<?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-16684747</id><updated>2012-02-10T14:19:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of the Living God</title><subtitle type='html'>A testimony of God's power in my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8269460243068552214</id><published>2012-02-10T14:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:19:39.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jotham, King of Judah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;who did not enter the temple like his father, and grew powerful as he walked &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;steadfastly&lt;/span&gt; in the ways of the Lord his God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8269460243068552214?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8269460243068552214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8269460243068552214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/02/jotham-king-of-judah.html' title='Jotham, King of Judah'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-1553683496560022802</id><published>2012-02-08T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:17:48.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 : believing in the times we are in now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Peter speaks to the crowd who looks in great wonder after a lame man is healed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Acts 3:24&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-27021" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Indeed, beginning with Samuel, all the prophets who have spoken have foretold these days.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the new testament times, the coming of Jesus was foretold over such a long period of time, multiple times over multiple generations by multiple distinguished prophets of those times. Regardless, vast numbers of people still remained skeptics and rejects of that news. Here we are in the end days, where once again distinguished prophetic leaders of our times proclaim the coming return of our King of the greatness of the latter rain of the coming judgement of watchfulness and steadfastness, multiple times upon multiple times. And mankind repeats itself again, producing skeptics and rejects of this news. Producing people who still think the end is a long ways away, where there is still time and thinking perhaps there is still safety in &amp;nbsp;today's ignorance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-1553683496560022802?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1553683496560022802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1553683496560022802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-13-believing-in-times-we-are-in-now.html' title='Day 13 : believing in the times we are in now'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7553374886758813735</id><published>2012-02-08T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:03:52.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acts 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-27036" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized that they were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;unschooled, ordinary men&lt;/span&gt;, they were astonished and they took note that these men had been with Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is so amazing that Gods people are exactly people like you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7553374886758813735?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7553374886758813735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7553374886758813735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/02/acts-4.html' title='Acts 4'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-1564026711907292692</id><published>2012-02-07T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:05:32.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: fire &amp; quail from the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I had long wondered what was this miracle food that the people of Israel ate while in the desert. Here I find a very good description at last.&amp;nbsp;Numbers 11:7&amp;nbsp;The manna was like coriander seed and looked like resin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-4033" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The people went around gathering it, and then ground it in a hand mill or crushed it in a mortar. They cooked it in a pot or made it into loaves. And it tasted like something made with olive oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I also knew apart from water God also gave them meat to eat, but I did not know the price for the meat that came about was borne of Gods anger and costed lives. Hence it was never a eat all you can grand buffet experience in the exotic desert location like I always remembered from Sunday school long ago, but rather as always, a testing of obedience to God as always. Numbers 11:31&amp;nbsp;Now a wind went out from the LORD and drove quail in from the sea. It scattered them up to two cubits&amp;nbsp;deep all around the camp, as far as a day’s walk in any direction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-4057" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;All that day and night and all the next day the people went out and gathered quail. No one gathered less than ten homers.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then they spread them out all around the camp.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-4058" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;But while the meat was still between their teeth and before it could be consumed, the anger of the LORD burned against the people, and he struck them with a severe plague.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-4059" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Therefore the place was named Kibroth Hattaavah,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because there they buried &lt;u&gt;the people who had craved other food.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-1564026711907292692?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1564026711907292692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1564026711907292692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-14-food-fire-from-lord.html' title='Day 14: fire &amp; quail from the Lord'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-1199324780909339594</id><published>2012-02-07T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T07:57:47.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 15 : 1st choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;While I am still young, I can fall and injure myeslf, I can have the capability to walk myself to the chiropractors office, I can have the capability of earning money to pay for chiropractic visits. When I am old, who knows if I can still do so then. So shall I then, in my old age because of lack of possibilities, then turn to my second option of the Lord for healing? No I shall turn to Him now for all healing. He is my first choice. And if He chooses not heal me? Where will I find strength for my body then? The joy of the Lord is my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In 24 hours, I am healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-1199324780909339594?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1199324780909339594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1199324780909339594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-15-1st-choice.html' title='day 15 : 1st choice'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2480358858604890052</id><published>2012-02-01T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:57:22.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 : righteousness is credited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Not by our righteousness but by Jesus who is our Righteousness. We are decendents of Abraham, known as father of faith, as we are numerous as the stars in the skies. Genesis 15:6 Abram believed, and is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;credited&lt;/span&gt; with righteousness. The prophetic action which would later merit us who believe, with Righteousness from the action of the cross, whence we are unmerited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God does not wish to barter righteousness with us, God wants to credit us with His Righteousness. God is not out on a hunt to destroy those who disobey him, God is out on a hunt to gather back those who will remain faithful to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2480358858604890052?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2480358858604890052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2480358858604890052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-16-righteousness-is-credited.html' title='Day 16 : righteousness is credited'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4911885148650469574</id><published>2012-02-01T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:27:43.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua 6</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever seen fortress walls and citadels collapse to rubble by the hand of God? Joshua 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4911885148650469574?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4911885148650469574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4911885148650469574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/02/joshua-6.html' title='Joshua 6'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-789103365979239132</id><published>2012-01-30T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:04:30.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 : the gift of interpretation of tongues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The time has come to stop all infantile doings of milk and move on to solid food of Hebrews 5:13. To stop sitting at the back of the church and blending in with the masses of chairs and shadows. To stop resisting the call of the Holy Spirit and raise hands in joy and raise up Jesus high as a lamp unto the world. To jump over in to the unknown and know that when the time comes there will be no worry what to speak for the Spirit will speak on our behalf. To know that this is a God who can do anything, to come to know Him as the one who can do anything, whos name is El Shaddai a name like no other and a name above all others. To move on in to the prophetic and rise to the standard of God's calling, to rise to the standard of being worthy and being enabled and being yielding for the Gifts of the Spirit. To exercise spiritual muscles daily to run the race. A little at a time, over time, growing steadily to the full stature of Christ, having the full measure of His blessings. How can I go on praising in the gift of the Tongues of the Spirit, if I would only stop and open my mouth, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;and in faith, though I know not what I will speak but that very Spirit will speak on my behalf and I will interpret the very utterance of the Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;This morning, the Book of Obadiah is the smallest book in the Bible, but the message of Obadiah is the double thread that consistently runs through out all the messages in all the books of the entire Bible. Just like t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;he smallest looking of Spiritual Gifts hold the biggest link to the most sought after Gift. The smallest looking gift of interpretation of tongues is the bridge to the most desirable gift of prophecy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-789103365979239132?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/789103365979239132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/789103365979239132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-17-gift-of-interpretation-of.html' title='Day 17 : the gift of interpretation of tongues'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-419940166229553196</id><published>2012-01-28T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T08:43:05.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel 3 : when the Lord manifests, even the dead will recognize Him as God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-21823" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now when you hear the sound of the horn, flute, zither, lyre, harp, pipe and all kinds of music, if you are ready to fall down and worship the image I made, very good. But if you do not worship it, you will be thrown immediately into a blazing furnace. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Then what god will be able to rescue you from my hand?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-21833" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;He said, “Look! I see four men walking around in the fire, unbound and unharmed, and the fourth looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a son of the gods.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-21834" style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nebuchadnezzar then approached the opening of the blazing furnace and shouted, “Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;servants of the Most High God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;, come out! Come here!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-21837" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Therefore I decree that the people of any nation or language who say anything against the God of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego be cut into pieces and their houses be turned into piles of rubble, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;for no other god can save in this way&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/16684747-419940166229553196?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/419940166229553196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/419940166229553196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/daniel-3-when-lord-manifests-even-dead.html' title='Daniel 3 : when the Lord manifests, even the dead will recognize Him as God'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7786031768766956843</id><published>2012-01-26T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:20:03.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>James 3: Taming the Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 class="passage-header"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30321" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30322" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We all stumble in many ways. Anyone who is never at fault in what they say is perfect, able to keep their whole body in check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30323" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30324" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30325" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30326" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30327" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30328" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30329" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30330" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30331" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring?&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30332" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 class="passage-header"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Two Kinds of Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30333" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who is wise and understanding among you? &lt;u&gt;Let them show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30334" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But if you harbor bitter envy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast about it or deny the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30335" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Such “wisdom” does not come down from heaven but is earthly, unspiritual, demonic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30336" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For where you have envy and selfish ambition, there you find disorder and every evil practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30337" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30338" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7786031768766956843?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7786031768766956843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7786031768766956843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/james-3-taming-tongue.html' title='James 3: Taming the Tongue'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7978001046334418030</id><published>2012-01-25T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:48:44.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18 : first thing of the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now I know why to put God first every morning I awake, even before my breakfast makes it way out of the fridge and even before anything makes its way in to my mouth and even before I begin to serve myself. So as I put God first, will that prepare me to be able for God to put His revelations and word as the first thing to me at the start of my day, and so as I put God first will He honor me first with His plan for the day. Nothing is more sure footed than having the directions long before you set out for the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7978001046334418030?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7978001046334418030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7978001046334418030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-thing-in-morning.html' title='Day 18 : first thing of the morning'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-1873675887826886474</id><published>2012-01-24T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:18:20.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 : what to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I was going to visit a person who was unwell, before I awoke that morning the word of the Lord came to me, matthew 20 do not worry about what to say for when the time comes it is not you who speak but the Holy Spirit who will speak through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I will rejoice not because evil spirits obey me but rather that my name is written in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Can anyone imagine that there is a God who watches over us, watching carefully from the time we fall asleep to the very hour minute second just before we awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-1873675887826886474?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1873675887826886474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1873675887826886474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-19-what-to-say.html' title='Day 19 : what to say'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4563556625947921973</id><published>2012-01-22T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T10:29:08.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Vine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;John 15:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Undergoing the knife, whether being cut of or being pruned. It is definitely better to be pruned. But the knife will be used. Whatever I wish will be done, when I remains in God and His Word remains in me. The word of Mark I will claim. 16&amp;nbsp;And these signs&amp;nbsp;will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons;&amp;nbsp;they will speak in new tongues;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24892" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;they will pick up snakes&amp;nbsp;with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands on&amp;nbsp;sick people, and they will get well.” Through this I will show myself to be God's disciple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4563556625947921973?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4563556625947921973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4563556625947921973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-vine.html' title='The True Vine'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2938029075061075259</id><published>2012-01-18T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:10:46.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 : to be constant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now I know what David was doing in the first two verses of Psalms 145.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;David dwelled in the Lord, and was determined in his decision to dwell in the Lord constantly, for the period of eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And John 15 those who dwell in Him and are pruned, do not just bear more fruit but much fruit. And whatever we wish shall be done for us, and others will know we are disciples of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2938029075061075259?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2938029075061075259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2938029075061075259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-20-to-be-constant.html' title='Day 20 : to be constant'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-6570022375432948705</id><published>2012-01-16T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:13:06.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21: Countless lambs cannot be counted up with a single Lamb of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Leviticus 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;This was the contrasting reading to my opening prayer this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;This morning I joyously proclaimed loudly to the Lord that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He has no reason not to hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He has no reason not to be able to hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;He has no reason to not want to hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;because I can come right up to the throne of the Lord righteously for Jesus is my Righteousness, who sits at the right hand of the Father and intercedes on my behalf. There is my Lamb of God! My Righteousness! That I am not praying to a block of wood or the wall or talking to myself, but the Living God who hears my every word and sets my path for the eternal kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;So after proclaiming loudly that God will hear everything I have to say then I asked what shall I read this morning, and God said read whatever you want in the Bible and I will bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: black; font-family: Times; margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Leviticus 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-6570022375432948705?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6570022375432948705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6570022375432948705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/countless-lambs-cannot-be-counted-up.html' title='Day 21: Countless lambs cannot be counted up with a single Lamb of God'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2209961477428453322</id><published>2012-01-16T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:11:09.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret in Psalms 145 1-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16322" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will exalt you, my God the King;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will praise your name for ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16323" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every day I will praise you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and extol your name for ever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am convinced there is something in these 2 verses which show about David of why he is called a man after God's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2209961477428453322?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2209961477428453322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2209961477428453322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-in-psalms-145-1-2.html' title='The secret in Psalms 145 1-2'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-6589992063738286913</id><published>2012-01-13T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T05:28:00.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musicians 1Chro 25</title><content type='html'>David assembles a very organized team of worship leaders, worship music team and prayer ministry team. It's structure resembles quite the modern day church of our time, but his team was numbered at 288 strong. Can anybody imagine a worship team and prayer team with the combined number of 288 people. How big their congregation must be. David serves the Lord with all his heart, and so the Lord gave David a large flock to shepherd over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-6589992063738286913?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6589992063738286913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6589992063738286913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/musicians-1chro-25.html' title='The Musicians 1Chro 25'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8796118053762790620</id><published>2012-01-11T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:11:34.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 &amp; 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;...had been to me the equivalent of what the desert was to the people of Israel, what the belly of the big fish was to Jonah. I had been muttering like the Israelites in the desert, drinking out of the bitter water and peering at things through a veil, sleeping contented in a storm, watching by idly as calamities drew near to people frightened and unable to comprehend their fate. I had been running away from being planted in a place I did not want to be planted in, performing duties responsibilities and services that I frowned, belittled, disdained and down right refused. Two years ago God said to me 'watch me grow this church'. Now, I am ready to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I had always been worried if I should even be writing down half of what I wrote on here. Today the sermon message from my pastor was to keep a prophetic journal, so that when these things come to pass I may know that it is not by might, power or strength but by God alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8796118053762790620?