<?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-6573306436853273991</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:25:06.333+01:00</updated><category term='WWJD'/><category term='Facing Your Giants'/><category term='The Slumber of Christianity'/><category term='Max Lucado'/><category term='The Voice of the Martyrs'/><category term='Nashville'/><category term='No Higher Calling'/><category term='The Choice'/><category term='Lenny LeBlanc'/><category term='100'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Sho Baraka'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='Kirk Franklin'/><category term='Ted Dekker'/><category term='In the Eye of the Storm'/><category term='God Came Near'/><title type='text'>The Eden Project</title><subtitle type='html'>Finding our way back to God's perfect plan for humanity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-720374969764607279</id><published>2011-03-09T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:43:22.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Encouraged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;One of the things that God is teaching me now is how to encourage people. I usually don't enjoy this but God has been able to show me the importance of encouraging people. When we encourage people, we are speaking life into their very souls. We are serving as representatives of God to them and in turn encouraging ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say you also have your own issues. You might ask for someone to encourage you... Just encourage someone, and you to will be encouraged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trotcha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-720374969764607279?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/720374969764607279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=720374969764607279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/720374969764607279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/720374969764607279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-encouraged.html' title='Be Encouraged'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-7821226096012508357</id><published>2010-08-19T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:30:02.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The service at church&amp;nbsp;yesterday was more than awesome. To hear God, speak in the way He did was amazing and I will like to share some of the things I learnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The scripture we would consider is Ecclesiastes 9:11. It says in the Amplified Version that &lt;em&gt;"I returned and saw under the sun that the race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong, neither is bread to the wise nor riches to men of intelligence and understanding nor favor to men of skill; but time and chance happen to them all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time and Chance. I what this scripture is saying and I hope you get it. Most times we feel as though everything we are doing is not enough. That to step through the door of purpose, God has to give you a visible sign before you know you are about to step into purpose. I come with a simple message my friend. You just never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is TIME for us as individuals to make the most of our God given potential and EVERY talent that God has given us. We need to spend time like Daviod nuturing this gift because we never know the time when we are supposed to use this gift to step into purpose. This is why it is said that your gift will make way for you. The opportunity to show what you can do will come by chance. You have to be ready. Something is common to all humans and that is TIME and CHANCE. We don't know what the next day holds; all we can do is trust God enough for our future and hope that when opportunity comes, we would be able to recognise it because we are prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope you have been blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay saved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-7821226096012508357?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7821226096012508357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=7821226096012508357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/7821226096012508357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/7821226096012508357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-and-chance.html' title='Time and Chance'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-1417133010802410466</id><published>2010-07-17T13:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:46:41.973+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>For the love of Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to get to a point in my life where I do things for the love of Christ. I wonder if it is the same for you but that is how I feel everyday. Yes, I do not live the perfect life but I think it is what Jesus is calling us to do as believers. How many times do we take out time to do things for the love of Christ. For the love of Christ we would share the gospel of Jesus Christ, we would give more, we would not judge people... and most of all, we would control our selfish desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do you say guys? Are you ready to live your life for the love of Christ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-1417133010802410466?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1417133010802410466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=1417133010802410466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/1417133010802410466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/1417133010802410466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-love-of-christ.html' title='For the love of Christ'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-7542627351122247113</id><published>2010-05-04T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:29:30.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nashville'/><title type='text'>Let us pray for Nashville</title><content type='html'>Just heard today that there was a bad flood that hit Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S-Aut_6KbCI/AAAAAAAAAwA/zazce1WXuAw/s1600/Nashville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S-Aut_6KbCI/AAAAAAAAAwA/zazce1WXuAw/s320/Nashville.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture from www.dailyworldbuzz.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us say a prayer for them people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-7542627351122247113?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7542627351122247113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=7542627351122247113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/7542627351122247113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/7542627351122247113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-us-pray-for-nashville.html' title='Let us pray for Nashville'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S-Aut_6KbCI/AAAAAAAAAwA/zazce1WXuAw/s72-c/Nashville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-4991535997234743134</id><published>2010-04-29T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:53:55.