>2005-06-21T06:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T06:04:48.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/6424/640/100_0181.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/6424/320/100_0184.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle &amp; "Earl"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-111935168891211262?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111935168891211262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=111935168891211262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111935168891211262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111935168891211262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/kyle.html' title=''/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-111926624890668087</id><published>2005-06-20T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:17:28.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/6424/640/Earl.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/6424/320/Isaac.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac the Rooster&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-111926615627487368?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111926615627487368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=111926615627487368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111926615627487368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111926615627487368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/isaac-rooster.html' title=''/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-111909299294241261</id><published>2005-06-18T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T06:09:52.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Don't Desire God</title><content type='html'>I have read the first four chapters of John Piper’s “When I Don’t Desire God.”  Each time I finished a chapter, I went back and outlined it.  Why did I do this?  As I read the book, I realized there was a lot of radical change that needs to occur in my heart.  I had a lot of half-way right (wrong) ideas about the Christian life.  The only way to affect change would be to study these “new” ways of thinking carefully and to meditate on them.  What better way than to outline the chapters.  This would force me to think carefully through each paragraph and determine what John’s main idea was.  Then I could list the supporting ideas and think carefully through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, that is hard work!  Sometimes I would have to read through a paragraph more than once to determine what its main topic was and to apply that topic to my situation, my beliefs, my presuppositions, my paradigm.  But I think doing this is more helpful than to just read.  It is a way, really, to dialogue without someone with whom to dialogue!  I have learned that the only way to “own” knowledge of any kind is to be able to talk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I decided to read back through my outlines and see if they made sense to me.  I only made it through Chapter One’s outline.  Wow!  God is so radically beautiful and holy.  We just don’t see that.  Oh, and I want to see it.  Not all the time; most of the time, I give it very little thought.  But when He focuses me on Himself, the hunger for Him which is usually just vaguely gnawing within my soul, becomes ravenous and I just want to “see and savor Him”, to use John’s words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share Chapter One with someone.  I hope to stir up a desire for conversation concerning this much neglected topic.  The outlining has been helpful, but now I want more than just ownership of this radical knowledge.  I want to share it and bounce it off someone!    I pray it “wows” you like it has me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Your presence there is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God commands us to rejoice.  God elevates this experience of the heart to the level of command. . . And He does so with blood-earnestness.  “Because you did not serve the Lord your God with joyfulness and gladness of heart, . . . you shall serve your enemies” (Deut. 28:47-48).  “God threatens terrible things if we will not be happy.” (Jeremy Taylor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is glorified in His people by the way we experience Him, not merely by the way we think about Him.  Indeed the devil thinks more true thoughts about God in one day than a saint does in a lifetime, and God is not honored by it.  The problem with the devil is not his theology but his desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how easy it is to think we are what we ought to be when the emotions are made peripheral.  Mere thoughts and mere deeds are manageable by the carnal religious mind.  But the emotions – they are the weathercock of the heart.  Nothing shows the direction of the deep winds of the soul like the demand of radical, sin-destroying, Christ-exalting joy in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter One is entitled “Why I Wrote This Book”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.    “Christian Hedonism” – an idea that is both liberating and devastating&lt;br /&gt;        1.   God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in Him&lt;br /&gt;              a.   It is right to pursue joy&lt;br /&gt;              b.   It is required to pursue joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always, and again I say rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Phil. 4:4)&lt;/span&gt; just one of many commands as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        2.   Indifference to this command is sin&lt;br /&gt;              a.   It would be equivalent to indifference to God’s glory&lt;br /&gt;              b.   Indwelling sin opposes this pursuit of God&lt;br /&gt;                    (1)  Our sinfulness makes other things look more desirable&lt;br /&gt;                    (2)  Sin perverts:  we tend to pursue God’s gifts rather than God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I was astonished that although I now loved You . . . I did not persist in enjoyment of my God.  