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8796118053762790620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8796118053762790620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/2009-2010.html' title='2009 &amp; 2010'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-639250776097148977</id><published>2012-01-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:29:03.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere around 5 years ago</title><content type='html'>A person, whom later became somebody who would be spiritually accountable for me, gave me a prophetic word that out from the area of my tummy would flow blessings. And I would be able to stop it or let it flow. I never knew much what that would mean, but as I have been hearing Hebrew 5:14 from God over and over and over for quite sometime now (I don't know how He can possibly have so much patience for repetition), am starting to begin to feel how the Holy Spirit moves. And it hence comes to pass that yes the Holy Spirit does flow from the area around my tummy, trickling at first then pouring out with such force sometimes or flowing consistently like a wide river with the waters ebbing at my arms as my arms are pressed back and lifted high. I hold up my arms in worship not because I can, but because He lifts me up. And marvelous things happen as many people know, when the Spirit is honored glorified lifted high and flowing freely. The Holy Spirit has always been the perfect gentleman, never one to rush never one to push shove and always waiting patiently. The Spirit also moves me to do things that were a man to follow, one must willingly look the fool for God. And the fool I will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-639250776097148977?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/639250776097148977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/639250776097148977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/somewhere-around-5-years-ago.html' title='Somewhere around 5 years ago'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2720851108514787383</id><published>2012-01-11T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:44:52.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22 : Judges3</title><content type='html'>Interestingly here notes 4 nations famous for oppressing Israel, actually left un-destroyed deliberately by the Lord to test the Israelites who had not experienced any of the wars in Canaan. In the spirit, a picture was painted for me of Elgon king of Moab, which was quite ill humouredly similar to some present day people in positions of power. God repeatedly, through out history through out centuries, deliberately leave out some 'philistines,cannanites, sidoians and hivites' to test His people who had not yet experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2720851108514787383?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2720851108514787383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2720851108514787383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-22-judges3.html' title='Day 22 : Judges3'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4348053655325782764</id><published>2012-01-11T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:48:47.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew 9</title><content type='html'>A dead girl, a&amp;nbsp;sick woman, blind men, a&amp;nbsp;mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. So Jesus sends his apostles out. They are being sent out as sheep amongst wolves, therefore they must be shrewd as snakes, innocent as doves. All men will hate them because of Jesus. They will be persecuted, but when the time comes for them to speak, the Spirit will be speaking on their behalf. And now with the helper, He sends us out with Matthew 10:1 the authority to drive out evil spirits and to heal every disease and sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4348053655325782764?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4348053655325782764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4348053655325782764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/matthew-9.html' title='Matthew 9'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2343965021589128202</id><published>2012-01-09T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:04:08.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23: Ten Commandments Exo 20:12</title><content type='html'>I pondered if there had been any area that could have been better in my parent's raising of me. On this earth, most parents hope only that they have done their best in raising their children and setting them on the right path. But in the eyes of God, the success of parenthood, is not measured by what we have come to know so far on earth, but by Gods yardstick of how grown the child stands in the full stature of Christ. And I look again and I realized, apart from so many things that happened, my parents have raised me in perfection, because I am here able to stand tall in the measure of Christ. Therefore, my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;father and my mother are worthy of honor: and my days will be long in the land which the LORD my God gives me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2343965021589128202?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2343965021589128202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2343965021589128202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-23-ten-commandments-exo-2012.html' title='Day 23: Ten Commandments Exo 20:12'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4560442963642709312</id><published>2012-01-07T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:05:14.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement Inescapable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ezekiel 14:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20744" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The word of the LORD came to me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20745" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Son of man, if a country sins against me by being unfaithful and I stretch out my hand against it to cut off its food supply and send famine upon it and kill its people and their animals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20746" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;even if these three men—Noah, Daniel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and Job—were in it, they could save only themselves by their righteousness, declares the Sovereign LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20747" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Or if I send wild beasts through that country and they leave it childless and it becomes desolate so that no one can pass through it because of the beasts,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20748" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;as surely as I live, declares the Sovereign LORD, even if these three men were in it, they could not save their own sons or daughters. They alone would be saved, but the land would be desolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20749" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Or if I bring a sword against that country and say, ‘Let the sword pass throughout the land,’ and I kill its people and their animals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20750" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;as surely as I live, declares the Sovereign LORD, even if these three men were in it, they could not save their own sons or daughters. They alone would be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20751" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Or if I send a plague into that land and pour out my wrath on it through bloodshed, killing its people and their animals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20752" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;as surely as I live, declares the Sovereign LORD, even if Noah, Daniel and Job were in it, they could save neither son nor daughter. They would save only themselves by their righteousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20753" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“For this is what the Sovereign LORD says: How much worse will it be when I send against Jerusalem my four dreadful judgments—sword and famine and wild beasts and plague—to kill its men and their animals!&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20754" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yet there will be some survivors—sons and daughters who will be brought out of it. They will come to you, and when you see their conduct and their actions, you will be consoled regarding the disaster I have brought on Jerusalem—every disaster I have brought on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20755" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You will be consoled when you see their conduct and their actions, for you will know that I have done nothing in it without cause, declares the Sovereign LORD.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is understood that the span of this life is incomparable to the span of the next life, which is eternity. How incomparable is it? Today God shows me how incomparable it is, that nothing is of importance when compared to the life in the eternal kingdom. No sudden debilitating accidents, no ill-chanced misfortunes, no life long set backs, not even bad things that happen to good people. &amp;nbsp;With the eternal kingdom in view as the destination, how can anything that happen along the way be much more than trivial. How can the chosen people, a royal priesthood, befuddle with a small speck when the picture finally pieces together for an eternal kingdom. God will set the way, not clear the way. We follow the way and will over come obstacles throughout, not by crawling over them, but with the Lion of Judah going before them. And so, in the end, we will be consoled as we will know that God does nothing without cause.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4560442963642709312?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4560442963642709312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4560442963642709312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/judgement-inescapable.html' title='Judgement Inescapable'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-469957174290669982</id><published>2012-01-05T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:18:49.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer : How to and What to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Stand in awe of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-469957174290669982?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/469957174290669982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/469957174290669982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/prayer-how-to-and-what-to-do.html' title='Prayer : How to and What to do'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8655881975103305942</id><published>2012-01-04T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:17:28.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24 : proverbs30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today a proverb I have. An acknowledgement from God that He knows I am to and am pursuing wisdom, asking in a fashion as of Solomon. An acknowledgement that I am pursuing wisdom and strength through the Word of God. Proverbs30, a proverb addressed to the person looking to seek to strengthen oneself through the Word of the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Proverbs 30:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The sayings of Agur son of Jakeh—an inspired utterance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This man’s utterance to Ithiel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8655881975103305942?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8655881975103305942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8655881975103305942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-24-proverbs30.html' title='Day 24 : proverbs30'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2622152302969721359</id><published>2011-12-28T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:55:10.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25 : Genesis 1</title><content type='html'>Today the page of Genesis 1 which are often stuck to the index page which is often stuck to the entire preface chapters come unstuck. God took his time to create, leisurely over 6 days and on the sixth day He did not just say it was good, but that it was VERY good. If it was on Earth as it is in Heaven, I cant wait for former glory to be restored. He is the God who created light even before the sun got created. The very sun that we know today as producing our source of light that we call sunlight, the logic of God reversed it as only a creator can. Today we only know the sun as the producer of light, but God created light before He created the sun. Are we ready to know God as the One who can do anything. Here is the God who breathed in to us. We who only can expel carbon dioxide when we exhale, received life from the breath of God. If it is not understood that Jesus is (the way the truth and) the life, nowhere could this be more self explanatory than Genesis 2:7. God and the Holy Spirit was there and they both decided to create man in their image. Here is the Alpha, and soon we shall see as the Omega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2622152302969721359?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2622152302969721359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2622152302969721359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-25-genesis-1.html' title='Day 25 : Genesis 1'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8042870068136454595</id><published>2011-12-22T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:47:58.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leviticus, Zechariah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Zechariah 13:8&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23068" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the whole land,” declares the LORD,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“two-thirds will be struck down and perish;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;yet one-third will be left in it' indicates a percentage of people that will be struck down as 2 out of every 3 people. A ratio of 2:1 that I found so unbelievably high that some 8 years ago I questioned God again and again day after day if that number was accurate or simply an estimate perhaps a figure of speech in the Bible. I found it hard to imagine that two thirds of man kind will perish. One night after my repeated pondering then, I awoke in the middle of the night from a dream which left my heart very heavy. In that dream, it was dull darkish red like the color one would see if you would look in to a barbeque area where the hot coals were. In that area as a sea of people. I realized then that the Lord was serious that many will perish in the last days, though He wishes to save all. And He still does, as He plants a heart for His people in all His servants across the world. God's heart does ache for man's actions from B.C to A.D to today. The night before the Iraq war was declared, I dreamt of a multitude of soldiering people lined up and they were so numerous that they reached the front metal gates of my balcony. They were numerous, ominous, and I felt troubled when I awoke though I had not yet known what it meant. Then, I remembered distinctly as I read the newspapers that morning, that headline which my dreams preceded. The heart of the Lord turmoils over man's actions, so much stirring that it could even be felt in the hearts of people living 12 hours across the other side of world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This morning, Leviticus 21 was not an easy read as I tend to enjoy more the other writings such as Psalms, Songs of Songs and other 'nicer reads'. Titled as 'rules for priests', I am reminded our standing as a royal priesthood, and then I also somehow remembered the Lord impressed on me a long time ago in Matthew 5:48 that how God is, we are to be just like how He is. I even highlighted it, and of course totally forgot even where it is... till now. God has a way of reminding, don't worry that nothing escapes Him. Have I ever seen a single reasoning repeated so many times in a chapter like it is being pressed in to my brains. Leviticus is it. The Lord is Holy, He makes us Holy, and He is God. Therefore, be Holy as He is Holy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8042870068136454595?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8042870068136454595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8042870068136454595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/leviticus-zechariah.html' title='Leviticus, Zechariah.'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8326956137248049007</id><published>2011-12-21T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:40:01.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26 : Deborah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Deborah, another woman of God whos name is written in the Bible, and how the Lord hands victory to another woman of God, Jael. It is very eye opening to see how the Lord unfolds His strategy to include men and women both young and old, to execute His plans which are neither slow to manifest nor insignificant in results and rewards, in the biblical times of past and in the time of now, our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Judges 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Again the Israelites did evil in the eyes of the LORD, now that Ehud was dead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6602" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the LORD sold them into the hands of Jabin king of Canaan, who reigned in Hazor. Sisera, the commander of his army, was based in Harosheth Haggoyim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6603" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because he had nine hundred chariots fitted with iron and had cruelly oppressed the Israelites for twenty years, they cried to the LORD for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6604" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now Deborah, a prophet, the wife of Lappidoth, was leading&amp;nbsp;Israel at that time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6605" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;She held court under the Palm of Deborah between Ramah and Bethel in the hill country of Ephraim, and the Israelites went up to her to have their disputes decided.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6606" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;She sent for Barak son of Abinoam from Kedesh in Naphtali and said to him, “The LORD, the God of Israel, commands you: ‘Go, take with you ten thousand men of Naphtali and Zebulun and lead them up to Mount Tabor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6607" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will lead Sisera, the commander of Jabin’s army, with his chariots and his troops to the Kishon River and give him into your hands.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6608" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Barak said to her, “If you go with me, I will go; but if you don’t go with me, I won’t go.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6609" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Certainly I will go with you,” said Deborah. “But because of the course you are taking, the honor will not be yours, for the LORD will deliver Sisera into the hands of a woman.” So Deborah went with Barak to Kedesh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6610" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;There Barak summoned Zebulun and Naphtali, and ten thousand men went up under his command. Deborah also went up with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6611" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now Heber the Kenite had left the other Kenites, the descendants of Hobab, Moses’ brother-in-law,&amp;nbsp;and pitched his tent by the great tree in Zaanannim near Kedesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6612" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When they told Sisera that Barak son of Abinoam had gone up to Mount Tabor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6613" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sisera summoned from Harosheth Haggoyim to the Kishon River all his men and his nine hundred chariots fitted with iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6614" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Deborah said to Barak, “Go! This is the day the LORD has given Sisera into your hands. Has not the LORD gone ahead of you?” So Barak went down Mount Tabor, with ten thousand men following him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6615" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;At Barak’s advance, the LORD routed Sisera and all his chariots and army by the sword, and Sisera got down from his chariot and fled on foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6616" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Barak pursued the chariots and army as far as Harosheth Haggoyim, and all Sisera’s troops fell by the sword; not a man was left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6617" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sisera, meanwhile, fled on foot to the tent of Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite, because there was an alliance between Jabin king of Hazor and the family of Heber the Kenite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6618" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jael went out to meet Sisera and said to him, “Come, my lord, come right in. Don’t be afraid.” So he entered her tent, and she covered him with a blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6619" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“I’m thirsty,” he said. “Please give me some water.” She opened a skin of milk, gave him a drink, and covered him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6620" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Stand in the doorway of the tent,” he told her. “If someone comes by and asks you, ‘Is anyone in there?’ say ‘No.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6621" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But Jael, Heber’s wife, picked up a tent peg and a hammer and went quietly to him while he lay fast asleep, exhausted. She drove the peg through his temple into the ground, and he died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6622" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just then Barak came by in pursuit of Sisera, and Jael went out to meet him. “Come,” she said, “I will show you the man you’re looking for.” So he went in with her, and there lay Sisera with the tent peg through his temple—dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6623" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;On that day God subdued Jabin king of Canaan before the Israelites.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-6624" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the hand of the Israelites pressed harder and harder against Jabin king of Canaan until they destroyed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8326956137248049007?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8326956137248049007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8326956137248049007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-26-deborah.html' title='Day 26 : Deborah'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8794676651716546944</id><published>2011-12-19T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:26:06.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27 : Psalms 77:11-12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;After Pslams 42:5 where my lips will yet praise the health of my countenance when my soul is downcast and falters, today even if my soul falters I have found a way for my lips as well as my mind to find strength in the Lord. For my mind will&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Remember the deeds of the LORD; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;I will consider all your works&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The deeds of the Lord where even the Pharaoh's first born was not spared, the miracle where the Red Sea parted for the Israelites but closed behind them. How is it anyway that the Pharaoh's men were foolish enough to think the God of &amp;nbsp;the people they were pursuing to kill, would accidentally keep the sea parted long enough for them to be killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/16684747-8794676651716546944?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8794676651716546944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8794676651716546944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-27-psalms-7712-14.html' title='Day 27 : Psalms 77:11-12'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-3669811016982506859</id><published>2011-12-18T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:32:54.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezekiel 45</title><content type='html'>Here is the verse of that day for me. Ezekiel 45. Perhaps it is true then that my purpose and destiny in Christ was seeded in me from the moment I was formed in the womb, and however dead I may look through out my life, the Lord sees me in his eyes as alive and to be held to his destiny created for me. In church this Sunday, a person was baptized. I knew the Lord is illustrating to me in steps the lessons He carves in my heart and the Word that He burns in to my soul. The way the Power of the Living God moves is so indescribably awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-3669811016982506859?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/3669811016982506859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/3669811016982506859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/ezekiel-45.html' title='Ezekiel 45'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8138166607970581830</id><published>2011-12-15T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:25:51.