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ted Dekker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Slumber of Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>Who do YOU say I am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the question that Jesus is asking every Christian. Who do YOU say I am? Check out this verse of scripture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;Matthew 16:13-19&amp;nbsp;(Amplified Bible)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-23686"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;Now when Jesus went  into the region of Caesarea Philippi, He asked His disciples, Who do  people say that the Son of Man is?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-23687"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;And they answered, Some say John the Baptist;  others say Elijah; and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;   &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-23688"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;He said to them, But  who do you [yourselves] say that I am?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-23689"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;Simon Peter replied, You are the Christ, the  Son of the living God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-23690"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;Then Jesus answered him, Blessed (happy,  fortunate, and to be envied) are you, Simon  Bar-Jonah. For flesh and blood [men] have not revealed this to you, but  My Father Who is in heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-23691"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;And I tell you, you are Peter [Greek, Petros--a large piece  of rock], and on this rock [Greek, petra--a huge rock like Gibraltar] I will  build My church, and the gates of Hades (the powers of the infernal region) shall not overpower it [or be strong to  its detriment or hold out against it].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-AMP-23692"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;I will give you the keys of the kingdom of  heaven; and whatever you bind (declare to be improper and unlawful) on  earth must be what is already bound in  heaven; and whatever you loose (declare lawful) on earth must be what is already loosed in  heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Source: &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2016:13-19&amp;amp;version=AMP"&gt;Bible Gateway&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I want you to clearly examine this scripture. The disciples of Jesus had been with Him for a while and He threw a question at them. The first time He asks, who do people say I am. We can see from their answers that people actually had a very distorted view of who Jesus was. He had healed them, raised their dead even fed them but still they were clueless. They did not know who he was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then he asks again, who do you say I am? Now, He wants to know who His disciples think He is and Simon Peter answers, You are the Christ, Son of the Living God. I am not really tripped by what Peter says but it is what Jesus says that made me go crazy. Jesus says flesh and blood (men) did not reveal this to you but My Father in Heaven.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now the question is Who do You say He is? I am not asking for your mother's opinion or for your pastor's opinion but who do you say Jesus is? Most of us wonder why things don't work for us. We go the whole nine yards, pay our tithes, holler the right Christian words, we pray, we fast, we speak in diverse tongues but our lives still seem static. Truth is, if you don't have a personal encounter with the Savior, if Jesus has not revealed himself to you personally, you cannot know Him. It is the simple truth. It is on this personal revelation that Jesus Christ will build His church... so the church Jesus is coming for is a church that has had a personal revelation with Him. That is why on that day, people will say, we did this or we did that in your name... and He will go... "I don't know you"... We need a personal revelation... because with that we get the keys to the Kingdom of Heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I know you want that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#nowreading- The Slumber of Christianity by Ted Dekker (Review coming soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S9lW2JV8jWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/sIzD-UHhEoI/s1600/Ted+Dekker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S9lW2JV8jWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/sIzD-UHhEoI/s320/Ted+Dekker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trotcha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-4991535997234743134?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4991535997234743134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=4991535997234743134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/4991535997234743134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/4991535997234743134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-do-you-say-i-am.html' title='Who do YOU say I am?'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S9lW2JV8jWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/sIzD-UHhEoI/s72-c/Ted+Dekker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-6980350375034650559</id><published>2010-04-19T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:00:50.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Lucado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facing Your Giants'/><title type='text'>Max Lucado: Take Goliath Down!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It feels so good to be here again giving you a daily dose of the Gospel. I got something for you today from Max Lucado. To most of you who don't know, Max is my mentor/Spiritual father and I love to share inspiring messages I get from him so here is an amazing message from him. Got it in my email today and I have decided to share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" height="10" src="http://maxlucado.com//img/spacer.gif" width="10" /&gt;  &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxlucado.com/email/img/04.16.10.goliath.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="12" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="63" src="http://www.maxlucado.com/email/img/04.16.10.goliath.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Max Lucado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goliaths still roam our world. Debt. Disaster. Dialysis. Danger.  Deceit. Disease. Depression. Super-size challenges still swagger and  strut, still pilfer sleep and embezzle peace and liposuction joy. But  they can’t dominate you. You know how to deal with them. You face giants  by facing God first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Focus on giants—you stumble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Focus on God—your giants tumble. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what David knew, and you do what David did. You pick up five  stones, and you make five decisions. Ever wonder why David took five  stones into battle? Why not two or twenty? Rereading his story reveals  five answers. Use your five fingers to remind you of the five stones you  need to face down your Goliath. Let your thumb remind you of … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. THE STONE OF THE PAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goliath jogged David’s memory. Elah was a déjà vu. While everyone else  quivered, David remembered. God had given him strength to wrestle a lion  and strong-arm a bear. Wouldn’t he do the same with the giant? A good  memory makes heroes. &lt;br /&gt;“Remember His marvelous works which He has done” (1 Chron. 