<?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-8682255171615573235</id><updated>2011-09-28T20:42:28.368-04:00</updated><category term='laughter'/><category term='value'/><category term='the devil'/><category term='Willie Mays'/><category term='blood of Jesus'/><category term='church'/><category term='price God paid'/><category term='flee'/><category term='how much are you worth'/><category term='presence of God'/><category term='C.S. Lewis'/><category term='awaken'/><category term='roosters'/><category term='river'/><category term='joy'/><category term='submit to God'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='Ezekiel'/><category term='resist'/><title type='text'>Waking Up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-1204090999690202581</id><published>2011-01-21T08:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:10:26.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Subscribe to The Awakening Blog or Waking Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TToC869TpMI/AAAAAAAAANA/zDYbCFZ9cZM/s1600/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TToC869TpMI/AAAAAAAAANA/zDYbCFZ9cZM/s200/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564763535211472066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TToBB8BzQOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6BkrEey6aWQ/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Subscribers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know I have a new website and blog that is taking the place of my initial one. I hope you will re-subscribe to it. In order to subscribe to the new blog/website you must go to the website, theawakeningblog.com, and look in the left sidebar. There you'll see that I have added an     email subscription function.  All you need to do is press     that button and enter your email address and you will     automatically receive updates from my new blogs. Then, you will receive a confirmation     email and should click "confirm" and you will be all set. Spread the word. I write some good stuff! Sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-1204090999690202581?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/1204090999690202581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-subscribe-to-awakening-blog-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/1204090999690202581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/1204090999690202581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-subscribe-to-awakening-blog-or.html' title='To Subscribe to The Awakening Blog or Waking Up.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TToC869TpMI/AAAAAAAAANA/zDYbCFZ9cZM/s72-c/-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-7412464595165937704</id><published>2011-01-19T11:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:48:33.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW WEBSITE AND NEW BLOG POSTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TTcVw9RHvOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sAnSjlQoBR4/s1600/RM%2BBioPic%2BB%2526W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TTcVw9RHvOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sAnSjlQoBR4/s200/RM%2BBioPic%2BB%2526W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563939795463814370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new website and just posted a new blog on it. To find it go to http://www.theawakeningblog.com. In the coming days I will have a link set up so that you can sign up to automatically get each blog when it is posted. Thanks for all your comments and I hope you enjoy the new site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-7412464595165937704?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/7412464595165937704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-website-and-new-blog-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7412464595165937704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7412464595165937704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-website-and-new-blog-posted.html' title='NEW WEBSITE AND NEW BLOG POSTED'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TTcVw9RHvOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sAnSjlQoBR4/s72-c/RM%2BBioPic%2BB%2526W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-7168565246288229017</id><published>2010-12-24T07:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T06:47:15.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ROOM FOR HIM IN THE INN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TRSez9Jj8FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iu7pQRzzrnQ/s1600/NoVacancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TRSez9Jj8FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iu7pQRzzrnQ/s400/NoVacancy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554238855879848018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TRSek8Us3II/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pIcC09YJKRs/s1600/NoVacancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One statement I have noticed of late in the Christmas story is: "...because there was no room for them in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; inn" (Luke 2:7). It occurred to me that Jesus was intended to be born in a specific place identified as 'the' inn but because the owners didn't make room for Him, his birth happened in another place, a stable. That speaks of God's intentions for one person being deflected to another. He intended one person to bear Him in a certain manner but that person wasn't open, so God went to the next one. He intended one church to have a certain deposit of glory in it but there was no room so He went to another location. I have often wondered how much of God I have missed by being too closed, too full, too busy, too smart, too religious, too distracted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much have you missed? How much of Him do you want? How open are you? All of these questions we should ask ourselves and answer as honestly as possible so that we can be ready next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you now, inn or stable?&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/8682255171615573235-7168565246288229017?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/7168565246288229017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-room-for-him-in-inn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7168565246288229017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7168565246288229017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-room-for-him-in-inn.html' title='NO ROOM FOR HIM IN THE INN'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TRSez9Jj8FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iu7pQRzzrnQ/s72-c/NoVacancy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-2925312048008724586</id><published>2010-12-19T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:44:32.