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Heaven</title><content type='html'>About 5 years ago, the Holy Spirit moved like a flood at a meeting and hit me first. I did not fall, but I did stand up and my legs were moving such that my entire body wanted to jump up and down. My eyes were closed but I saw for a while I was looking straight ahead, just in front of my face were gates made out of metal as like gold rising high up, and beyond the gates were a multitude of people with their hands raised jumping as I was. The atmosphere was something like the greatest concert I would imagine would look like. The brightness of the place was such that the people further in front were lost in a sea of light and I could not see through the brightness of the light, which was warm in color. I knew I was seeing heaven and I knew they were worshipping the King. Such euphoria, praise, joy, excitement. I can say that is the most incredible crowd of movement I have ever seen. No crowd till then, and since then, I had ever been in felt like that. I did not get through the gates though as they remained shut, but I did enjoy myself greatly outside jumping with the crowd who were inside. That was about 5 years ago, and all along I thought I knew what I saw that day. My pride in my knowledge about God just simply assumed that I had seen heaven. Now, some 5 years later, I am starting to only know better. From Ezekiel's measurements of the temple of God, and after listening to a recording of Pastor Brian Bailey's sermon (of which I attended in person 2 years ago but somehow failed to remember anything), what I saw could not have been just plain old heaven. It was not 1st heaven the outer courts, it was not 2nd heaven the inner courts. Where else do the angles gather around to praise, where the cherubim gather around to praise, where the saints proclaim the greatness and glory of God, day and night ceaselessly. This morning, I had to know what exactly was that I saw. I asked the Lord, what is that which I saw. He replied which one. Not that God could not read my mind, and so I understood that I had to get over my pride of knowing everything about heaven and ask where is that gate which i saw. And he replied instantly third heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/16684747-8138166607970581830?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8138166607970581830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8138166607970581830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/3rd-heaven.html' title='3rd Heaven'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4150349607066573039</id><published>2011-12-15T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:45:29.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand Year Reign : It's ok if I miss out on it right?</title><content type='html'>After all, heaven is already more than sufficient for any christian, and after the thousand year reign there will be eternity in heaven which is more than anybody can imagine. So on top of all these great happenings, there is a thousand year reign as well, which not every one will partake of? I used to think heaven is more than enough for me, and concering the thousand year reign I would not be the least unsatisfied if I was not one of the dead raised up to celebrate then. Suddenly the answer came quite plainly to me. The thousand year reign is the beginning of the greatest of celebration. Who endeavors to miss the beginning of a good movie? the beginning of a good gathering? the beginning of an exciting situation? to be late for the gathering of closest of friends? to arrive in the middle of a 10 course lavish meal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4150349607066573039?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4150349607066573039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4150349607066573039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/thousand-year-reign-its-ok-if-i-miss.html' title='Thousand Year Reign : It&apos;s ok if I miss out on it right?'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2107647154701418130</id><published>2011-12-14T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:54:57.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28 : The beginnings of a Davidic era</title><content type='html'>1Samuel 17:20&lt;br /&gt;David's slingshot killed Goliath like a modern day gun to the head at point blank distance. Before facing Goliath, David already understood the nature of the game. He proclaims twice boldly of the Lord as the Living God. Here marks the beginning of the only man in biblical history to be claimed by God as a man after God's heart. David, just a boy, already knew the power of the living God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2107647154701418130?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2107647154701418130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2107647154701418130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-28-beginnings-of-david.html' title='Day 28 : The beginnings of a Davidic era'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-6362559672614274173</id><published>2011-12-13T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:22:03.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dead Girl And A Sick Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Luke 8:40 Today, I realized even Jesus did not escape being ridiculed at and being out of place. How it must have felt to have to drag the entire funeral procession out of the house, on the reasoning that the girl, thought dead, is just sleeping and just as the people laughed at him before, they connect him with the devil aftert . Today I am reminded the anointing of the Lord only needs a person who, in absolute faith, reaches out and believes that the hem of Jesus' clothing alone such a small strip of material, can impart something so great even a disease of 12 years can be cured in an instant. Today I see how my God is omniscient and omnipotent constantly, as I pray in praises He inhibits them Psalms 22:3 and as I pray in praises they are as Rev 5:8 golden bowls of incense at the Throne of God. He is here with me, yet also there to receive me. Who can boast of such a god. Nobody but the Living God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-6362559672614274173?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6362559672614274173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6362559672614274173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/dead-girl-and-sick-woman.html' title='A Dead Girl And A Sick Woman'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2376900024686970439</id><published>2011-12-12T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:13:03.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29 : raising Him up with praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;knowing that the anointing is for everyday people, people like you and me, who may     make&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mistakes when first received with the anointing. Yet people like you and me, whom the Lord loves enough, that it would be ok to stumble and make mistakes. We make a fool of ourselves infront of men, but Kingdom come, we will ourselves be less the fool. Men, Women, Young, Old. Our anointing only goes as far as our willingness to use it, not just for the christians the rich the happy the healthy the contented the blessed but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Isaiah 61:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18845" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,&amp;nbsp;because the LORD has anointed me&amp;nbsp;to proclaim good news to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;poor&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;He has sent me to bind up the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;brokenhearted&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;to proclaim freedom for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;captives&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and release from darkness for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;prisoners&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;Maybe I will stand throughout the entire worship, maybe my hands will flail about violently, my feet will wobble about and I might fidget uncontrollably. But I will learn to close my eyes and follow the Spirit and not the looking eyes of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I was privileged enough to be in the right time at the right place to attend a worship service  lead by Don Moen. It was more than 5 years ago but the blessings from that night's service   continue to manifest. At my un-usual seating in my usual restaurant where I un-happily got seated, a scene from the Lord unfolded before me only a seat away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A tired and worn old man sat alone for his meal and wept openly as he poured out his sorrow for a dying companion to the ear of another stranger. Had it been the seat next to me, this would never have happened. There is no hope for people who are not in Christ, but Christ paid the high price for all men so we may be free. This is what the annointing of the Living God is for, the poor broken captive imprisoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A conviction that finally made me understand why I cannot flounder like Hebrews 5:13 but must move on for Hebrew 5:14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="chords"&gt;  &lt;span class="c"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span class="c"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, we enthrone You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chords"&gt;        &lt;span class="c"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span class="c"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proclaim that You are King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chords"&gt;  &lt;span class="c"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;span class="c"&gt;Bm7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here, in the midst of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chords"&gt;    &lt;span class="c"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;span class="c"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lift You up with our praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chords"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chords"&gt;&lt;span class="c"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="c"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span class="c"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="c"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we worship build Your throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chords"&gt;&lt;span class="c"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="c"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span class="c"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="c"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we worship build Your throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chords"&gt;&lt;span class="c"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="c"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span class="c"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="c"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we worship build Your throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="chords"&gt;           &lt;span class="c"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span class="c"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="c"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Lord Jesus and take Your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="song" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-width: 35em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2376900024686970439?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2376900024686970439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2376900024686970439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-29-raising-him-up-with-praise.html' title='Day 29 : raising Him up with praise'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-3175151988825008823</id><published>2011-12-10T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T09:05:15.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers, Hunters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jeremiah a prophet of the old testaments gives a prophecy then about the events to unfold during his time.&amp;nbsp;Jeremiah who's prophecy was also prophetic of our times, the end times, says of our days the time where the Lord will send, first farmers, then hunters. People who will tend to an area, sow the seeds, and plant the light. Then people who will venture forth to seek, scout, people equipped with weapons and skills for dealing with the Prince of this World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jeremiah 16:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But now I will send for many fishermen,” declares the LORD, “and they will catch them. After that I will send for many hunters, and they will hunt them down on every mountain and hill and from the crevices of the rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How can we, if called to be farmers, tend to our land wisely with the best arable techniques? How can we, if called to be hunters, know where to venture forth for the hunt? Just like Solomon, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him” (James 1:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;I must remember that my calling is not that which I think I am best in, or that which I am least afraid of, or that which I feel most comfortable in,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/16684747-3175151988825008823?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/3175151988825008823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/3175151988825008823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/farmers-hunters.html' title='Farmers, Hunters'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7508358542910465215</id><published>2011-12-08T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:12:47.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Esther: an ordinary woman fulfilling her extraordinary calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esther 4:14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esther 4:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Go, gather together all the Jews who are in Susa, and fast for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my attendants will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;And if I perish, I perish.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;From unremarkable beginnings by standard of men, Esther fulfilled her calling using her position for such a time as that. Not only giving the people of God an opportunity to subdue their enemies but to win without even starting. All other nationalities were already afraid of them, for they feared the &lt;b&gt;Power of the Living God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esther 9:1-2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-12836" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the thirteenth day of the twelfth month, the month of Adar, the edict commanded by the king was to be carried out. On this day the enemies of the Jews had hoped to overpower them, but now the tables were turned and the Jews got the upper hand over those who hated them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-12837" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Jews assembled in their cities in all the provinces of King Xerxes to attack those de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;termined to destroy them. No one could stand against them, because the people of all the other nationalities were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esther 8:17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-12835" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;In every province and in every city to which the edict of the king came, there was joy and gladness among the Jews, with feasting and celebrating. And many people of other nationalities became Jews because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; of the Jews had seized them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esther 6:12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-12806" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Afterward Mordecai returned to the king’s gate. But Haman rushed home, with his head covered in grief,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-12807" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;and told Zeresh his wife and all his friends everything that had happened to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;His advisers and his wife Zeresh said to him, “Since Mordecai, before whom your downfall has started, is of Jewish origin, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;you cannot stand against him—you will surely come to ruin!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7508358542910465215?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7508358542910465215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7508358542910465215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/book-of-esther-ordinary-woman.html' title='The Book of Esther: an ordinary woman fulfilling her extraordinary calling'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-1103984483868439192</id><published>2011-12-06T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T05:15:59.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30 : King Solomon Asks For Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;2 Chronicles 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11196" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solomon son of David established himself firmly over his kingdom, for the LORD his God was with him and made him exceedingly great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11197" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Solomon spoke to all Israel—to the commanders of thousands and commanders of hundreds, to the judges and to all the leaders in Israel, the heads of families—&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11198" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Solomon and the whole assembly went to the high place at Gibeon, for God’s tent of meeting was there, which Moses the LORD’s servant had made in the wilderness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11199" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now David had brought up the ark of God from Kiriath Jearim to the place he had prepared for it, because he had pitched a tent for it in Jerusalem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11200" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the bronze altar that Bezalel son of Uri, the son of Hur, had made was in Gibeon in front of the tabernacle of the LORD; so Solomon and the assembly inquired of him there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11201" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solomon went up to the bronze altar before the LORD in the tent of meeting and offered a thousand burnt offerings on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11202" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;That night God appeared to Solomon and said to him, “Ask for whatever you want me to give you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11203" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solomon answered God, “You have shown great kindness to David my father and have made me king in his place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11204" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now, LORD God, let your promise to my father David be confirmed, for you have made me king over a people who are as numerous as the dust of the earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11205" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Give me wisdom and knowledge, that I may lead this people, for who is able to govern this great people of yours?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11206" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;God said to Solomon, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Since this is your heart’s desire &lt;/span&gt;and you have not asked for wealth, possessions or honor, nor for the death of your enemies, and since you have not asked for a long life but for wisdom and knowledge to govern my people over whom I have made you king,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11207" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;therefore wisdom and knowledge will be given you. And I will also give you wealth, possessions and honor, such as no king who was before you ever had and none after you will have.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11208" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Solomon went to Jerusalem from the high place at Gibeon, from before the tent of meeting. And he reigned over Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11209" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solomon accumulated chariots and horses; he had fourteen hundred chariots and twelve thousand horses,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which he kept in the chariot cities and also with him in Jerusalem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11210" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The king made silver and gold as common in Jerusalem as stones, and cedar as plentiful as sycamore-fig trees in the foothills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11211" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solomon’s horses were imported from Egypt and from Kue—the royal merchants purchased them from Kue at the current price.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-11212" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;They imported a chariot from Egypt for six hundred shekels&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of silver, and a horse for a hundred and fifty.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They also exported them to all the kings of the Hittites and of the Arameans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Once again, I am led to read of how Solomon came about to be the wisest man to have ever lived and ruled. King Solomons lips spoke truthfully what his heart desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Most often, we do not speak truthfully. And if ever asked by God for whatever we can have, I am sure wealth riches and power comes to mind but we would not have mouthed that out, rather perhaps giving an answer that we know would instead be pleasing. How then can we truthfully ask for the right things like Solomon, when we are not people after God's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-1103984483868439192?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1103984483868439192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1103984483868439192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-30-king-solomon-asks-for-wisdom.html' title='Day 30 : King Solomon Asks For Wisdom'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4680269039538832216</id><published>2011-12-05T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:21:44.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 31 : poor warfare strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1Kings 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The king of Israel does not heed the prophet's warning and gets fatally wounded in battle from a random arrow, while under disguise and with another dressed like him for distraction. As if not fairing poorly enough, he was propped up in his own chariot at the backline to watch the losing battle unfold, and eventually bled to death by evening. Upon which, everyone did scatter home and they washed up at a filthy pool of water...for the people who only love to hear sweet things for their lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here is the scene from the most vital place in the universe, the throne room...I am sure this 'spirit who came forth' is still at work today, bringing down prophets who yielded to their own pride who chose to serve man than to use their gift for the Lord. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-9500" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;And he said, Hear thou therefore the word of the LORD: I saw the LORD sitting on his throne, and all the host of heaven standing by him on his right hand and on his left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-9501" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;And the LORD said, Who shall persuade Ahab, that he may go up and fall at Ramothgilead? And one said on this manner, and another said on that manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-9502" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;And there came forth a spirit, and stood before the LORD, and said, I will persuade him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-9503" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;And the LORD said unto him, Wherewith? And he said, I will go forth, and I will be a lying spirit in the mouth of all his prophets. And he said, Thou shalt persuade him, and prevail also: go forth, and do so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-9504" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;Now therefore, behold, the LORD hath put a lying spirit in the mouth of all these thy prophets, and the LORD hath spoken evil concerning thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4680269039538832216?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4680269039538832216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4680269039538832216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-31-poor-warfare-strategy.html' title='Day 31 : poor warfare strategy'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8772053829623544135</id><published>2011-12-02T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T05:26:03.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 32 : King Solomon Asks For Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;1 Kings 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8818" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solomon made an alliance with Pharaoh king of Egypt and married his daughter. He brought her to the City of David until he finished building his palace and the temple of the LORD, and the wall around Jerusalem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8819" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The people, however, were still sacrificing at the high places, because a temple had not yet been built for the Name of the LORD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8820" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solomon showed his love for the LORD by walking according to the instructions given him by his father David, except that he offered sacrifices and burned incense on the high places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8821" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The king went to Gibeon to offer sacrifices, for that was the most important high place, and Solomon offered a thousand burnt offerings on that altar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8822" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;At Gibeon the LORD appeared to Solomon during the night in a dream, and God said, “Ask for whatever you want me to give you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8823" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Solomon answered, “You have shown great kindness to your servant, my father David, because he was faithful to you and righteous and upright in heart. You have continued this great kindness to him and have given him a son to sit on his throne this very day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8824" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Now, LORD my God, you have made your servant king in place of my father David. But I am only a little child and do not know how to carry out my duties.