16:12).  Catalog God’s successes. Keep a list of his world records. Has he not  walked you through high waters? Proven to be faithful? Have you not  known his provision? How many nights have you gone to bed hungry?  Mornings awakened in the cold? He has made roadkill out of your enemies.  Write today’s worries in sand. Chisel yesterday’s victories in stone.  Pick up the stone of the past. Then select … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. THE STONE OF PRAYER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the valley between your thumb and finger. To pass from one to the  next you must go through it. Let it remind you of David’s descent.  Before going high, David went low; before ascending to fight, David  descended to prepare. Don’t face your giant without first doing the  same. Dedicate time to prayer. Paul, the apostle, wrote, “Prayer is  essential in this ongoing warfare. Pray hard and long” (Eph. 6:18 MSG).&lt;br /&gt;Prayer spawned David’s successes. His Brook Besor wisdom grew out of  the moment he “strengthened himself in the Lord his God” (1 Sam. 30:6).  When Saul’s soldiers tried to capture him, David turned toward God: “You  have been my defense and refuge in the day of my trouble” (Ps. 59:16). &lt;br /&gt;Invite God’s help. Pick up the stone of prayer. And don’t neglect … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. THE STONE OF PRIORITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your tallest finger remind you of your highest priority: God’s  reputation. David jealously guarded it. No one was going to defame his  Lord. David fought so that “all the earth may know that there is a God  in Israel. Then all this assembly shall know that the Lord does not save  with sword and spear; for the battle is the Lord’s” (1 Sam. 17:46–47).&lt;br /&gt;David saw Goliath as a chance for God to show off! Did David know he  would exit the battle alive? No. But he was willing to give his life for  the reputation of God.&lt;br /&gt;What if you saw your giant in the same manner? Rather than begrudge  him, welcome him. Your cancer is God’s chance to flex his healing  muscles. Your sin is God’s opportunity to showcase grace. Your  struggling marriage can billboard God’s power. See your struggle as  God’s canvas. On it he will paint his multicolored supremacy. Announce  God’s name and then reach for … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. THE STONE OF PASSION&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;David ran, not away from, but toward his giant. On one side of the  battlefield, Saul and his cowardly army gulped. On the other, Goliath  and his skull-splitters scoffed. In the middle, the shepherd boy ran on  his spindly legs. Who bet on David? Who put money on the kid from  Bethlehem? Not the Philistines. Not the Hebrews. Not David’s siblings or  David’s king. But God did. &lt;br /&gt;And since God did, and since David knew God did, the skinny runt  became a blur of pumping knees and a swirling sling. He ran toward his  giant.&lt;br /&gt;Do the same! &lt;br /&gt;Let your ring finger remind you to take up the stone of passion. &lt;br /&gt;One more stone, and finger, remains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. THE STONE OF PERSISTENCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David didn’t think one rock would do. He knew Goliath had four behemoth  relatives. For all David knew, they’d come running over the hill to  defend their kin. David was ready to empty the chamber if that’s what it  took.&lt;br /&gt;Imitate him. Never give up. One prayer might not be enough. One  apology might not do it. One day or month of resolve might not suffice.  You may get knocked down a time or two … but don’t quit. Keep loading  the rocks. Keep swinging the sling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=17550851&amp;amp;msgid=439392&amp;amp;act=SDZT&amp;amp;c=129798&amp;amp;destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.maxlucado.net%2F_product_30305%2FFacing_Your_Giants" linkindex="13" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="Excerpted from" border="0" height="142" hspace="4" src="http://www.maxlucado.net/Images/ProductImages/B195H_S.jpg" vspace="4" width="94" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;David  took five stones. He made five decisions. Do likewise. Past. Prayer.  Priority. Passion. And persistence. &lt;br /&gt;Next time Goliath wakes you up, reach for a stone. Odds are, he’ll be  out of the room before you can load your sling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="style7"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=17550851&amp;amp;msgid=439392&amp;amp;act=SDZT&amp;amp;c=129798&amp;amp;destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.maxlucado.net%2F_product_30305%2FFacing_Your_Giants" linkindex="14" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Facing  Your Giants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 2005) Max Lucado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-6980350375034650559?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6980350375034650559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=6980350375034650559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/6980350375034650559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/6980350375034650559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/max-lucado-take-goliath-down.html' title='Max Lucado: Take Goliath Down!!!'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-7694098153307641466</id><published>2010-03-17T20:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:16:53.974+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Voice of the Martyrs'/><title type='text'>Urgent Prayer Needed</title><content type='html'>Got this today, thought I should share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; width: 680px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border-top: 5px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Be-A-Voice Network - The Voice of the Martyrs" src="http://www.be-a-voice.net/graphics/beavoice/emails/email_header.gif" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td style="background-color: #f8f8f8; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(229, 229, 229); border-top: 2px solid rgb(229, 229, 229); padding: 25px 0pt 5px 10px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #3b3b3b; font-size: 18px; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; width: 520px;"&gt;EXPELLED  LAOTIAN BELIEVERS URGENTLY NEED OUR PRAYERS&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: #f8f8f8; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(229, 229, 229); border-top: 2px solid rgb(229, 229, 229); color: #8c8c8c; font-style: italic; padding: 25px 10px 5px 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;March 17, 2010&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td colspan="2" style="color: #555555; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.6em; padding: 0pt 10px 5px;"&gt;       &lt;div style="color: #555555; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6em; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;Dear  Friends: &lt;img align="right" height="355" src="http://www.be-a-voice.net/graphics/beavoice/emails/42cdc91b73aee39567ade4cad74423dc.gif" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 15px 15px;" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #555555; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;Last month, the Be-A-Voice Network asked you to pray for a group  of Laotian Christians who were expelled from Katin village. When the  Christians refused to renounce their faith, local authorities forced  them to walk six kilometers outside the village, where they were  abandoned without food or shelter.