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TQ4aYfLRhJI/AAAAAAAAAME/YElJiSjfq9o/s1600/breen20081218.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TQ4aYfLRhJI/AAAAAAAAAME/YElJiSjfq9o/s320/breen20081218.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552404398582367378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility, the remarkable characteristic of the God who has every reason and right not to be, is embedded in the details of the birth of Christ Jesus. He was born in a stable! Much of what C.S. Lewis communicated resonates with me. He wrote in The Last Battle, "In our world too, a stable once had something inside it that was bigger than our whole world". He also said of the Lord, "God is not proud...He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him." As I consider obscure scripture not often read or considered but just as authoritative as John 3:16 I marvel at the God who would take up residence, not just visit, but take up residence in a burning desert thorn bush. Moses blessed the offspring of Joseph with these words:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Blessed...with the precious things of the earth and its fullness, and the favor of Him who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dwelt&lt;/span&gt; in the bush. Let the blessing come on the head of Joseph, and on the crown of the head of him who was separate from his brothers."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;'Dwelt' does not mean to visit temporarily, but is defined in just the opposite way -'to lodge',  'to reside or permanently stay'. You may think that God got to the bush 15 minutes before Moses did that day, but that is not the case. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dwelt&lt;/span&gt; there! All of us want, yea even need, the favor of God, but how many of us are willing to receive the 'favor of Him who dwelt in the bush'? That kind of favor helped deliver 2,000,000 Jews from terrible bondage under the control of the most ruthless despot of their generation. But that kind of favor comes in the context of foolishness and humility. A talking bush? A burning talking bush who claims to be the uncreated God?  Try explaining that kind of blessing to those who are so tied to the realm of the earth, so tied to their own reason and religious concepts that they would consider such an encounter as coming from 'the dark side'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was born in a stable which was likely just a cave, a room carved into the side of a hill. Animals lived there. It was dirty. The bible records it this way, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And she brought forth her first-born Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn" (Luke 2:7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You could translate this verse another way, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in rags and  used a feed trough for his bed, because there was no room for them anywhere else". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The Christmas story has been so gilded with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; sentiment that sometimes it is difficult to grasp the profundity of what happened. The One who created everything became a man and was born in a dirty place and first slept in a trough from which animals fed. The most stable person in the universe was born in a stable...this play on words has within it a wonderful truth. True stability in life comes from true humility. But many shy away from the kind of foolishness that can deposit that kind of true humility. That is another one of God's paradoxes. He uses foolish even unstable situations to create stability within us and to impart His glory to us. God is serious about revealing His glory and imparting His glory, but how many of us will embrace the odd way in which God does so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God still resides in a burning bush. That means that even until this day our God reveals Himself in unusual ways, ways easy to disregard, ways that offend our religious sensibilities, ways that we would never choose. Why? God is humble. Men are proud. He does it to help us change. We need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-2925312048008724586?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/2925312048008724586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/12/stable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/2925312048008724586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/2925312048008724586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/12/stable.html' title='THE STABLE'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TQ4aYfLRhJI/AAAAAAAAAME/YElJiSjfq9o/s72-c/breen20081218.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-276680909165154279</id><published>2010-12-07T07:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:34:40.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME THINGS I LIKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TP4n1iScy-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/CbmqhbfEEBk/s1600/2002%2BPictures%2B394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TP4n1iScy-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/CbmqhbfEEBk/s200/2002%2BPictures%2B394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547915591657769954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;C.S. Lewis reflected on the Psalms this way, "The most valuable thing the Psalms do for me is to express the same delight in God which made David dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love -the presence of God, the wonderful emotional responses that God invokes in my heart, the colors I find in creation, the joy of the Lord that renders a man speechless, the kind of joyful infusion the Holy Spirit can bring that causes a man to laugh repeatedly-ridiculously-hilariously-unashamedly-loudly-obnoxiously, the profound&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hope-fullness&lt;/span&gt; the gospel brings when fully believed and unhesitatingly trusted, the tears that flow and the melting of the heart kind pathos of seeing the mercy of God and the redemptive sufferings of Jesus, my children enjoying 'their' God, the