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8825" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your servant is here among the people you have chosen, a great people, too numerous to count or number.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8826" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;So give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish between right and wrong. For who is able to govern this great people of yours?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8827" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lord was pleased that Solomon had asked for this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8828" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;So God said to him, “Since you have asked for this and not for long life or wealth for yourself, nor have asked for the death of your enemies but for discernment in administering justice,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8829" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will do what you have asked. I will give you a wise and discerning heart, so that there will never have been anyone like you, nor will there ever be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8830" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Moreover, I will give you what you have not asked for—both wealth and honor—so that in your lifetime you will have no equal among kings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8831" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And if you walk in obedience to me and keep my decrees and commands as David your father did, I will give you a long life.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8832" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Solomon awoke—and he realized it had been a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He returned to Jerusalem, stood before the ark of the Lord’s covenant and sacrificed burnt offerings and fellowship offerings. Then he gave a feast for all his court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A discerning heart for the role of servanthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I pray that all things in God's will, will come to pass for me. That the Holy Spirit will move quickly within me, that the sword will pierce my heart, that my veiled intentions will be convicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/16684747-8772053829623544135?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8772053829623544135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8772053829623544135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-32-king-solomon-asks-for-wisdom.html' title='Day 32 : King Solomon Asks For Wisdom'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2375625043801312666</id><published>2011-12-01T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:34:56.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 32 : Justice &amp; Mercy, Not Fasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22964" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the fourth year of King Darius, the word of the LORD came to Zechariah on the fourth day of the ninth month, the month of Kislev.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22965" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The people of Bethel had sent Sharezer and Regem-Melek, together with their men, to entreat the LORD&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22966" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;by asking the priests of the house of the LORD Almighty and the prophets, “Should I mourn and fast in the fifth month, as I have done for so many years?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22967" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then the word of the LORD Almighty came to me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22968" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Ask all the people of the land and the priests, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;‘When you fasted and mourned in the fifth and seventh months for the past seventy years, was it really for me that you fasted?&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22969" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And when you were eating and drinking, were you not just feasting for yourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22970" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Are these not the words the LORD proclaimed through the earlier prophets when Jerusalem and its surrounding towns were at rest and prosperous, and the Negev and the western foothills were settled?’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22971" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the word of the LORD came again to Zechariah:&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22972" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“This is what the LORD Almighty said: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;‘Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22973" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the foreigner or the poor. Do not plot evil against each other.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22974" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“But they refused to pay attention; stubbornly they turned their backs and covered their ears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22975" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;They made their hearts as hard as flint and would not listen to the law or to the words that the LORD Almighty had sent by his Spirit through the earlier prophets. So the LORD Almighty was very angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22976" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“‘When I called, they did not listen; so when they called, I would not listen,’ says the LORD Almighty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22977" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;‘I scattered them with a whirlwind among all the nations, where they were strangers. The land they left behind them was so desolate that no one traveled through it. This is how they made the pleasant land desolate.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Such is the heart of man that would deceive it's very self, such is the nature of the Holy Spirit, revelatory and convicting, for in prayer John 14:16 the Spirit of truth reveals to me. Without Him, I &amp;nbsp;know nothing, can do nothing and am nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2375625043801312666?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2375625043801312666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2375625043801312666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-32-justice-mercy-not-fasting.html' title='Day 32 : Justice &amp; Mercy, Not Fasting'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8979454491306274372</id><published>2011-11-30T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:16:40.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 33 : So it is with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1Cor 14:12&amp;nbsp;Since you are eager for gifts of the Spirit, try to excel in those that build up the church.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Gift Of Discernment is not an intellectual gift, but a spiritual gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hebrews 5:11-14&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Warning Against Falling Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30042" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have much to say about this, but it is hard to make it clear to you because you no longer try to understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30043" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid food!&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30044" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30045" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But solid food is for the mature, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;who by constant use h&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ave trained&lt;/span&gt; themselves&lt;/span&gt; to distinguish good from evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have I reverted back to being a babe in Christ? Running like Jonah from the call of God? Rebelling like the prodigal son? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 class="passage-header"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Luke 20:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;Paying Taxes to Caesar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25800" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Keeping a close watch on him, they sent spies, who pretended to be sincere. They hoped to catch Jesus in something he said, so that they might hand him over to the power and authority of the governor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25801" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the spies questioned him: “Teacher, we know that you speak and teach what is right, and that you do not show partiality but teach the way of God in accordance with the truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25802" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is it right for us to pay taxes to Caesar or not?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25803" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;He saw through their duplicity&lt;/span&gt; and said to them,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25804" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Show me a denarius. Whose image and inscription are on it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“Caesar’s,” they replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25805" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;He said to them,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“Then give back to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25806" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;They were unable to trap him in what he had said there in public. And astonished by his answer, they became silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8979454491306274372?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8979454491306274372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8979454491306274372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-33-so-it-is-with-you.html' title='Day 33 : So it is with you'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-1454920576622211656</id><published>2011-11-29T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:13:34.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 34 : Why I can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;because&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Psalms 125:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16112" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Those who trust in the LORD are like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Mount Zion&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;which cannot be shaken but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;endures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;endures -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; the emergence through trails and tribulations UNSCATHED Luke21:18 but not a hair on your head shall perish, even though Luke21:17 all men will hate you because of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;forever -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; the span of time which no man can perceive or even begin to understand, until the thousand year reign comes to pass and eternity begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-1454920576622211656?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1454920576622211656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/1454920576622211656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-34-why-i-can.html' title='Day 34 : Why I can'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-359380178093984688</id><published>2011-11-28T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:56:44.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 35 : Before The 10 commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Exodus 20:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2053" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And God spoke all these words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2054" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I am the LORD your God&lt;/span&gt;, who brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2055" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You shall have no other gods before&amp;nbsp;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2056" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You shall not make for yourself an image in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2057" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2058" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2059" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You shall not misuse the name of the LORD your God, for the LORD will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2060" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2061" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Six days you shall labor and do all your work,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2062" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;but the seventh day is a sabbath to the LORD your God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your male or female servant, nor your animals, nor any foreigner residing in your towns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2063" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;For in six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but he rested on the seventh day. Therefore the LORD blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2064" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2065" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You shall not murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2066" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You shall not commit adultery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2067" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You shall not steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2068" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2069" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male or female servant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2070" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When the people saw the thunder and lightning and heard the trumpet and saw the mountain in smoke, they trembled with fear. They stayed at a distance&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2071" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;and said to Moses, “Speak to us yourself and we will listen. But do not have God speak to us or we will die.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2072" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Moses said to the people, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Do not be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. God has come to test you, so that the fear of God will be with you to keep you from sinning.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-2073" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The people remained at a distance, while Moses approached the thick darkness where God was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today, might I be one who would be unafraid, who would approach thick darkness wherefore there God is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-359380178093984688?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/359380178093984688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/359380178093984688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-35-before-10-commandments.html' title='Day 35 : Before The 10 commandments'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-5327249204689734862</id><published>2011-11-28T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:59:32.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 36 : Fear Of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Genesis 3:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-73" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;To Adam he said, “Because you listened to your wife and ate fruit from the tree about which I commanded you, ‘You must not eat from it,’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“Cursed is the ground because of you;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;through painful toil you will eat food from it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;all the days of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-74" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;It will produce thorns and thistles for you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and you will eat the plants of the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-75" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;By the sweat of your brow&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you will eat your food&lt;br /&gt;until you return to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;since from it you were taken;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;for dust you are&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and to dust you will return.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fear not man, that we all know. But least we forget, whom then shall we fear? The one whom after death is able to cast one's soul to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/16684747-5327249204689734862?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/5327249204689734862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/5327249204689734862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-36-fear-of-god.html' title='Day 36 : Fear Of God'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7014502657169933294</id><published>2011-11-28T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:58:05.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 37 : False Tithing</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;2 Samuel 24:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8711" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8711" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;On that day Gad went to David and said to him, “Go up and build an altar to the LORD on the threshing floor of Araunah the Jebusite.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8712" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;So David went up, as the LORD had commanded through Gad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8713" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When Araunah looked and saw the king and his officials coming toward him, he went out and bowed down before the king with his face to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8714" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Araunah said, “Why has my lord the king come to his servant?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“To buy your threshing floor,” David answered, “so I can build an altar to the LORD, that the plague on the people may be stopped.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8715" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Araunah said to David, “Let my lord the king take whatever he wishes and offer it up. Here are oxen for the burnt offering, and here are threshing sledges and ox yokes for the wood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8716" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your Majesty, Araunah&amp;nbsp;gives all this to the king.” Araunah also said to him, “May the LORD your God accept you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8717" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the king replied to Araunah, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;No, I insist on paying you for it. I will not sacrifice to the LORD my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So David bought the threshing floor and the oxen and paid fifty shekels&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of silver for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8718" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;David built an altar to the LORD there and sacrificed burnt offerings and fellowship offerings. Then the LORD answered his prayer in behalf of the land, and the plague on Israel was stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God's eye is on everything, even the hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7014502657169933294?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7014502657169933294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7014502657169933294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-37-false-tithing.html' title='Day 37 : False Tithing'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-965580838461667556</id><published>2011-11-28T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:01:22.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 36 : Davidic Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="reftext" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 2px; text-align: justify; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2 Samuel 23:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="reftext" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 2px; text-align: justify; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="reftext" style="line-height: 14px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 2px; text-align: justify; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;b style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/2_samuel/23-16.htm" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;So the three mighty men broke through the camp of the Philistines, and drew water from the well of Bethlehem which was by the gate, and took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;and brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;. Nevertheless he would not drink it, but poured it out to the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="reftext" style="line-height: 14px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 2px; text-align: justify; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/2_samuel/23-17.htm" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;and he said, “Be it far from me, O L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;, that I should do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shall I drink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;the blood of the men who went in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jeopardy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;of their lives?” Therefore he would not drink it.&lt;/span&gt; These things the three mighty men did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;Men of today have something to learn, of Davidic Wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-965580838461667556?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/965580838461667556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/965580838461667556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-37-2samuel-2316-davidic-wisdom.html' title='Day 36 : Davidic Wisdom'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-626259079404835272</id><published>2011-11-23T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:43:45.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 38: Its Good To Be Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jeremiah 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18948" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The words of Jeremiah son of Hilkiah, one of the priests at Anathoth in the territory of Benjamin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18949" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The word of the LORD came to him in the thirteenth year of the reign of Josiah son of Amon king of Judah,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18950" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;and through the reign of Jehoiakim son of Josiah king of Judah, down to the fifth month of the eleventh year of Zedekiah son of Josiah king of Judah, when the people of Jerusalem went into exile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18951" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The word of the LORD came to me, saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18952" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Before I formed you in the womb I knew&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-18952a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+1&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-18952a" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;before you were born I set you apart;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18953" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Alas, Sovereign LORD,” I said, “I do not know how to speak; I am too young.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18954" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the LORD said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am too young.’ You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18955" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you,” declares the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18956" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then the LORD reached out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me, “I have put my words in your mouth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18957" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;See, today I appoint you over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18958" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The word of the LORD came to me: “What do you see, Jeremiah?