&lt;br /&gt;VOM contacts now report that these  believers need our urgent prayer. On March 15, seven Katin believers  were summoned to the district office of Ta-Oyl district. The district  head of Ta-Oyl, Mr. Bounma, urged the seven believers to reconsider  their decision to follow the Christian faith. When the Christians again  refused to renounce their faith, the district head stated that although  the Lao constitution and law provide for freedom of religion in Laos, he  is not going to allow Christianity in his district. The district head  was adamant that if the Katin believers refuse to give up their  Christian faith, they will be forced to move to districts that tolerate  Christianity. The Katin believers later learned that the officials plan  to burn down their temporary shelters along with 11 temporary homes  under construction at the site where they were taken on Jan. 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please  pray for these believers as authorities continue to threaten their  lives and belongings. Pray for their safety and health; many are sick  and in need of medical treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-7694098153307641466?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7694098153307641466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=7694098153307641466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/7694098153307641466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/7694098153307641466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/urgent-prayer-needed.html' title='Urgent Prayer Needed'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-2336342104894637972</id><published>2010-03-13T14:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:40:41.051+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Eye of the Storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Lucado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Choice'/><title type='text'>The Choice by Max Lucado</title><content type='html'>This came in my email today from the amazing teacher of God's word, Max Lucado. Check it out and be blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S5uj2Vb0V2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/g7i7c7xXRqI/s1600-h/03.13.10.choice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S5uj2Vb0V2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/g7i7c7xXRqI/s320/03.13.10.choice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Choice&lt;br /&gt;by Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He placed one scoop of clay upon another until a form lay lifeless on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;All of the Garden’s inhabitants paused to witness the event. Hawks hovered. Giraffes stretched. Trees bowed. Butterflies paused on petals and watched.&lt;br /&gt;“You will love me, nature,” God said. “I made you that way. You will obey me, universe. For you were designed to do so. You will reflect my glory, skies, for that is how you were created. But this one will be like me. This one will be able to choose.”&lt;br /&gt;All were silent as the Creator reached into himself and removed something yet unseen. A seed. “It’s called ‘choice.’ The seed of choice.”&lt;br /&gt;Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form.&lt;br /&gt;An angel spoke, “But what if he … ”&lt;br /&gt;“What if he chooses not to love?” the Creator finished. “Come, I will show you.”&lt;br /&gt;Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the realm of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;“There, see the fruit of the seed of choice, both the sweet and the bitter.”&lt;br /&gt;The angel gasped at what he saw. Spontaneous love. Voluntary devotion. Chosen tenderness. Never had he seen anything like these. He felt the love of the Adams. He heard the joy of Eve and her daughters. He saw the food and the burdens shared. He absorbed the kindness and marveled at the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;“Heaven has never seen such beauty, my Lord. Truly, this is your greatest creation.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, but you’ve only seen the sweet. Now witness the bitter.”&lt;br /&gt;A stench enveloped the pair. The angel turned in horror and proclaimed, “What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;The Creator spoke only one word: “Selfishness.”&lt;br /&gt;The angel stood speechless as they passed through centuries of repugnance. Never had he seen such filth. Rotten hearts. Ruptured promises. Forgotten loyalties. Children of the creation wandering blindly in lonely labyrinths.&lt;br /&gt;“This is the result of choice?” the angel asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;“They will forget you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;“They will reject you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;“They will never come back?”&lt;br /&gt;“Some will. Most won’t.”&lt;br /&gt;“What will it take to make them listen?”&lt;br /&gt;The Creator walked on in time, further and further into the future, until he stood by a tree. A tree that would be fashioned into a cradle. Even then he could smell the hay that would surround him.&lt;br /&gt;With another step into the future, he paused before another tree. It stood alone, a stubborn ruler of a bald hill. The trunk was thick, and the wood was strong. Soon it would be cut. Soon it would be trimmed. Soon it would be mounted on the stony brow of another hill. And soon he would be hung on it.&lt;br /&gt;He felt the wood rub against a back he did not yet wear.&lt;br /&gt;“Will you go down there?” the angel asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I will.”&lt;br /&gt;“Is there no other way?”&lt;br /&gt;“There is not.”&lt;br /&gt;“Wouldn’t it be easier to not plant the seed? Wouldn’t it be easier to not give the choice?”&lt;br /&gt;“It would,” the Creator spoke slowly. “But to remove the choice is to remove the love.”&lt;br /&gt;He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Men clad in soldiers’ garb sat on the ground near the trio. They played games in the dirt and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Men clad in religion stood off to one side. They smiled. Arrogant, cocky. They had protected God, they thought, by killing this false one.&lt;br /&gt;Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill. Speechless. Faces tear streaked. Eyes downward. One put her arm around another and tried to lead her away. She wouldn’t leave. “I will stay,” she said softly. “I will stay.”&lt;br /&gt;All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity poised to protect. But the Creator gave no command.&lt;br /&gt;“It must be done … ,” he said, and withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;But as he stepped back in time, he heard the cry that he would someday scream: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Mark 15:34) He wrenched at tomorrow’s agony.