presence of God, my wife when she looks at me a certain way and when she talks baby talk to her grandchildren, the fragrance of the early days of spring, the 'fresh aired' first days of fall, the changing colors of the leaves on Carolina trees, hitting a home run in Little League, a Five Guys bacon cheese burger, Thanksgiving dinner, losing weight, preaching when anointed, seeing sick people healed, riding my bike, printing a mysterious picture I have photographed, the presence of God, talking with friends about God, corporate high-level worship, the God who so delights in us that when we see Him as He is it makes old, fat, out of shape, men in suits and ties want to dance in public even with their bosses watching. Those are just a few of the things I like, not in any particular order and written for no particular reason other than I wanted to, this is my blog after all, and so that others could think about theirs and praise God so long and loud and hard that they pulled a muscle or popped a blood vessel in one of their eyes or got hoarse...just because Jesus is Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-276680909165154279?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/276680909165154279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-things-i-like.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/276680909165154279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/276680909165154279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-things-i-like.html' title='SOME THINGS I LIKE'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TP4n1iScy-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/CbmqhbfEEBk/s72-c/2002%2BPictures%2B394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-6972286126401098121</id><published>2010-12-01T12:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:10:00.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Assigning Intent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TPZ4MQQL8yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FRx3LvBfw2o/s1600/bean_04-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TPZ4MQQL8yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FRx3LvBfw2o/s200/bean_04-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545752143069967138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people struggle with bitterness. It is one of the most pervasive problems in the American church. Bitterness is often the result of un-forgiveness. Many who are bitter are long term believers, probably because they have been around the church long enough to suffer some of the inevitable consequences of living in relationship with other flawed folks. Someone once told me they weren't going to church any more because the church was filled with hypocrites. That's a classic conclusion of a bitter person. I responded, "Well, the Super WalMart is filled with hypocrites too but you go down there twice a week!". My personal opinion is that everyone is a hypocrite, maybe not a practicing one, but at least a former one and very potentially, a future one as well. We should treat our own hypocrisy like alcoholics treat alcoholism. "Hello. My name is Robin. I am a hypocrite!" Actually it may be true that the only people who emerge from hypocrisy are those who own their own hypocritical ways. That means then that I'm not a hypocrite! (...oops. I think maybe I fell back into it again. Oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you forgive and overcome bitterness? We know we should forgive, Jesus said so:&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him that your Father in heaven may also forgive your trespasses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know God  won't forgive us, to some degree, if we don't forgive others: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...but if you don't forgive, neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses"...(Mt. 11:25).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;We know we will be subject to torment if we don't forgive others (see Mt. 18:34-35); but how do you do it?  To the best of my knowledge Jesus revealed only one 'how to' when it came to forgiving someone when He said,&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do" (Luke 23:34).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; His statement reveals a hidden key: Getting free from un-forgiveness lies in not assigning intent to another person's actions. If people don't know why they do what they do, then we should stop assuming we know as well. Think about it. How many of us truly understand why we do what we do? So, if we don't understand why we act as we do, and we know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; much better than we could possibly know anyone else, then why should we assume we know the motives of other people.  Judging other people's motives is rooted in pride and that is exactly what God resists...even in us. That assigning of intent locks us into our judgment of them and the bitterness that follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a great idea.  Realize that people don't know what they are doing and stop taking life so personally. You may find that you get a 'get out of jail free' card as a result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-6972286126401098121?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/6972286126401098121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/10/assigning-intent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/6972286126401098121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/6972286126401098121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/10/assigning-intent.html' title='Assigning Intent'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TPZ4MQQL8yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FRx3LvBfw2o/s72-c/bean_04-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-7798456239824230125</id><published>2010-11-18T08:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:30:01.