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“I see the branch of an almond tree,” I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18959" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The LORD said to me, “You have seen correctly, for I am watching&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-18959b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+1&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-18959b" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see that my word is fulfilled.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18960" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The word of the LORD came to me again: “What do you see?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“I see a pot that is boiling,” I answered. “It is tilting toward us from the north.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18961" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The LORD said to me, “From the north disaster will be poured out on all who live in the land.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18962" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am about to summon all the peoples of the northern kingdoms,” declares the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“Their kings will come and set up their thrones&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in the entrance of the gates of Jerusalem;&lt;br /&gt;they will come against all her surrounding walls&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and against all the towns of Judah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18963" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will pronounce my judgments on my people&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;because of their wickedness in forsaking me,&lt;br /&gt;in burning incense to other gods&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and in worshiping what their hands have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18964" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Get yourself ready! Stand up and say to them whatever I command you. Do not be terrified by them, or I will terrify you before them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18965" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today I have made you a fortified city, an iron pillar and a bronze wall to stand against the whole land—against the kings of Judah, its officials, its priests and the people of the land.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-18966" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;They will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you and will rescue you,” declares the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Acts 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26925" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;In my former book, Theophilus, I wrote about all that Jesus began to do and to teach&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26926" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;until the day he was taken up to heaven, after giving instructions through the Holy Spirit to the apostles he had chosen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26927" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;After his suffering, he presented himself to them and gave many convincing proofs that he was alive. He appeared to them over a period of forty days and spoke about the kingdom of God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26928" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;On one occasion, while he was eating with them, he gave them this command:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“Do not leave Jerusalem, but wait for the gift my Father promised, which you have heard me speak about.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26929" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;For John baptized with&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-26929a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=acts%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-26929a" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;water, but in a few days you will be baptized with&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-26929b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=acts%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-26929b" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;the Holy Spirit.”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26930" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then they gathered around him and asked him, “Lord, are you at this time going to restore the kingdom to Israel?”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26931" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;He said to them:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26932" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26933" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;After he said this, he was taken up before their very eyes, and a cloud hid him from their sight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26936" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then the apostles returned to Jerusalem from the hill called the Mount of Olives, a Sabbath day’s walk&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-26936c&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote c&amp;quot;&amp;gt;c&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=acts%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-26936c" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;from the city.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26937" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When they arrived, they went upstairs to the room where they were staying. Those present were Peter, John, James and Andrew; Philip and Thomas, Bartholomew and Matthew; James son of Alphaeus and Simon the Zealot, and Judas son of James.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26938" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;They all joined together constantly in prayer, along with the women and Mary the mother of Jesus, and with his brothers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26934" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;They were looking intently up into the sky as he was going, when suddenly two men dressed in white stood beside them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26935" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Men of Galilee,” they said, “why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26939" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;In those days Peter stood up among the believers (a group numbering about a hundred and twenty)&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26940" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;and said, “Brothers and sisters,&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-26940d&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote d&amp;quot;&amp;gt;d&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=acts%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-26940d" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote d"&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;the Scripture had to be fulfilled in which the Holy Spirit spoke long ago through David concerning Judas, who served as guide for those who arrested Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26941" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was one of our number and shared in our ministry.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26942" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;(With the payment he received for his wickedness, Judas bought a field; there he fell headlong, his body burst open and all his intestines spilled out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26943" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone in Jerusalem heard about this, so they called that field in their language Akeldama, that is, Field of Blood.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26944" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“For,” said Peter, “it is written in the Book of Psalms:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“‘May his place be deserted;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;let there be no one to dwell in it,’&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-26944e&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote e&amp;quot;&amp;gt;e&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=acts%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-26944e" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote e"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“‘May another take his place of leadership.’&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-26944f&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote f&amp;quot;&amp;gt;f&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=acts%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-26944f" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote f"&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26945" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Therefore it is necessary to choose one of the men who have been with us the whole time the Lord Jesus was living among us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26946" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;beginning from John’s baptism to the time when Jesus was taken up from us. For one of these must become a witness with us of his resurrection.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26947" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;So they nominated two men: Joseph called Barsabbas (also known as Justus) and Matthias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26948" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then they prayed, “Lord, you know everyone’s heart. Show us which of these two you have chosen&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26949" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;to take over this apostolic ministry, which Judas left to go where he belongs.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26950" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then they cast lots, and the lot fell to Matthias; so he was added to the eleven apostles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/16684747-626259079404835272?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/626259079404835272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/626259079404835272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-38-its-good-to-be-free.html' title='Day 38: Its Good To Be Free'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2556456417018100895</id><published>2011-11-21T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:21:10.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day of 40 days as I seek counsel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2556456417018100895?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2556456417018100895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2556456417018100895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-day-of-forty-days-as-i-seek.html' title='The first day of 40 days as I seek counsel'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-5277134830950370051</id><published>2011-11-08T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:00:40.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About time to usher in the coming new year...</title><content type='html'>beginning with a 40 day council to seek not just the blessings, but the dew of heaven. To seek, not just a path for the future, but destinations with journeys already victorious. To seek, not just the presence of the Holy Spirit, but welcoming the trails and testings of His refining fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-5277134830950370051?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/5277134830950370051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/5277134830950370051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/11/about-time-to-usher-in-coming-new-year.html' title='About time to usher in the coming new year...'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8312690409164334323</id><published>2011-08-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:30:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1:51pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9 minutes short of getting in to a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9 minutes short of traveling in to an accident at 70mph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9 minutes of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9 minutes of the POWER of Our Living God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9 minutes why we worship only The Living God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8312690409164334323?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8312690409164334323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8312690409164334323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/08/9-minutes.html' title='9 minutes'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-2465319599250640682</id><published>2011-07-28T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:53:37.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;3 part equation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Spirit, Flesh &amp;amp; Roh. The flesh may yet discipline the Spirit, so we may be as like the only man in Biblical History to ever be called a Man After God's Heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-2465319599250640682?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2465319599250640682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/2465319599250640682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8744397057871828431</id><published>2011-06-15T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:53:48.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speeding car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Flavored yoghurt cup with no flavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: small;"&gt;Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8744397057871828431?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8744397057871828431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8744397057871828431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-40.html' title='Day 40'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-278987609432601752</id><published>2009-02-03T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:28:47.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The small simple things</title><content type='html'>I have been searching for a piano/keyboard for a long time and with a budget, I found a used one which was slightly within my price range but still a little pricey...only to find it had been sold on the day I was planing on buying it. Wondering if I had acted quicker or earlier, things might have been different and I would have been the one owning it by now. But something very casually told me God has something better in store for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today, I found one priced at half my budget with everything that I needed. Nothing more yet nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between doing my Father's business and going about doing my Father's business with a joyful willing heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-278987609432601752?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/278987609432601752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/278987609432601752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2009/02/small-simple-things.html' title='The small simple things'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8692026338312607902</id><published>2009-01-13T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:51:05.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise and Shine!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about it lately. How God makes live from death and decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the middle of winter now and I have a plant sitting indoors that almost died from frostbite. I refused to throw it away because I had had it for over a year, and was just trying to let it sit a little longer, pretending it was still alive. It was dark green, almost brown, and one day I saw some very tiny green dots coming out from the tops and sides and bottom. I looked real close and realized they were little leaves! The plant was trying to grow back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's middle of winter now, and I have a regernerated new plant, and a plant that only flowers in summertime flowering right now. I'm no gardener. Who else could it be but my Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8692026338312607902?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8692026338312607902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8692026338312607902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2009/01/rise-and-shine.html' title='Rise and Shine!'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4806687628775672502</id><published>2008-12-17T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:21:54.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 51 : convicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SUklzwh285I/AAAAAAAAADo/EPQ7H8R_K7I/s1600-h/101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SUklzwh285I/AAAAAAAAADo/EPQ7H8R_K7I/s200/101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280793609199088530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last sunday, I was convicted of somethings. God told me to dress better for church. I always knew my dressing at church was rather poor as I continued to roll out of bed with my sleep clothes and continued rolling in to church. My motive was a very demotivational idea that church was 5 minutes away from the house and I was not living in a what you might call a 'fashion driven area' so I felt why should I bother. I usually had on brown slip on shoes and a grey sweat pants and a large sleeping tshirt with a oversized fleece jacket. Ofcourse there were people standing across from me in suits and ties and dresses and boots and jackets, but I often tried to find other lesser dressed people to justify myself. I always wondered if God would say anything about my dressing at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well finally He did and it wasn't what I thought it would be. God showed me the times when when I was always eager to get to church and would dress as I would if I was excited to go out with my friends. I was always feeling refreshed and arrived at church excited and eager. But now, I was dragging myself to get to church, even trying to arrive slightly late. I was usually still sleepy and unaware unpon arriving at church and often also felt rather demotivated at the beginning of service, with all sorts of negative thoughts flooding my mind. God showed me an attitude that I had that had to change and it certainly was more than a fashion issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also showed me that at times it was better to speak out audiably in a recognizable language when I pray with somebody, and proclaiming over the person as those things will come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already day 51, it's almost over and it's about time for me to put on some new clothes and wait for a new leg of the journey to being!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4806687628775672502?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4806687628775672502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4806687628775672502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-51-convicted.html' title='Day 51 : convicted'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SUklzwh285I/AAAAAAAAADo/EPQ7H8R_K7I/s72-c/101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4039317103605434657</id><published>2008-12-11T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:10:57.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 47 : You know you serve a living God</title><content type='html'>when He maketh your pet dog to lie down and be still so that there can be stillness for time with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when He then tells you to be still for He is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly like a veil from your eyes, you awake and see that the house you live in is now truely the home you have been praying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel the fire and opression just when you are about nearing the finish line, and realize that this is the refining fire, the darkest hour just before the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when, if you only could muster up faith the size of a mustard seed, that would be enough to carry your prayers through, and watch it anchor before your eyes in to a great big mustard tree, as like a testimony to the Power of the Living God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4039317103605434657?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4039317103605434657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4039317103605434657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-you-serve-living-god.html' title='Day 47 : You know you serve a living God'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7848305065528058615</id><published>2008-12-04T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:05:32.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 40: Hardly there, but at the end of this life,</title><content type='html'>One thing I know.&lt;br /&gt;Where I will be going. And who will be waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;This is a constant, never waivering, a never faltering promise that stands on one who is eternal. This is not something that I think will happen, or that I believe in, or trust will happen. It's something that I know will happen. Therein lies a line so fine as that which will be dividing us come the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you invited the presence of God into the room, to allow free rein for Holy Spirit to flow fresh annointing, one might be surprised that the first english description that springs to mind for that suddenly appearing presence is LOVE. How unsurprising for God is indeed Love. Surprising nontheless. A feeling of the arrival of a presence who wove you like an art in the womb, who knows where you came from and whence you will go...almost like a presence whos cosmic molecular structure is made out of alot of a material called love, amongst other things. How strange. Almost like angels were in the room unseen with me. Almost like Jesus was walking about my room in an instance. How strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my prayer be that I may know Jesus more and more, to have one foot in this world and the other in the next. To see with worldly eyes but act with Godly insight. To operate with blood and flesh but conquer in the spiritual realm. To make real in the flesh what the spiritual has caused. To be as alive as the living God that I seek after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I say you are my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I say that you are Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Son of the Living God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7848305065528058615?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7848305065528058615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7848305065528058615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-40-hardly-there-but-at-end-of-this.html' title='Day 40: Hardly there, but at the end of this life,'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4489342074822433350</id><published>2008-12-02T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:45:59.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 38 : What David Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Why are you downcast, O my soul? &lt;br /&gt;Why so disturbed within me? &lt;br /&gt;Put your hope in God, &lt;br /&gt;for I will yet praise him, &lt;br /&gt;my Savior and my God”&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it be coming to the end of the journey, yet I neither stride with strong pace nor look ahead with great gust. My pace is slow and I crawl along, in leisure, laziness and weakness. Yet I am remind there is more that transcends the flesh. Things that go unseen to my eyes. So yet when my soul does sit like a mute stone, I proclaim loudly and defiantly and confidently and absolutely that I PRAISE THE LORD MY GOD! AND I WILL PRAISE HIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4489342074822433350?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4489342074822433350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4489342074822433350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-38-what-david-said.html' title='Day 38 : What David Said'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-6511571478122641265</id><published>2008-12-01T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:03:24.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 39 : breathing in and out</title><content type='html'>My muscles around my ribs were hurting and I couldn't breath deeply and wasn't feeling too good. Sitting in church, I heard the Holy Spirit say take a deep breath and blow out the bad in your body. And I did, and the pain subsided. I could praise my God with out pain. At the end, the pain went away totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that we serve not just a living god but THE LIVING GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-6511571478122641265?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6511571478122641265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6511571478122641265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-39-breathing-in-and-out.html' title='Day 39 : breathing in and out'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-5677488114924780024</id><published>2008-11-25T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:24:39.