&lt;br /&gt;The angel spoke again. “It would be less painful … ”&lt;br /&gt;The Creator interrupted softly. “But it wouldn’t be love.”&lt;br /&gt;They stepped into the Garden again. The Maker looked earnestly at the clay creation. A monsoon of love swelled up within him. He had died for the creation before he had made him. God’s form bent over the sculptured face and breathed. Dust stirred on the lips of the new one. The chest rose, cracking the red mud. The cheeks fleshened. A finger moved. And an eye opened.&lt;br /&gt;But more incredible than the moving of the flesh was the stirring of the spirit. Those who could see the unseen gasped.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was the wind who said it first. Perhaps what the star saw that moment is what has made it blink ever since. Maybe it was left to an angel to whisper it:&lt;br /&gt;“It looks like … it appears so much like … it is him!”&lt;br /&gt;The angel wasn’t speaking of the face, the features, or the body. He was looking inside—at the soul.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s eternal!” gasped another.&lt;br /&gt;Within the man, God had placed a divine seed. A seed of his self. The God of might had created earth’s mightiest. The Creator had created, not a creature, but another creator. And the One who had chosen to love had created one who could love in return.&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s our choice.&lt;br /&gt;From In the Eye of the Storm&lt;br /&gt;Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1997) Max Lucado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-2336342104894637972?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2336342104894637972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=2336342104894637972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/2336342104894637972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/2336342104894637972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/choice-by-max-lucado.html' title='The Choice by Max Lucado'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S5uj2Vb0V2I/AAAAAAAAAqg/g7i7c7xXRqI/s72-c/03.13.10.choice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-2209317463860922815</id><published>2010-02-09T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:39:49.945+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lenny LeBlanc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Higher Calling'/><title type='text'>His Presence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God's presence is simply the best place to be in. To think that Adam and Eve had the opportunity to enjoy this even if it was for a short period of time, makes me envy them so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the lyrics to this song. It is called No Higher calling and it is written by Lenny LeBlanc... it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Down at Your feet, oh Lord, is the most high place&lt;br /&gt;In Your presence, Lord, we seek Your face&lt;br /&gt;We seek Your face&lt;br /&gt;There is no higher calling, no greater honor, than to bow&lt;br /&gt;And kneel before Your throne&lt;br /&gt;I’m amazed at Your glory, embraced by Your mercy, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I live to worship You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to just meditate on the lyrics of the song and think of how wonderful it will be to live in the House of God, beholding His beauty... Just think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will feel the way I do now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trotcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-2209317463860922815?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2209317463860922815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=2209317463860922815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/2209317463860922815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/2209317463860922815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/his-presence.html' title='His Presence...'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-1859948773954301576</id><published>2010-02-07T16:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:08:31.878+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Came Near'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Lucado'/><title type='text'>GOD CAME NEAR 002: QUESTIONS FOR MARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S27XRXJjIpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/s3XWAsIxFrs/s1600-h/God+Came+Near.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S27XRXJjIpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/s3XWAsIxFrs/s320/God+Came+Near.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In his Book, God Came Near, Max Lucado listed 25 questions he would love to ask the woman who bore our Saviour and took care of Him while He was on earth. All the questions were things that have been on my mind or questions I will also love to hear Mary or Jesus Himself answer. Below are some of the questions I really liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did He respond when He saw other kids giggling during the service at the synagogue?&lt;/b&gt; This is something I will like to know. Sometimes we tend to do unnecessary things during service but are we supposed to act unruly? I mean it is God’s house, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever feel awkward teaching Him how He created the world?&lt;/b&gt; I can just imagine. I just hope Mary had listened in History class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever see Him with a distant look on His face as if He were listening to someone you couldn’t hear?&lt;/b&gt; I really want to know the answer to this one. Were there times when he was just conversing with the Father on His own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did the thought ever occur to you that the God to whom you were praying was asleep under your own roof?&lt;/b&gt; I mean He could have been sleeping in her arms and she will pray for grace to take care of Him or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever try to count the stars with Him... and succeed? &lt;/b&gt;Considering the fact that he put all the stars in their exact locations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did He ever come home with a black eye?&lt;/b&gt; I hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever scold Him?&lt;/b&gt; Can you imagine Mary scolding her savoir? I cannot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think He thought when He saw a prostitute offering to the highest bidder the body He had made?&lt;/b&gt; That will not be a nice sight. To see someone offering up his sanctuary for... I do not even want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever accidentally call Him Father?