Your beauty drew me to You, but soon I was dragged away from You by my own weight and in dismay I plunged again into the things of this world . . . as though I had sensed the fragrance of the fare, but was not yet able to eat it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Augustine, “Confessions” p. 152 &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(We will be reading some of this book this year for homeschool; can’t wait to get to it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.    The Realization of All This Made Christian Living Impossible&lt;br /&gt;        1.   Because this is supernatural living and involves emotion beyond the reach of the natural man.&lt;br /&gt;        2.   Only GOD can make the depraved heart want God.&lt;br /&gt;        3.   We don’t – we can’t – want God:  the one thing we ought to want!&lt;br /&gt;C.    How Can I “Get” This Desire?&lt;br /&gt;        1.   Never knew that this desire for God and to delight in God were so crucial to my Christian life&lt;br /&gt;        2.   I have always thought that my feelings were not important; now, I can see that they are important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right emotions follow right knowledge.  It is okay to “feel” joy and pleasure and delight.  It cannot be conjured up by sheer willpower.  The feelings show the radical change wrought by God within.  Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.    Conversion Is the Creation of New Desires:&lt;br /&gt;        1.   External change is “doable” without divine grace (remember the Pharisees!)&lt;br /&gt;        2.   Conversion awakens a new taste for God (“O taste and see that the Lord is good; how blessed is the man that trusts in Him.”)&lt;br /&gt;        3.   New desires, not just new duties&lt;br /&gt;        4.   New delights, not just new deeds&lt;br /&gt;        5.   New treasures, not just new tasks&lt;br /&gt;        6.   Nothing new about all this.  Listen to what others have said:&lt;br /&gt;              Jesus:  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Rejoice in persecution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Hebrews:  the NT church &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;joyfully accepted the plundering of their property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Augustine:  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Conversion is the triumph of sovereign joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              John Calvin:  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Happiness in union with God is the “chief activity of the soul.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Thomas Watson:  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;God counts Himself more glorified when we find more happiness in His salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        Jonathan Edwards:  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Persons need not and ought not to set any bounds to their spiritual and gracious appetites. . . There is no such thing as temperance in spiritual feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              Charles Hodge:  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;True knowledge of Christ includes (and does not just lead to) delight in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              Augustine:  &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For there exists a delight that is not given to the wicked, but to those honoring Thee, O God, without desiring recompense, the joy of whom Thou art Thyself!  And this is the blessed life, to rejoice towards Thee, about Thee, for Thy sake.&lt;/span&gt;  Confessions&lt;br /&gt;              C.S. Lewis: &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A perfect man would never act from a sense of duty; he’d always want the right thing more than the wrong one.  Duty is only a substitute for love (of God and of other people), like a crutch, which is a substitute for a leg.  Most of us need the crutch at times, but of course, it’s idiotic to use the crutch when our own legs (our own loves, tastes, habits, etc.) can do the journey on their own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        7.   Our desires, not just our decisions, really matter when the glory of God is at stake.&lt;br /&gt;E.     Not Easy to Move toward Joy.&lt;br /&gt;        1.   Love is not a mere choice, but an experience of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;        2.   Christ is to be cherished, not just chosen.&lt;br /&gt;        3.   The alternative is to be cursed (I Cor. 16:22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For so long, I thought that love IS doing.  And certainly that is part of love.  I thought that love is an action.  And that, too, is certainly a part of love.  So I grit my teeth and by sheer willpower started “doing.”  I became exhausted:  spiritually, emotionally, even mentally and physically.  Sometimes it would overwhelm me.  I wondered at the vicious cycle of sin in my life and the inability to conquer these “besetting sins.”  I am beginning to see, now, that true love involves the emotions.  As I come to know my Lord more and more, there should be a deeper emotion toward Him, a deepening of desire to know Him, to cherish Him, to see Him as more precious, costly, expensive than all the world has to offer.  This should affect my daily living and my ability to feel joy, not just talk about it.  Now, I am not speaking of ecstatic outbursts or anything of that nature, though certainly there is a time and place for overflowing of emotion.  I am speaking of that deep contentment and satisfaction that Paul spoke about in his letter to the Philippians; that confidence in the beauty and truth of the Lord that Peter spoke about.  God can change my desires to these godly desires and give me the joy of Christ, my Lord and my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.     This involves a sustaining sacrifice, not pursuit of physical comforts.&lt;br /&gt;        1.   This is all about a fight for perseverance in following Christ&lt;br /&gt;        2.   