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 31 : The hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SSxCFhyHfZI/AAAAAAAAABk/hFqV4bOOJ04/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SSxCFhyHfZI/AAAAAAAAABk/hFqV4bOOJ04/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272661926479363474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was running around with the dog in the field with a stick when the extra long stick hit the ground and pierced my hand. A flap of skin came out which I tore off. It never closed for a long time because I always had to use my hand for everything. Yes it hurts. I asked God to make the skin grow back right now before my eyes! Guess what, it was still there. This morning, I complained to God that my hand hurt and Jesus was pierced in the wrist and my hand has nothing to do with it. Then He said maybe it wasn't so, I got it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered. Where did I get the idea that Jesus was pierced in the wrist. I saw His hand and I remembered the hole was in His palm. How did I get decieved so quickly and easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling the prophecy that no bone in the passover lamb shall be broken, so not a bone in the body of Jesus was broken. And looking at the skeletal structure of the wrist bone, being a mass of multiple small bones bound together, would be impossible not to shatter or splinter when piercing the wrist. And just below the wrist between the ulna and radius would have been too weak to support the body weight compared to the muscular tissues in the hand which are actually stronger than rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So in the face of His death this is what He has for me&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 12:1 &lt;br /&gt;Remember your Creator in the days of your youth.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-5677488114924780024?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/5677488114924780024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/5677488114924780024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-31-hand.html' title='Day 31 : The hand'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SSxCFhyHfZI/AAAAAAAAABk/hFqV4bOOJ04/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-6504978140868071682</id><published>2008-11-20T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:23:37.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26 : documentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;This is my documentation so far.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things slowly link up. The most precious and founding thing I am starting to grasp through this, is re-discovering spending time with my God. God stills everything and I can hear everything very clearly. My voice is heard by Him and even simple requests are answered right there and right then. The dog will still and be quiet and lie down to sleep. A twist in a neck muscle will be gone. A sensation that feels like a lush valley not found here on earth, when the Holy Spirit moves. A reminder that I was going to make it through to Heaven to meet my maker face to face. A striving to hear myself done well as a good and faithful servent at the end of the road. Being led by a very insistent Holy Spirit to listen to an online sermon titled 'God of the womb' by Karen Dunham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I hear the verse Jeremiah 1:5 that I was known even before I was formed in the womb, and read out in full this verse proclaims an annointing as a prophet to the nations. The meaning of this verse intimidates me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that all my Godly desires are desires planted in me by God, for I can neither think nor create nor wake up each day without divine intervention. So no desire is too far fetched or impossible for God. A few nights ago, I had a dream where somebody showed me something, and in an instance, I saw a flash of very bright white light and stringed instrumental music sounds I have never hear before, and a figure flashed out of that light which I recognized as an angel. But it disappeared so quickly and I became bitter and thought was this all there was to it.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-6504978140868071682?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6504978140868071682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6504978140868071682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-26-documentation.html' title='Day 26 : documentation'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8575613144219577634</id><published>2008-11-17T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:14:21.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 : the big armchair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SSHOqvBzAzI/AAAAAAAAABc/b4JChPKqYys/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SSHOqvBzAzI/AAAAAAAAABc/b4JChPKqYys/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269720272574022450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So when king david spoke with God, he sat. He sat down and spoke with God. David didn't prostrate himself on the floor, put burning coals on himself, stab himself with a thousand needles or roll about in ashes or moan and wail on the ground to speak with God.&lt;br /&gt;NO OTHER RELIGION ALLOWS THIS. They could never come to their god in their own form. Always needing some form of degrading, payment. What mockery, there usually is no answer; obviously from a dead god what would be expected; or an answer which costed, usually negatively. Which God will sit with you and listen to you patiently bumble through all your thoughts and questions, without demanding anything. Which God will sit with you like a friend, like a counseller, like a lover, like a father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;NO GOD BUT MY GOD THE LIVING GOD. &lt;br /&gt;I PROCLAIM HIS GREATNESS IN HIS GRACE.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I had to crawl 500 steps in dirt to speak with God, to stand with arms outstretched before He would hear me. No I sit in a comfortable place and He is there already waiting. We talk like time was of no concern. He spoke as like He was ageless. He is without time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8575613144219577634?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8575613144219577634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8575613144219577634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-23-big-armchair.html' title='Day 23 : the big armchair'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SSHOqvBzAzI/AAAAAAAAABc/b4JChPKqYys/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7858092927273342998</id><published>2008-11-05T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:19:04.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 : Jeremiah 1:5</title><content type='html'>Commandment 6 thou shalt not kill is more so about not mentally murdering other people and letting our hatred of people get out of hand, as justice will be served by the hand of God. Vengence is His and His alone, and He will repay. On the flip side of this, is a very powerful revelation. What essentially God is saying to us is, no enemy can stand before us without facing the wrath of God's judgement on them. If only we stand and not fight. As already made clear to us, that we are to wear the armour of God and then only to stand. My verse of the day, special delivery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jer 1:5 "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that I don't know myself. Since God truely knows me, I will pester Him to show me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7858092927273342998?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7858092927273342998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7858092927273342998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-11-jeremiah-15.html' title='Day 11 : Jeremiah 1:5'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7459266122185577332</id><published>2008-11-04T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:37:15.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 : the quickening of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SRCVM5osJPI/AAAAAAAAABU/SL-LLLL3U2k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SRCVM5osJPI/AAAAAAAAABU/SL-LLLL3U2k/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264872013258564850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 10 days in to the journey. I've come to conclude at this point, that fasting is like going on a long road trip with God. Destination unknown. We could go anywhere, do anything, anything could happen and I never know what I will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I knew 3 of my request had been answered already. I only had to wait and watch it come to pass. The peace of the Lord feels like a coat. I feel it come down on me like a large fabric of the most luxerious material. I hear Him say I must wait and see with patience. See, the hand of my Lord moves swiftly. Who dares stand in the path that the Lord has made for me. I know the church that needs my service I feel the Holy Spirit move and touch people and a river flows out from me, I know the dream job is already waiting for me I just need to go round and take it like picking berries, I CAN SEE already the home that God has made from this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the Lord wanted me to press on, to continue on with the remaining 2 requests. How He will answer them. I cannot begin to imagine how though. He wants me to continue in intimate conversation with Him, constant conversation, in single-minded focused conversation, hearing all that the Holy Spirit says. I didn't know the Holy Spirit speaks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7459266122185577332?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7459266122185577332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7459266122185577332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-10-quickening-of-god.html' title='Day 10 : the quickening of God'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SRCVM5osJPI/AAAAAAAAABU/SL-LLLL3U2k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7432528261160833358</id><published>2008-11-03T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:59:19.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 : The 4th Commandment</title><content type='html'>The only commandment that no longer stands today as we are not living by the Law anymore. &lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Col 2:16&lt;br /&gt;Therefore let no one pass judgment on you in questions of food and drink, or with regard to a festival or a new moon or a Sabbath.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we skip church and go out somewhere instead. The Sabbath was created for man and it would be our loss should we decide to do so. I can now go to church on saturday as valid as it would be to attend a sunday church.  Simply because the Son sets me free. &lt;b&gt;I am free indeed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7432528261160833358?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7432528261160833358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7432528261160833358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-9-4th-commandment.html' title='Day 9 : The 4th Commandment'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8659650197343449033</id><published>2008-10-31T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:11:10.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 : This is the day the Lord has made</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I will rejoice and be glad in it.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about my sorrows and pain nor what tomorrow will bring!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8659650197343449033?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8659650197343449033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8659650197343449033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-6-this-is-day-lord-has-made.html' title='Day 6 : This is the day the Lord has made'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-6951603279485636276</id><published>2008-10-28T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:25:31.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - the 10 Commandments</title><content type='html'>Yes. How boring it must be that I was to refresh myself on the 10 commandments again. Could God have picked a better lesson, something more interesting and exciting such as the 'Islam in our world today' or something else. But now I now have a several part series of teachings on the 10 commandments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of which, I started today 'Introduction of the 10 Commandments'.&lt;br /&gt;Well, seems like I didn't know the 10 Commandments very well. I didn't know that Hebrew 12:18 "Why we receiving a kingdom which cannot be moved, let us have grace, whereby we may serve God acceptably with reverence and godly fear." It says in the NIV 'reverence and awe'. I must have misinterpreted awe to be some kind of wide-eyed-gigantic-impressive-wonder-amazement. Wong. Bad, it is Godly fear. How can anybody miss that, lest they be thrown in to hell after being physically destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my Fear of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing really happens to me when I fast. I still do all the activities that I normally do. I am definately on the strictest order not to wear rags, put dirt on my face and stand at the corner of the street mourning loudly. It is winter, I feel neither cold nor faint. I still go to the gym, I lift weights, I run the dog, in fact I will be starting boxing &amp; mixed martial arts classes soon. They burn a thousand calories a session. I am better than ever! I have color in my face. I spend alot of time catching up on God's word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I am a river for the Holy Spirit to flow forth with blessings. And I can let it flow, but I can also stop it. Maybe it is a bubbling of a brook, or the torrents of a gorge. I'll never know until I let the Spirit flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-6951603279485636276?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6951603279485636276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/6951603279485636276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-3-10-commandments.html' title='Day 3 - the 10 Commandments'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8877725812886173688</id><published>2008-10-27T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:03:02.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 : Hurrying in doing Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SQXiy27W1mI/AAAAAAAAABE/iYnQt78pZQM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 71px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SQXiy27W1mI/AAAAAAAAABE/iYnQt78pZQM/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261861103018104418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It came across me then that I was hurrying. Which surprised me as I have very very little on my plate right now to even piece together any schedule. But in church on Sunday, I heard it again, that I was hurrying. And I realized the absurdity of it. I was actually hurrying, without even a destination to go. To finish the chores quicker, pass the day quicker, having a list of things and ticking them off quicker. Which seldom allowed for any quiet so that I might actually hear God speaking. Yes, He speaks to everybody, not just very holy people or very annointed people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The 5 things we shall see come to pass:&lt;br /&gt;The ability to see angels more so over demons. To see Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Weaving in to a church where God can use me now as He had originally intended to, before I tried to abscond with the gifts that He gave me. &lt;i&gt;if you thought Jonas was stupid, people still do that everyday, today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job for me that is in every literal sense, 'God Sent'.&lt;br /&gt;A truely sucessful home in this house.&lt;br /&gt;A squeaky shoulder with the Spirit of Degeneration to be cast out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2Samuel 24:24&lt;br /&gt;"No, I insist on paying you for it. I will not sacrifice to the Lord my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing." &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this verse brought to me this morning. I know that there are prices to be paid. Prices to pay for things that I will be asking of God. On a journey of 40 days, my Lord will guide me by with unseen hands and quiet voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8877725812886173688?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8877725812886173688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8877725812886173688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-2-hurrying-in-doing-nothing.html' title='Day 2 : Hurrying in doing Nothing'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SQXiy27W1mI/AAAAAAAAABE/iYnQt78pZQM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-275099186267870987</id><published>2008-10-24T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:50:21.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day -2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SQHQcmEZb9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0xp0POe7XHM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SQHQcmEZb9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0xp0POe7XHM/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260715029419356114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Day -2 untill Day 1 of the purported imposed 40 Day fast which will pull through Thanksgiving and Christmas and other various foodie sessions this feasting season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to fast because there seems to be some pressing things on my mind. I guess it's come to a point where I am in such a blanket of fog that I no longer know if there was any sort of pressing, save for a faint echo of an emergency bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for just few hours ago, I debated on backing out. Holy Spirit, with His ever soft voice, asked very softly what was I afraid of. Since it's rather pointless to lie when we share the same body and a 100% transparency, I said I was afraid of failing the 40 day fast. Don't worry He said, I would've and will fail anyway, but if I would just ask Him to MAKE ME SUCCEED, I will not fail. A very pointed statement, nothing faltering or fence-sitting about it. If I would take it from God, He WILL give me wholely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fast for God to plant my feet as roots in to His earth and for my path to be clear so that I may sight His will and be ready for the next. The next job, the next move, the next decision, the next reaction, the next battle, the next plan, the next miracle, the next healing, the next level with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-275099186267870987?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/275099186267870987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/275099186267870987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-2.html' title='Day -2'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SQHQcmEZb9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0xp0POe7XHM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-4021864926120638667</id><published>2008-06-07T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:14:07.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faithfulness of My God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SErNDHWXswI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2FY4s24luZ4/s1600-h/1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SErNDHWXswI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2FY4s24luZ4/s200/1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209201372403577602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right. My GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is just slightly passed midnight. But already it will be the first day of a brand new chapter with God. I am finally ready for this next thing that will be coming for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, in need of dire directions to find  the one single solution to my problem, I entered the room of counsel with my best Counselor, and prepared to wait all night to hear a response.&lt;br /&gt;I gave all night because I knew I had not been so faithful and steadfast, and have definitely displeased my best Counselor. So perhaps my punishment would be a slow or long response*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will describe this room which I usually see. It always looks the same. The room is long and full of vertical columns on both sides with a throne seat at the end of the room elevated upon a few steps, and a long table in the middle. Everything in the room is straight edged and at right angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I come into the room, I expect an empty room. Who on earth would sit in a room and wait for anybody for even a day, when nobody even turns up. But in the room shortly arrived God, and I knew it because the whole room was immediately filled with love, and so He said the problems of mine were so small compared to the problems of some others. But then I said every child of God was just as important and begged Him to give me the one single solution that I seek. And so He simply said to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more than this, I believe this is the start of a new thing. I cannot describe properly in a sentence, but a new thing which will make me closer to fulfilling God's purpose for me and becoming the refined gold that might be received at Heaven's gates as a good an faithful servant. &lt;br /&gt;So in words I will describe as best as I can:&lt;br /&gt;prayer, angles, warfare, fasting, Fear of God, fire, anointing, healing, river, Holy Spirit, speed, new, blessing&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to press in for more of God.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for an exciting season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there is NEVER no response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-4021864926120638667?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4021864926120638667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/4021864926120638667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2008/06/faithfulness-of-my-god.html' title='The Faithfulness of My God'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VcuzW9iblCg/SErNDHWXswI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/2FY4s24luZ4/s72-c/1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-3764400377866632614</id><published>2007-08-02T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T04:38:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4</title><content type='html'>4th of July is the american independence day, along with lots of bbq and food and even more fireworks. I've always been very neutral with fireworks. But I saw something different when I looked up into the sky at the fireworks that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to all the bright starbursts in matching color combinations, while everybody was admiring the special occasion and feeling nice and warm, there was this very small star. (which was probably orion I guess) And suddenly all the fireworks looked very ugly compared to the star. The ugliness hit me like a bad smell from somewhere and I felt embaressed for having the fireworks next to the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess still nothing will ever be comparable to even a single smallest star that God creates with just one word from his mouth. His art just blows me away. That's my God! Who rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-3764400377866632614?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/3764400377866632614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/3764400377866632614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2007/08/july-4.html' title='July 4'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-8122422618520699183</id><published>2007-05-16T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T04:38:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The person in white</title><content type='html'>Look at my posting. It has been exactly a year since I last thought about writing anything. Its exactly a year ago, in the month of May...Where had I been? On a fantastic journey with the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exactly who is this Holy Spirit? Does He have a body? Yes I asked Him this question today. To be honest, I don't know what I will actually do if/should I actually see His form one day. I am frightened by the thought of it but this morning He told me what He looked like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months ago, I wrote the first name of one of my friend down in my prayer book. It is a book that me and God have a deal on. Every name that I write down inside, is watched over by Him and protected by Him and recieves salvation from Him. It had constantly come on me to be specific with my prayer and so I looked at my friend's name and thought there could be a million other people with that name, I must have his full name so that God knows I mean business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, my friend was involved in a fight. He asked me why I asked for his full name and told me what happened. The other night, a man with a knife went to his room and tried to attack him but his friends came to help and they stayed with him in that room the whole night. My friend eventually fell asleep while his friends kept watch. They saw a person in white enter the room. A being who's face they couldn't see, who was extremely bright and all in white, who seemed to look around the room as though searching for someone. I know this is real for his friends told me so. My friend told me he knew that that person in white was sent from me but he could not tell me who that person was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the Holy Spirit reminded me of this incident and told me who that was. It was Him! It sounds funny and may not make sense. But how do you know that you have salvation? Yes you can quote me all the scripture and explain many doctrines but in the end, you really just know that you know. So I just know that I know it was Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-8122422618520699183?