&lt;/b&gt; I am very sure when she does, people will look at her as if she is crazy. They will not know the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever think, That’s God eating my soup? &lt;/b&gt;I know it is funny but think about it. That will be so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking at these questions, I am sure you see the point Max Lucado was trying to make with this book. Most times, we have seen Jesus through religious coloured glasses and have forgotten that the Man who we so struggle to be like, was once a man...like you and me. Mr Lucado makes a point when he said, “in becoming man, God made it possible for man to see God”. When the prophecies said His name would be called Emmanuel, it did not mean it like it in passing. They were not saying a religious jargon but it was saying the truth, God was with man... in flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want you to take time out and look over your life. What is that thing that you are scared to talk to God about? The pain you feel can you just lay at His feet. We are so lucky because we do not have a God who has no clue what it feels to be human. No. We have a High Priest, Jesus who understands our weaknesses. How does he understand it? It is so easy; he faced all of the same tests and trials we do. So what are you waiting for? Let us go boldly towards the throne of grace and obtain mercy and we will find grace to help us when we need it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have not read God Came Near, go get your copy. Let us take this journey together and see how the Word became flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-1859948773954301576?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1859948773954301576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=1859948773954301576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/1859948773954301576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/1859948773954301576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-came-near-002-questions-for-mary.html' title='GOD CAME NEAR 002: QUESTIONS FOR MARY'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S27XRXJjIpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/s3XWAsIxFrs/s72-c/God+Came+Near.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-2457372896759677287</id><published>2010-02-06T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:14:40.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Lucado'/><title type='text'>The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Max Lucado is an amazing teacher of God's word and this an amazing piece that inspired me. I hope it inspires you too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" height="10" src="http://maxlucado.com//img/spacer.gif" width="10" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Kitchen:&lt;em&gt; God's Abundant Table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;by Max Lucado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Give us this day our daily bread…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your first step into the house of God was not to the kitchen but to  the living room, where you were reminded of your adoption. “Our &lt;em&gt;Father&lt;/em&gt;  who is in heaven.” You then studied the foundation of the house, where  you pondered his permanence. “Our Father &lt;em&gt;who is&lt;/em&gt; in heaven.”  Next you entered the observatory and marveled at his handiwork: “Our  Father who is in &lt;em&gt;heaven&lt;/em&gt;.” In the chapel, you worshiped his  holiness: “Hallowed be thy name.” In the throne room, you touched the  lowered scepter and prayed the greatest prayer, “Thy kingdom come.” In  the study, you submitted your desires to his and prayed, “Thy will be  done.” And all of heaven was silent as you placed your prayer in the  furnace, saying, “on earth as it is in heaven.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Proper prayer follows such a path, revealing God to us before  revealing our needs to God. (You might reread that one.) The purpose of  prayer is not to change God, but to change us, and by the time we reach  God’s kitchen, we are changed people. Wasn’t our heart warmed when we  called him Father? Weren’t our fears stilled when we contemplated his  constancy? Weren’t we amazed as we stared at the heavens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing his holiness caused us to confess our sin. Inviting his  kingdom to come reminded us to stop building our own. Asking God for his  will to be done placed our will in second place to his. And realizing  that heaven pauses when we pray left us breathless in his presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the time we step into the kitchen, we’re renewed people! We’ve  been comforted by our father, conformed by his nature, consumed by our  creator, convicted by his character, constrained by his power,  commissioned by our teacher, and compelled by his attention to our  prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The prayer’s next three petitions encompass all of the concerns of  our life. “This daily bread” addresses the present. “Forgive our sins”  addresses the past. “Lead us not into temptation” speaks to the future.  (The wonder of God’s wisdom: how he can reduce all our needs to three  simple statements.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First he addresses our need for bread. The term means all of a  person’s physical needs. Martin Luther defined bread as “Everything  necessary for the preservation of this life, including food, a healthy  body, house, home, wife and children.” This verse urges us to talk to  God about the necessities of life. He may also give us the luxuries of  life, but he certainly will grant the necessities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="style7"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=17550851&amp;amp;msgid=425151&amp;amp;act=SDZT&amp;amp;c=129798&amp;amp;destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.maxlucado.net%2F_product_30305%2FThe_Great_House_of_God" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="Excerpted from" border="0" height="142" hspace="4" src="http://www.maxlucado.net/Images/ProductImages/B127P_S.jpg" vspace="4" width="94" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Any fear that God wouldn’t meet our  needs was left in the observatory. Would he give the stars their glitter  and not give us our food? Of course not. He has committed to care for  us. We aren’t wrestling crumbs out of a reluctant hand, but rather  confessing the bounty of a generous hand. The essence of the prayer is  really an affirmation of the Father’s care. Our provision is his  priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style7" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=17550851&amp;amp;msgid=425151&amp;amp;act=SDZT&amp;amp;c=129798&amp;amp;destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.maxlucado.net%2F_product_30305%2FThe_Great_House_of_God" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;The  Great House of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1997) Max Lucado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style7" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style7" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style7" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for reading and I hope you were blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-2457372896759677287?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2457372896759677287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=2457372896759677287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/2457372896759677287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/2457372896759677287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/02/kitchen.html' title='The Kitchen'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-6986479930518054632</id><published>2010-01-27T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:02:19.