This cannot be done by willpower, but deep, unshakable confidence that joy in Christ will not disappoint us, even in death.&lt;br /&gt;        3.   Christ is extremely, supremely glorious and valuable:  He is worth the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you see how liberating this thinking is?  The fight becomes doable, because it is Him working in us to enable us.  How the Hebrew Christians could give up their possessions and rejoice in their future with JOY!  Wow, that is a work of God’s grace in their souls.  We can persevere to the end only because of the work God does within us.  We don’t have to be afraid of the fight or grit our teeth and bare it, because when we know the Sovereign God of joy, we will have joy. In the book, John will later develop this thought, showing how the fight is not actually a fight for joy, but a fight to see Christ.  We are naturally blind to His beauty and we have all the trappings and distractions of the world to blind us to Him.  We must fight to see Him and to savor Him.  When we fight and we see Him, there comes His gift of satisfaction in Him.  Because to see Him is to see the ultimate in beauty and loveliness.  It’s like trying to get to the window to see the sunset.  It is not the getting there that brings joy; it is the seeing it:  the object of our joy!  We get confused too easily about our goal.  Our goal is Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This thinking gives me such hope!  I pray it does you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-111909299294241261?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111909299294241261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=111909299294241261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111909299294241261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111909299294241261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-i-dont-desire-god.html' title='When I Don&apos;t Desire God'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-111892245515325101</id><published>2005-06-16T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T07:02:56.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin. . .</title><content type='html'>been so long since I have posted. My old post site, &lt;a href="http://www.bethsfavoritethings.blogspot.com"&gt;www.bethsfavoritethings.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, has quit working. Cannot figure out what I have done, if anything. Maybe one of these days I'll become internet literate and be able to fix all these weird glitches. In the meantime, go to the old site if you are interested in the "Ten Commandments" or stinkly old hound dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our menagerie under the mountain here in Meansville continues to grow. Our flock of chickens has grown. We have 4 barred rocks and 4 buff orpingtons in addition to Isaac the rooster and two black games and two Rhode Island Reds. We get 3-4 eggs per day. Still don't know how many of the crazy 8 are hens yet; they are only 2.5 months old. But crazy. I call them the velociraptors because of the way they "play". Aidan still has not come to terms yet with the fact that if any of them are roosters, they will be made into chicken n dumplins. If we don't kill them and eat them, Isaac will kill them. And that would be a waste of good chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what, you may ask, is a barred rock and a buff orpington? Rock and orpington are the breed of the chicken. These two breeds are enormous, especially the orpington. (You should see their talons, I mean, feet!) Barred and buff are colors. The buff is a beautiful rich golden color. The barred looks like a black and white tweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we purchased, or should I say, Kyle purchased, a lamb. Yep, that's right, a lamb that weighs 80 pounds. He was dubbed "Earl." Kyle will be showing him in the 4-H club starting next month. By the end of the show season, in October, he will be somebody's lamb chops. Another interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl is quite the character. He is learning to be led by halter and how to "set up" for show. When we come out in the morning to feed, he doesn't stir till he hears the feed barrels being opened and closed. Then he climbs up on his wire fence and begins blatting away till we bring his feed. He's usually the last fed: he's new, so we save the most interesting for last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the chickens are extremely comical. You know, you might be a redneck if you think quality entertainment is watching a flock of chickens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-111892245515325101?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111892245515325101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=111892245515325101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111892245515325101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111892245515325101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin. . .'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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-13718139.post-111892329761195144</id><published>2005-06-16T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T07:04:30.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy 8s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/6424/640/crazy8flcok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/6424/320/crazy8flcok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac the Rooster &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13718139-111892329761195144?l=meansvillemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/feeds/111892329761195144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13718139&amp;postID=111892329761195144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111892329761195144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13718139/posts/default/111892329761195144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meansvillemom.blogspot.com/2005/06/crazy-8s.html' title='Crazy 8s'/><author><name>b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879486288135548383</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>