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8122422618520699183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/8122422618520699183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2007/05/person-in-white.html' title='The person in white'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-9210408127137596154</id><published>2007-05-16T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T06:06:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the dark</title><content type='html'>when I woke up in the morning to go to the bathroom. It was very dark and I have bad eyesight so I couldn't see anything. As good as blind, I played with the thought that there could possibly be something hiding behind the shower curtains or in some corner watching me and waiting to pounce on me. And then I thought that would be stupid, who or what could be there?! And then less than half a meter infront of me, when I was sitting on the toilet bowl thinking of nothing, something spoke in to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse I walked out of the toilet very quickly and said to myself yea right you're there and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I remember today, and learn that the Holy Spirit has ALWAYS been with me. When I am brushing my teeth, when I am shopping, when I am walking in to a store, when I am watching TV, even now as I am looking on the computer screen! Me and my bestfriend the Holy Spirit! In the Bible, also refered to as I AM. So I know now who was with me in the dark that night, he even told me his name and told me he would be with me in everything that I do. In every sense of the living word that never changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-9210408127137596154?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/9210408127137596154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/9210408127137596154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-dark.html' title='In the dark'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-7104435574308000019</id><published>2007-05-15T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T02:59:31.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Funny</title><content type='html'>The sun is rising. &lt;br /&gt;And it's another morning. It's 5am.&lt;br /&gt;And I rise with the presence of someone who has always been around me. It is a presence that would leave me at a great loss should it leave. A presence that I can feel and hear and a presence whom I love deeply and yearn to follow earnestly and surrender to totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can still remember when it all happened.&lt;br /&gt;I would cry at every touch of the Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what happened. As with millions of christians in the Spirit this very day all around the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-7104435574308000019?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7104435574308000019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/7104435574308000019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-funny.html' title='It&apos;s Funny'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-114905627307324420</id><published>2006-05-30T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:29:35.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Middle of the Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/42-16508437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/320/42-16508437.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many middle of the nights I awake now to find myself praying, wrestling in prayer, in   conversation, in seeking of God. I remember not what it was, come morning when it came to pass. I only know that those then were my heart felt true desires, of greater things that I could not understand that I could not think up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer that is ceaseless, prayer that rises to Heaven like sweet incense, wrestling prayer that trusts and knows that in all things that former glory will be restored, the latter rain will be greater than the former rain, God's Spirit will be poured out in these last days as sons and daughters will prophesy, old men will dream dreams, young men will see visions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Matthew21:22 &lt;br /&gt;All things, whatever you ask in prayer, believing, you will recieve&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-114905627307324420?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/114905627307324420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/114905627307324420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/05/many-middle-of-nights.html' title='Many Middle of the Nights'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-114282046721291160</id><published>2006-03-19T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:40:59.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Small Lizards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/DSCN1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/320/DSCN1203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw a very small lizard trying to cross over a very small drain. It was so thin, even my pencil was bigger than it. The drain had thin metal bars across and the lizard was afraid of falling in to the drain. It tried to cross and looked around and started to turn around. Then it walked all the way to where the drain ended and crossed over to the other side and went on it's way. So I asked God if He did help the small lizard cross the drain. Before I even thought about it, I knew it was God. I knew that even though 5 sparrows are sold for 2 cents, yet not one of them are forgotten by God. How much more precious am I than the sparrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took communion and decided then that it was time to ask God to take away my cough. After a long time, thinking that I could cure it myself only to get worse. So I went home and cycled my bike very quickly until I was coughing, ate watermelon, played capoeira till I wheezed and even drank a cold fizzy drink. But at the end of the day, I sit here and suddenly realize my cough is all but gone. I knew God already had me in His hand long before I decided I would put my problems in His hands. I know He has a plan for me, plans to give me hope and a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even looks after small lizards and helps them to cross very small drains, what more me who is worth so much more than small lizards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-114282046721291160?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/114282046721291160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/114282046721291160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/03/very-small-lizards.html' title='Very Small Lizards'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-114017061082284486</id><published>2006-02-17T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T02:14:16.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/Clouds%20and%20Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/320/Clouds%20and%20Road.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have just finished the Book of Daniel, some parts I was too tired to understand  and some I just simply didn't understand. Today, the first day after many days of long hours at work, I went for a surf. And I met someone who was so on fire for God, His name is tatooed inside his arm. His english was not comprehensible but I never needed to understand the language to understand the passion of Christ. And together, we talked about God in not very comprehensible language to the stall vendors and other surfers. As I hitched a ride home from him, I saw someone on a motorbike with a surfboard, and on it was sprayed 'In Jesus we trust'. Then it hit home so hard. Why I was here, why I was so afraid to give up what I had, why this load this way and this road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How God had opened my mouth and given me authority to go fourth in His name. This morning, I met someone with the flu. And he told me he had the flu, so I asked if he was a christian. He said no, so I quickly replied too bad and went off to surf. Then he asked me why, and I said I could usually cure my illnesses if i just prayed about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked back further, I recalled fondly the night before where I had the best day of food. Breakfast,lunch,tea and even dinner. I sat around the table with a seafood barbie, at that same table were some very important and senior business partners and bosses. Don't ask me why I sit there but they seemed to be very fond of me. As they sat discussing philosophies, they came to the conclusion that all ways led to god. And so everyone agreed, untill I said NO. And God worked His word through a child of His faith, and men's ears were opened and heard the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look even futher back, I remebered lost sheep were drawn to the fire that was buring in me. I never had to open my mouth to invite someone to church, mouths of men were opened up for me to plead with me to bring them to church, to tell them about God, to light their way in their darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be all the Glory.&lt;br /&gt;To the God who never sleeps. to the God who created the surf and the sunrise, and the skies at dusk. To the God who raises His people out of opression even as He closes doors and raises His hand against others. To the God whom I love as my dearest and one and only Father and who has never failed me in His plans. To the God of all things and above all, to the God of me. To the God who give up His life so He could spend eternity with me. To the God who shuts the mouths of lions and opens others to go fourth and speak His word. He has opened my mouth when I obeyed and desired His will ONLY. He has melted hearts of men who were proud, contented and arrogant in their aquired knowledge and intelligence. To the God who has shamed men who called themselves His people but neither honour nor glorify Him on the sabbath. To the men who pride themselves on great philosophies, God humbled them with His wisdom of life.&lt;br /&gt;To God be all the Glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-114017061082284486?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/114017061082284486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/114017061082284486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/02/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113919967200928965</id><published>2006-02-05T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:21:12.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My great Counsellor</title><content type='html'>God's plans are indeed sophisticated, indeed more than worthy of the name Mighty Counsellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember someone once told me "...but you are just one person" and made me disappointed and scared. I knew who I would meet, the devil and his little friends, false members coming in the name of my Christ who could trick me into trusting them, against learned men of theology who could grind me down with their words, and myself going against myself...but I didn't know where the road leads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I sit in the Lord's counsel, He reminded me again and again that David stood in the Lord and won the battle of Goliath even though he was just a boy, and He said where did He find food to feed the five thousands? From the lunch of &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; small boy, two small fishes and five small loaves of bread. My Father shielded me Himself with His own hands, and wicked spirits near my path fled in seven ways at the sight of Him who walks with me, He drew His sword against people that I met and they cried out not in terror but in sorrowful repentance and ran back in to His arms, He opened doors for His people even while bringing His hand against those who were against Him. Well me, I didn't have to do much work, I just followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can fear the deep ocean and the big waves when I know that the one whom they obey is my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113919967200928965?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113919967200928965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113919967200928965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-great-counsellor.html' title='My great Counsellor'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113802804641676828</id><published>2006-01-23T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T07:06:36.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Little Black Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/200/1.7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God's little black book of names has come in to my hands...in the form of a small book that is not black but actually brown in color. Inside are written all kinds of names that I pray and intercede for. Sometimes they take me very long to complete, sometimes I struggle to complete even one page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me to take my prayer seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many months, by God's grace, it is time for lazy and procrastinating me  to finally join the honorable ranks of prayerful saints all over the world, uniting as one in the prayer of intercession, praying faithfully ferverently deeply in Spirit and in Truth, in an age where time is running very short for the second coming, where the latter rain must and will be greater than the former rain, where the devil fights his losing battle with an increased many fold of ferociousness. Truely, victory is already ours.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child of 8, I prayed for my parents downstairs to stop quarrelling. I kneeled at the top of the stairs and faced the skylight, so that God could see me through the glass. The child of 8 is back in me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113802804641676828?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113802804641676828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113802804641676828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/01/gods-little-black-book.html' title='God&apos;s Little Black Book'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113767347984751159</id><published>2006-01-19T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T04:29:53.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, it's me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/320/1.15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I opened with a prayer and realized I didn't really have alot to ask or say, so I ended up telling God I really loved talking to Him the most, even on my worst days He listened and carried everything that was squashing me even whatever that I dumped on to His back. So I kept quiet and turned in faith within to my temple, to the Holy Spirit dwelling in me. As I was wondering in the stillness, it was an empty room again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang, to which I ignored it, for the Devil would have to try harder to break my concentration. Then the ringing stopped. Then the dog barked, to which I resisted the anger to shout at the dog. Then the dog kept quiet. Then my back started aching and throbbing, to which I almost gave up, but then remembered suddenly that even a sick woman could be healed by merely touching the hem of Jesus' garment, even the sick along the streets could be healed by just the passing shadow of Jesus walking by, surely this God who dwells within me is not too far for my reach, just the hem of His garment would do. The knowledge of God's proximity gave me instant joy. Then the pain went away. Then the dog walked into the room and I could hear it standing beside me and felt it looking at me. I resisted the urge to look at the dog or anything but God. Then the dog walked away. And everything disappeared and then there was only the stillness of God and I lay around in great rest, like a sheep. Then I left when it was about time, as He showed me I had some re-reading to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very priveliged to have God teaching me His word so closely. Truely, a non academic, a clueless traveller out to seek the treasure without a map, is indeed priveliged to have God already waiting at that crossroad to be the eternal guide on this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113767347984751159?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113767347984751159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113767347984751159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-its-me.html' title='Hello, it&apos;s me'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113710885948651886</id><published>2006-01-12T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:45:10.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthless Chaff</title><content type='html'>Not the first of many mornings where I awoke before the sun and felt scorn and pure contempt for all the many fake gods, some so small in stature and insignificant, others big and empty like inflated garbage bags. BUT ALL WORTHLESS AND PATHETIC, with doctrine that are senseless and skewed, fashioned of the same metal that I use to fry my egg, fashioned of the same wood that made my disposable chopsticks. What a joke they all are. I wish to smash them at the very sight of them. I asked God if He felt the same as I do, then I remembered God doesn't need sleep so He doesn't suffer from sleepless mornings. I knew the answer, it was in me already. So I came to be shown how terrible God must feel day and night looking at a people whom He created turned into blind fools clutching fearfully at their worthless gods, how much God HATES these worthless gods and the devil who was and is the cause of all things lousy evil and bad, how much God loves these people still that He allows them to multiply and live instead of crushing them dead, keeping His promises, waiting for them to turn to Him within this period of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sleepless mornings cost me the energy of half my day, and an afternoon nap. God's costed a crucifixtion. I understand how the God of Moses and Abraham felt, scraping but the surface of the passion of Christ, how deep His fury will be on Judgement Day, how the unsaved will not be merely placed in Hell but to be &lt;i&gt;cast&lt;/i&gt; into Hell. And how deep this long suffering love that had long longed to gather will gather up all His children. It drains my energy, stirs me up and seats me with great contempt for the fake gods; those gods of chaff, knowing how perfectly God can love, and so, how perfectly He can hate. What has been said by many people is true, to love God is to love what He loves, a love that has no boundaries and reasonings and to hate what He hates with a hate so deep there are no words for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is rising, but come Judgement Day, it will not be an easy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113710885948651886?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113710885948651886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113710885948651886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/01/worthless-chaff.html' title='Worthless Chaff'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113691357248339573</id><published>2006-01-10T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:19:32.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An earthly day</title><content type='html'>At the end of an earthly day, I got frightened and turned away from the world. &lt;i&gt;I noticed my Abba Father was standing behind me&lt;/i&gt; waiting for something, waiting for me I think. I shrieked in delight and ran to Him as fast as I could. He picked me up in one go and I was covered with love sweet and thick like honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113691357248339573?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113691357248339573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113691357248339573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/01/earthly-day.html' title='An earthly day'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113647896652405551</id><published>2006-01-05T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:59:41.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/320/1.14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God is my best friend, who walks around with me everyday. Or perhaps, I walk around with Him everyday, and I chatter to Him constantly through out the day. At the close of my day, I love to pour out the entire story of my day to God, even though it could be boring and repetitive and redundant, because well He was with me throughout the day. To Him alone I love to rant, cry, exalt, consult, complain, confide, reflect, joke, chatter. I tell everything and anything, and if possible, again and again and again. I am on the phone with God for a long time. Then I hang up and go to sleep when I'm done. I dont remember waiting or letting Him have a a go at telling me what's on His mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What conversation is a one sided conversation? Time for me to shut up and know who is God. And so, I open my talk with my silence.  I have much to say, but this is my God whom I love more than myself and I will wait on Him for it is right. Who am I to speak first? Silence would threatened to stretch into nothings and zeros.But tonight, as I kept quiet, I realized that The Father is in the house...and even though I said not one word, I realized He knew everything that I was going to, could and would have said. I hung around my Father for a long time, but what I wanted to say was not of importance anymore, only my exaltation and a Father's triumphant glory. Who am I to speak first! With God, who and what could be more important than Him? What a simple thing to know. But the amazing grace of The Servant King allows me to speak after He has spoken. God still loves to hear me repeat my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Psalms 46:10&lt;br /&gt;Be still, and know that I am God; &lt;br /&gt;I will be &lt;b&gt;exalted&lt;/b&gt; among the nations, I will be &lt;b&gt;exalted&lt;/b&gt; in the earth.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113647896652405551?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113647896652405551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113647896652405551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/01/shut-up.html' title='Shut up'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113627323776074736</id><published>2006-01-02T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:27:17.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me!</title><content type='html'>God is my lord, and I am His servant. The price of purchase was blood. What good then is such a purchased servant who only works for his master, with wages and rewards and good things from the masters on his mind. How good it will be when a servant serves his master with the only reason, because he loves his master and wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to stand still in the empty room and wait. I wish to rejoice and give thanks regardless of my circumstance. Would I be wise enough to sacrifice myself willingly like Jephthah's daughter? I wish to commune with God because I simply want to start of the day sitting at the table with my Father having the meal of bread for my day's journey. Me and my Father and no one else. God has reassured me that it is right to desire His company. Here is a God who delights in me. I never knew ...&lt;br /&gt;It is right to first sit like Mary at His feet and seek the Lord, instead of running around like Martha in service to the Lord. I shall cling to the hem of His garment and listen hard. Then perhaps He will spot me sitting in the tax collector's booth, and when He gets up to move for the second greatest command, perhaps He would look at me and say &lt;i&gt;Follow Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113627323776074736?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113627323776074736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113627323776074736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/01/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me!'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113612790839670825</id><published>2006-01-01T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T07:36:40.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The empty room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/320/1.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my latest lesson, God stands at a far far distance to teach me. And I become unhappy and physically tired.&lt;br /&gt;I found the room of my High Priest, but it is empty. He is not there. Maybe it is me, maybe it's the wrong room. I'm not very good at this. But where He was, even the empty space is sweet. I must be nearing. But I fear I might die of shock should I come running into the room and find my Lord sitting and waiting for me. His silence is deafening. His first words to me after what seem like eternity, were not words of love but stern admonishment. But it is true, to a very hungry person, even the most bitter food taste sweet. If He must say only one sentence, even scolding me would be good. And because of what He said to me, He has shown me that it is true, that my Lord is a very jelouse God. The book of Exodus was right. He only desired me all to Himself, I was never allowed to do anything, go anywhere, say anything, that He didn't want me to. Even to empty rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this who is so jelouse and protective over me? What is my worth to Him? How strange. The people who do not know Him, I don't know how on earth do they manage to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wicked is everything around me. Why do people desire peace? Peace akin to the false prophets of old who cried peace peace, while the true prophet said repent repent. I'm pretty sure it is peace and not Shalom they seek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113612790839670825?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113612790839670825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113612790839670825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2006/01/empty-room.html' title='The empty room'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113586124861473076</id><published>2005-12-29T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T05:00:48.