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sho Baraka'/><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there is anything I love about Sho Baraka, it is the way he writes songs that are on point. This particular song "100" is talking about how as Christians we should not give our 99.5% to the cause rather we should give it 100. What he says in the song is true because I really want to get to that point where I am leaving solely for Jesus Christ. I don't wanna be a lukewarm Christian.. i want to give God my ALL. Here are the lyrics to the song and I hope it blesses you the same way as it blessed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S2B_Zj26DXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8JN1YxyMDn4/s1600-h/sho+baraka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S2B_Zj26DXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8JN1YxyMDn4/s320/sho+baraka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;What I look like caring if the world don't feel us/ I serve a God who died harder than Bruce Willis/ man's born sick and he just gets ill'er/ in our optimistic prime he could transform a killer/ he could transform a dealer, ask Json/ we were all born sinners ask my mom/ my nature's no better than Judas and that's the truth/ without the spirit I'm a arrogant adulterous dude/ so I keep accountability until I get old/ Tedashii said, "Bring the heat cuz the world's so cold"/ I gotta live 100 so my feet don't slip/ I gotta live like Jacob more holy less hip/ by his grace Sho Baraka gone spit the real/ been doing that Reach life before I got the deal/ called to make mini-me's til the day that I die/ so on my tombstone say, "he didn't die he multiple"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep it (100)&lt;br /&gt;My men keep it (100)&lt;br /&gt;My ladies keep it (100)&lt;br /&gt;We gotta keep it (100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Back in the year of the 2 triple 0/ this random thug tried to strong arm the Sho/ me and my boys on the corner just sharing our faith / this cat staring at us like he got something to say/ he began to size us up acting tough talking loud/ I tried to ignore him but this fool attracted a crowd/ I expected some resistance but this aint what I wanted/ I had 99 problems this made 100/ he looked me in the face and said if you love that Christ/ you'll have no problem with me sending you to see him tonight/ I'm thinking option number one is we can turn the other cheek/ number 2 is we can stomp his loud mouth in the street/ but that's what they want to see us fail when they test us/ talk a good game but then crack under pressure/ so I prayed to GOD, if I have to take this L/ I hope out of this you would get your glory as well/ so this cat stared at us for a second or two/ jumped at us and smirked like I'm playing with you/ we have to represent the Lord even though they were stuntin/ no matter what they do we gotta keep it 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;They move their lips but their words mean nothing/ they think God got their back but them boys just frontin/ they talk loud but we can drown out the sickest boys/ we like Chicago, willing to make the ill'er noise/ they want toys, fame, wealth and health/ everything good without being good themselves/ they want things but its Jesus they better get/ cuz hell's their life sentence like a subject and a predicate/ sometimes I see the wicked and I lust for their things/ but then I see the Lord and I trust in the King/ hung on the cross for hours while still in his prime/ we don't call him heir for nothing he showing us hang time/ he is holy, he is perfect, he is God/ God is like three in one, its so odd/ because of all this your boy gotta keep running/ 99 wont do it gotta keep it 100/&lt;br /&gt;Hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Source: http://www.thascript.com/?lid=967&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-6986479930518054632?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6986479930518054632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=6986479930518054632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/6986479930518054632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/6986479930518054632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N9bwuZPno-8/S2B_Zj26DXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8JN1YxyMDn4/s72-c/sho+baraka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-8755352411809511425</id><published>2010-01-26T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:57:41.865+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Came Near'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Lucado'/><title type='text'>God Came Near...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is the book I am reading now and it is by Max Lucado. The book is pretty amazing and it is closely related to what the theme of this blog is about. After the fall of man, God decided to restore the relationship He wanted with man so He came near us in the form of His son... Aint that amazing? To actually realize that God loves us so much he was willing to come close to us so that He can know what it is like to be Human, so that he can feel our pain... I love this God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I will be discussing the book on here.. so guys feel free to keep track commet.. let us discuss the book together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God bless you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A question to ask... God came down from Heaven in the form of His son, to save us from death and the people then mocked Him and did not recognize the essence for His coming. How is history repeating itself right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-8755352411809511425?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8755352411809511425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=8755352411809511425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/8755352411809511425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/8755352411809511425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/god-came-near.html' title='God Came Near...'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-4709577586957830276</id><published>2010-01-18T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:49:06.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace is Enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eph 2:8&amp;nbsp; For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: [it is] the gift of God (KJV)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amazing scripture right there. This scripture clearly describes the extent to which God loves us. We got salvation on a silver platter, I mean we did not have to do anything to earn it. God just decided that he loves us too much and we deserve to be restored to an amazing relationship with Him. The Message Bible says &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saving is all his idea, and all his work. All we do is trust him enough to let him do it. It's God's gift from start to finish! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We never have anything to do with grace. God gives it to us because He love us. No wonder people say that grace is unmerited favor.After what happened at the garden of Eden, we do not deserve to be shown love but He keeps on showering us with His mercies that are new every morning. Is that not amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2nd Corinthians 12:9 says ...My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now God is telling us here that these mercies and gifts he gives us freely is OK and we do not need anything extra. All he needs us to do is have complete trust in Him and when we do that he fixes everything. I think the one step we need to take to have an amazing relationship with God is to completely trust and believe that His grace is enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My grace is enough; it's all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-4709577586957830276?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4709577586957830276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=4709577586957830276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/4709577586957830276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/4709577586957830276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/grace-is-enough.html' title='Grace is Enough...'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-5862137043078596999</id><published>2010-01-15T14:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:53:37.920+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWJD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kirk Franklin'/><title type='text'>The Last Jesus</title><content type='html'>If there is anything I love about this song is that it clearly describes the attitiude of we Christians. The WWJD question ahs become irreleveant all of a sudden and we do not actually care for people. We are concerned with our lives and we do not care for others in the Church and in our community... It is very sad and we need a reorientation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you, I need you, but I don't know your name&lt;br /&gt;I touch you, say I love you, but that's all you get for today&lt;br /&gt;It's easy, so easy, to tell you it's gon be okay&lt;br /&gt;When I don't walk shoes, haven't been through what you been through&lt;br /&gt;Instead I push you away&lt;br /&gt;Sunday everyone looks like you&lt;br /&gt;But if our lives are cold inside tell me what's the use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say I love Jesus, but you can't see my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;My words are empty, if they can't see Jesus in me&lt;br /&gt;No more excuses, I give myself away&lt;br /&gt;Because I may be the only Jesus they see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy, forgive me, I've got problems of my own&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to say your help is on the way&lt;br /&gt;But I was your help all along&lt;br /&gt;We're shouting, we're dancing, but can the world see a change&lt;br /&gt;Am I just too selfish to see, the love they need You put inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we say we love Jesus, but they can't see our Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's the use if they can't see Jesus in you and me&lt;br /&gt;No more excuses, we give it all away&lt;br /&gt;Because we may be the only Jesus they see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am Your hands and Your feet, and if Your church is built inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Where did we go wrong, we been here too long, we can't see Your face anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on us Jesus, please forgive us Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I lost my purpose, if they can't see You in me&lt;br /&gt;See I lied too long, and I change it all today&lt;br /&gt;Because I may be, because I may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only Jesus they see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let start by praying for those in Haiti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-5862137043078596999?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5862137043078596999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=5862137043078596999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/5862137043078596999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/5862137043078596999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-jesus.html' title='The Last Jesus'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-213621517242846633</id><published>2010-01-12T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:59:20.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to where it all started... The Eden Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book of Genesis narrates the creation story. What I love best about the creation story is that it is the point when God decided to make man in His own image and likeness. What an awesome privilege it is for us to be made in the image of the only living God. The thing is that when man fell from grace we lost a whole lot of privileges and then he had to live by the old covenant and blah blah and Jesus had to come and die.... etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In other words, the aim of this blog is for us Christians to go back and search for the way we can get back to the original plan God had for man. A man of God once said that the Garden of Eden was the place where divinity met with humanity and I think I agree with him. it was more than just a garden, it was a place of communion with God. Together, you and I are going to explore different topics and ask various questions on how we can spend each day of our lives in communion with God. The psalmist said "Better is one day in your courts that an 1000 elsewhere". I want you to join me as we seek the face of God as frequently as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome to The Eden Project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-213621517242846633?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/213621517242846633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=213621517242846633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/213621517242846633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/213621517242846633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-back-to-where-it-all-started-eden.html' title='Going back to where it all started... The Eden Project'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6573306436853273991.post-8451464817942708462</id><published>2010-01-11T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:56:10.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing "The Eden Project"</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new blog called The Eden Project. The aim of this blog is to go abck to the original plan God had formankind. the blog is gonna rock so stay locked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6573306436853273991-8451464817942708462?l=dedenproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8451464817942708462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6573306436853273991&amp;postID=8451464817942708462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/8451464817942708462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6573306436853273991/posts/default/8451464817942708462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedenproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/introducing-eden-project.html' title='Introducing &quot;The Eden Project&quot;'/><author><name>Harry Itie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nu1Gvkpiyvs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABCM/yQ2C_ly1EP8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