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father of all Lies</title><content type='html'>When the Father of all Lies and his compadres shake me now, they casts their big shadow of doubt on me. They tell me I am losing my mind, I've got it all wrong, I'm  obsessed...that there is no such God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may cut a small and fragile figure to theirs. But inside of me, there is a temple with a flame that burns a so bright, there dwells a God so incomprehensibly powerful, that not one minion stays for even a little longer. I have, for too long, under estimated the meaning of Jehovah Shammah. I'm now taking a closer look at this something that is inside of me. How can such a something be in me, without me even knowing it. What is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take pride that I'm high on the hitlist of the Devil. I'm bad news in hell, very bad news. The apostles lived, breathed and taught as though time was so short, that Christ might appear tomorrow. That was just in the days of the first day. How much more with haste and caution and watchfulness should we live, we who live in the days of the third day. The day would come up upon us like a thief in the night. I wish the day would come tomorrow. But I may be ill prepared for the return of my King. And I do not wish to see people I know perish, or escape only as one escaping through the flames. This lifespan is the only time I have to make good my relationship with God. Once it's up, there is nothing more I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113586124861473076?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113586124861473076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113586124861473076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/father-of-all-lies.html' title='Father of all Lies'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113549958033293044</id><published>2005-12-24T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:36:31.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bible is not a big story book.</title><content type='html'>There is a God, and He is very real and powerful and ageless. Not just some old doddering grandfatherly figure who is slow at hand and forgetful. And finally I believe everything was written down so that we might have the powerful sword of the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*********************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rich church, an attendance of 200 strong came to commune on the eve of Christ's mass. In the congregation, rich and poor people unknowingly sat side by side. At the time of offering, my sight was blurry and so I used my ears. I heard nothing but the rustling of many banknotes against velvet. Then, I heard the clink of many shillings falling into the offering bag. I knew who they were. In the age of old, they would be the equivalent of house servents. My heart stopped. In this age and time, God has shown me yet that the story of Luke 21 is no fluke. No offering was too small for  God. Forgive us Father when in our pride we used quiet crispy banknotes, and scoffed at tinkling of coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*********************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writings are true. The hail fire and brimstones, the great floods and wars and miracles, the parables the teachings, the strange people the massive crowds. I now know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truely,&lt;br /&gt;the prodigal daughter of Luke 15:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113549958033293044?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113549958033293044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113549958033293044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/bible-is-not-big-story-book.html' title='The bible is not a big story book.'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113549583214214788</id><published>2005-12-24T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:32:51.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My High Priest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/400/1.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Jesus was praying in the garden of Gethsemene, He sweated blood. What was it that could move my Immanuel to such stress? What went on in the mind of my High Priest as He knelt there? How did He pray? I want to learn how to talk to my God. How to speak eloquently to Him. This is a God all seeing and all knowing. How can I come to Him in prayer not with a heart of hidden agenda, but to boldly pour out to Him what truly lingers on my mind and what truely  weighs in the shadows of my heart. I wish to speak to Him like how Abraham spoke to God in manner of great friendship. I wish to bring all my love and sins to Him like King David. Above all, I wish to have the courage to say what my High Priest said " Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will but yours be done"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113549583214214788?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113549583214214788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113549583214214788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-high-priest.html' title='My High Priest'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113549349826518621</id><published>2005-12-24T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:36:43.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome little birds</title><content type='html'>For weeks, I've been trying to catch God off guard with the small creatures He created. I inspected carefully, every small bird that crossed my path. I was looking for signs of disease, unhappiness and hunger. But every bird that came close to me seemed to be in the most perfect of health. Not one of their feathers were out of place. They always seemed very well groomed handsome little birds. I saw a pair who came and sat down near me in the sun. God gave them each a companion for life. I saw some talking and singing and puffing out their feathers. They were glorifying God by doing what He created them to do, to be birds. I even saw one with a worm in it's mouth. Where did it find the worm from? I've never seen any worms on the ground no matter how hard I look. I never found an unhappy bird. And so I concur :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 10:29&lt;br /&gt;Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 10:31&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid, you are worth more than many sparrows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113549349826518621?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113549349826518621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113549349826518621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/handsome-little-birds.html' title='Handsome little birds'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113504538911256189</id><published>2005-12-19T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:26:18.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My unworthiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/400/1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, a great gathering of friends turned up at dinner to bid that I fare well in all that I do. At my appointed place, at my time. Going where I wanted to go and eating where I wanted to eat. Turning up on my time. It was my night. At the crack of dawn, I was invited to Mass and breakfast in the priests' house. Being a big house, I arrived early, hid in one of the many rooms and dozed off. When I awoke to someone's laughter, I realized nobody could find me and so Mass had begun and ended without me. The perils of being lazy. But they found me and conducted another mass for me. One small odd shaped piece of bread was sitting in the plate, was broken, and was given to me. They prayed carefully for my journey's bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person has The Father fashioned with his own hands, that people could find a scrap of worthiness in her presence of being. What fashion of daughter is this, but only as one whom the Father fashioned with His own hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113504538911256189?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113504538911256189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113504538911256189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-unworthiness.html' title='My unworthiness'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113495833136672646</id><published>2005-12-18T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T18:12:11.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you are my God</title><content type='html'>If you tell me to go I'm gonna tell you I will,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I love you that much&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to stay and be still I will,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I love you that much&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to say in any form of prayer&lt;br /&gt;even if I'm afraid I will&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I love you that much&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, whatever, whenever I will, cuz I love you that much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113495833136672646?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113495833136672646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113495833136672646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/because-you-are-my-god.html' title='Because you are my God'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113471894101236162</id><published>2005-12-15T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:53:41.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Printing errors</title><content type='html'>The shelf price of a Bible justifies the labour gone into it's translation. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there seems to be printing errors in the Bible. It is after all printed by man made machines. The Bible used to be a jumble of words to me, with some words repeating double like a printing error, and small and big caps, punctuations at places that don't make sense, fancy big words that don't connect. That frustrated me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, many days later, I finally discovered the reason for some printing error look-alikes. Translated into english from it's original language, there was no printing error between the two words LORD and Lord. LORD is the translation of God's name, from Hebrew, while Lord is the translation of God's title status, from Greek and/or Hebrew. A very simple differentiation which made printed words on paper truely come alive as God's Word to me. Next morning, I woke up and had a strange feeling inside of me. Like I had a wonderful feast last night and was full and over flowing. Then I remembered the Word of God I read last night, and agree with all who say : God's word is the bread of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 8:1&lt;br /&gt;O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!&lt;br /&gt;O YAWEH, our Adonai, how majestic is your name in all the earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113471894101236162?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113471894101236162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113471894101236162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/printing-errors.html' title='Printing errors'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113422044137904223</id><published>2005-12-10T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T05:46:46.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If this is not love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/400/1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My last surf session at a break that I have come to love and know so well. I was surrounded by a beautiful bunch of surfers, strangers with the spirit of aloha that embodies the beauty of surfing. I felt like family at the surf. I felt like I had so many 'waves of my life'. God is with me everywhere I go, He even follows me at the surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after capoeira, I took a long walk home for dinner. I didn't have the cash for public transport or to go for dinner with my friends. But I was more than broke, I was down and out. As I walk past the familiar doorway of a church, there was the familiar homeless man who had made his home there. He was holding 3 bananas and as I was looking, he offered me one. I didn't take it, but I saw Christ in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my Lord does not make my life easier. There is a cross to carry. There is a price in following Christ. But today, I saw a new magnificent face of God. It was the face of love, unconditional steadfast timeless endless. And if God is not love, then what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113422044137904223?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113422044137904223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113422044137904223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-this-is-not-love.html' title='If this is not love'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113421857232252167</id><published>2005-12-10T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:30:35.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish &amp; Chips</title><content type='html'>After a day of surf, often we would head to the small fish&amp;chips shop up the road and tuck into a hot meal, watching the setting sun after another beautiful day. I love my slab of fish with a heap of chips, wrapped up in brown paper, with lots of salt &amp; pepper. We would compare our rides, argue about the swell and just laugh. This is what fish &amp; chips mean to me. I also love breakfast at McDonalds. Every morning of race weekend, we would struggle to wake up at sunrise, with incredibly aching bodies from practice sessions and load up the bikes in the morning cold. We would pull up into the drive-thru, sometimes we would sit down to eat. Warm muffins and cold juice kicks in for the day, the kind of day that would make us more fortunate than many other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thousand years ago, the greatest love of my life was doing the same with his disciples. By the sea of Galilee, Jesus started a warm fire and cooked some fish and bread and invited his disciples to shore for breakfast. They were poor and tired fishermen. At his powerful word, they cast one last time and drew up such a catch that the net should have broken but &lt;i&gt;it didn't&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son of God, rose again, and of all things, He found time to sit down and make breakfast and wait for the disciples to have a meal together. If this is not love, tell me what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113421857232252167?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113421857232252167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113421857232252167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/fish-chips.html' title='Fish &amp; Chips'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113370456771093903</id><published>2005-12-04T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T06:06:40.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/200/1.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this book. It says Basic Christian Beliefs I need to know? What do I not know? I was about to be unhappy. But by the grace of God who gave me understanding of holy fear, gave me also wisdom and understanding as promised in Psalms111:10. I have always wanted to know why God does what He does. Now even though I know, and it is &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; merely the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;This I know. &lt;br /&gt;I was about to get ahead of myself. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly being surrounded and coddled by an inspirational privy of God's family, priests, pastors, Godly men and women from all walks. All holding me as examplary, making me feel special, sometimes even more special that others. The devil was indeed quick and cunning in oportunities, trying to make me don a robe of self righteousness, not to mention trying to attack me again for a day and half. Such futility. God quickly rescued me and taught me instead to wear a robe of Godly Righteousness. I had come to a point in my thirst that I should quench it with reading and expositing the Word of God in it's original language: Greek, Hebrew and ofcourse lastly, what Hollywood dubbed as a dead language when Mel Gibson made the Passion of Christ, Aramic. But I was about to get ahead of myself. Hence God gave this book, of all books, to my pastor to give to me. Basic Christian Beliefs to humble me and anchor my understanding, preparing me for even greater understanding. I can imagine how I will come under attack again and again, as the devil fear the body of Christ growing from strength to strength. I am polishing my swordplay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113370456771093903?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113370456771093903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113370456771093903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to basics'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113352511387551380</id><published>2005-12-02T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T04:32:33.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deuteronomy 18:10</title><content type='html'>I watched some clips of a popular street magician called Cyril. He would give David Blaine a run for his money for sure. Then I wondered how many of these magicians were Christians. Not that I've heard of any, and it is hard to imagine so anyway. I must imagine what they did in their spare time to train their minds for such magic performances...tai chi, meditation, kabalah? I used to love astrology and knew it well, and looked to it in all sorts of predicaments and predictions. Sometimes startlingly accurate, sometimes sourly gone wrong. So saying, I used to practice the occult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deuteronomy 18:10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Let no one be found among you who sacrifices his son or daughter in the fire, who practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft, or casts spells, or who is a medium or spiritist or who consults the dead." &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the word deuteronomy means 'second law'. Looking to anything else but God is to belittle Him, to commit spiritual adultry. To take Satan's lie that in gaining knowledge we can play a god. God will confuse and make fools of such people, and He turns His face away from them. How can someone follow my Lord yet hide a flithy good luck item in a corner. Yet how can someone follow my Lord and plaster rooms and walls with statues and pictures of The Cross, Jesus, Mother Mary, in a bid to??? ward off evil? Do they not know without faith, it is but nothing?  All the filthy abominations that have sneaked into my daily surroundings : yin yang symbols, feng shui, fortune cookies, tarot cards, horoscopes, dream interpretations, palmistry, good luck items. List goes on, but should I see them in my home...they will not desecrate the temple of God and I will not hesitate to destroy and be rid of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113352511387551380?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113352511387551380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113352511387551380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/12/deuteronomy-1810.html' title='Deuteronomy 18:10'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113341470580372564</id><published>2005-11-30T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T05:15:24.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread &amp; Wine of Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/320/1.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once, I was at the end of the road and I saw my destination as Hell. As I crumpled down to weep and wait for judgement, I did not pray as I had nothing left of me. I looked around for God's presence but it was quiet and very still and I waited for evil to claim me...but though evil was near it was held at bay just meters from me. I kept looking at my hands, they were covered with a thin layer of blood though I felt no pain. Visions of blood dripped down my forehead. It puzzled me as I could not identify who's blood it was. The power of that thin layer of blood saved me from the hands of evil. I just sat in the empty quiet stillness for a long time, until I found the strength to stand up and continued on with the remaining hours of that day. Eventually, I recognized that blood belonged to Jesus. His blood was spilled for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such great sacredness and how great the promises in the partaking of the Holy Communion. In one body in Christ, nothing can seperate me from His love. I intend to fully lay hold of every single promise made for the Family of God. The communion of the bread, the body that was broken as much as for you as it was for me. The blood was shed for as much as you as it was for me. Catholic, Anglican, Pentecostal, Methodist, Presbytherian, Baptist...with all the promises that The Cross holds, He came for the sinners. My Father came for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113341470580372564?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113341470580372564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113341470580372564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/11/bread-wine-of-promises.html' title='Bread &amp; Wine of Promises'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113335996743687354</id><published>2005-11-30T05:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:22:50.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread for the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/200/1.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I read Peter Steele's Bread for the Journey, I come to think of the much bread that I've been blessed with for my journey, and I sometimes think back on my irreverence when in the mighty presence of God. &lt;br /&gt;Oft I think of an incident a decade ago, when I had the chance to see God and well, pretty much blew it...not surprisingly. I wonder why God would show a small band of mostly not very significant christians with mostly not very great faith, friday after fridays, miracles after miracles and wonderous visons after visions. Those meetings have stopped since. But in those visions, I had my very own guardian angel which I still have, and we sometimes took off our shoes as we entered the room and there were warm presence of angels in the room. There were elderly men and women who despite their age bowed down with their face on the floor as they prayed. Me, I can't believe I had the audicity to be sitting upright praying. WOE IS ME. I missed that chance. And when we were given the chance to see God should we believed so, I totally had no idea what I was even looking for. I just stared real hard at the floor looking for some mysto appearence. What great commotion after the meeting, and not surprisingly, given the condition of most of our faith, nobody saw anything. Me, I just said I saw something frightening. Because as I stared at the floor so hard, I 'saw' something which gripped me in greatest fear and I felt unable to move as I desperately tried to draw my sight away.It went away but I never knew what that was about. Woe was me. I was frightened beyond fright. Woe is me. I had missed my chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I known what I know now, I would have been rejoicing with such opportunity of being in such close proximity with God's glory. I would have asked Him so much questions. I would have attended with great joy and anticipation. I would have fallen flat on my face with holy fear. I would have bared my whole heart and soul unto Him. I should have given Him my fullest adoration and proclaimation of love. I would have treated the divine with more than just the excitement of a candy flossed circus visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still now, I get plenty of bread for my journey. All sorts of bread. All carefully kept for the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113335996743687354?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113335996743687354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113335996743687354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/11/bread-for-journey_30.html' title='Bread for the Journey'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16684747.post-113309782475320613</id><published>2005-11-27T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T05:31:15.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Providence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/1600/1.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6224/1590/200/1.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I follow where the Spirit leads me, I take the honoured seat of a co-pilot. And I have the best view of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I saw how God provided me with dinner on friday night worship when all I had was $2.  How I ended up at a restaurent after that with fellow church members even though I wouldn't be able to afford anything. How someone ordered and shared his fried pepper squid with me. How I ended up sitting next to this woman. And against all odds, how this woman offered to help drive my friend to a chinese church, the exact chinese church that my friend wouldn't be able to attend as it was moving out to the suburbs. I saw how God provided me with money as I found $2 in the tram and bought a sushi roll with it. I saw how God helped me find the discount box of $1 strawberries in the supermarket so that I could have a nice dessert to close my night. I saw how God lead me to refine my servant heart with a group of people. I saw how God fed me with delicious food that I would otherwise would not have, through this same group of people. I saw how God became my hands and feet and eyes and mind as His Spirit came upon me and I did things with skills that I had no idea I posessed. I saw how God provided me with the comfort of a circle of family in Christ who strengthened and encouraged me. I saw how God used all of my providence as a providence for some one else. I saw how God provided me with His depthless love and grace and joy and zeal to draw on to get me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this seat as co-pilot, from the moment of my waking in the morning to the landing of the nights, the view is exhilarating and breath taking. Unfortunately, there is insufficient time and no such words worthy or accurate enough to document such a happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16684747-113309782475320613?l=powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113309782475320613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16684747/posts/default/113309782475320613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powerofthelivinggod.blogspot.com/2005/11/providence.html' title='Providence'/><author><name>What Would Sheep Eat</name><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></entry></feed>