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW BUSH ADMINISTRATION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TOU3KPo8HmI/AAAAAAAAALk/vAn8NxhnfOY/s1600/burning-bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TOU3KPo8HmI/AAAAAAAAALk/vAn8NxhnfOY/s320/burning-bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540895565685726818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up in the early hours one Sunday a.m. praying, thinking, wondering about what to speak later that morning at a local Presbyterian Church when the Lord whispered to me (in only the way He can) that it was time for a 'New Bush Administration'. At first I wasn't sure about the meaning of what I had heard from the Lord. I wondered if He was talking about our current political situation, then it dawned on me that He was not talking about George Herbert or George W Bush, our two former presidents, or of their style or persuasion of government. He was speaking of the encounter Moses had with God at the burning bush, and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;administration&lt;/span&gt; of power and glory that was released to the people of God from that encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It is time for a new 'Bush Administration', a time when the foolishness of God puts to shame the so called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt; of our age and their wisdom! A time when the weak things of the world put to shame the things which are mighty (see I Corinthians 1:26-31). A time when we enjoy the 'favor of Him who dwelt in the bush', as Moses prayed for the heritage of Joseph in Deuteronomy 33:16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the conversation Moses had with the elders of Israel as he attempted to convince them that he was the man to deliver them from their bondage. Perhaps they asked him, "How was it that God spoke to you? What is this God's name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses may have responded; "Well...uh...you see...I was following my sheep on the backside of the desert...and there was this bush...it was on fire and...and it didn't go out...and then the bush spoke to me...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bush spoke to you?!?" they responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, yes...and then He told me that His name ..."I Am That I Am!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you get the picture. God's foolishness is much wiser than man's wisdom. The encounter Moses had at that burning bush enabled him to dislodge from cruel bondage, two million Hebrew slaves. By knowing God in that unique way Moses withstood the anger and authority of the most powerful government of his day. We need just such a divine administration now, for whenever the church leaves the supernatural power of God it loses it's influence and authority to effect change in our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this week I was visiting a brand new 21st century multi-million dollar seeker friendly multi-media facility type church that the Lord is using to touch many in my city. I am truly grateful for the blessing and effectiveness of that ministry. While I was there I met one of the staff members who said to me, "Just imagine how much more effective the apostles could have been in the book of Acts if they had access to all of this technology!" Later I thought, "Just imagine how much more effective &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; would be if we walked in the same level of raw power, authority, and anointing that they had!". They turned the world upside down. Ours is still right side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for a new "Bush Administration!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-7798456239824230125?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/7798456239824230125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-bush-administration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7798456239824230125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7798456239824230125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-bush-administration.html' title='A NEW BUSH ADMINISTRATION!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TOU3KPo8HmI/AAAAAAAAALk/vAn8NxhnfOY/s72-c/burning-bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-1522437253828981881</id><published>2010-11-06T10:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:43:47.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT ROOTS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TNqt6iQjZAI/AAAAAAAAALc/nNYll-SMn30/s1600/tree_roots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TNqt6iQjZAI/AAAAAAAAALc/nNYll-SMn30/s320/tree_roots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537929912945697794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking at a tree one does not normally consider its roots although they are vitally important. Without them the tree would not flourish, not bear fruit, and not even survive. Some trees have as many large roots under ground as they do primary limbs above ground, like a mirror image of the visible part of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives follow a similar pattern. It's the hidden life, the spiritual disciplines and relationship with God that sustain and nurture the visible aspects of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Bible verses is Jeremiah 17:7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, and whose hope is the Lord. For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters, which spreads out its roots by the river, and will not fear (lit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'see'&lt;/span&gt;) when heat comes; But its leaf will be green, and will not be anxious in the year of drought, nor will cease from yielding fruit."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Trusting  God, an essential yet invisible function of our spiritual lives is like our spiritual root structure. Without it we will neither flourish nor survive as Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jeremiah 17:5-6 the prophet also identifies what happens when we don't have this trust in God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh his strength, whose heart departs from the Lord. For he shall be like a shrub in the desert, and shall not see when good comes, but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land which is not inhabited."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jeremiah concluded that when a man does not trust the Lord he does not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'see good when it comes'&lt;/span&gt;. God is so good that He tries to help those who don't trust Him but when He sends good their way they are in no condition to recognize it. When the rains come that person has no root system to draw up any water. How sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Develop a good root system and sink your roots deeply into God. "How?", you may ask. By the normal simple ways: If you want something to live, feed it. If you want something to die, starve it. Develop your spiritual life by feeding your faith, by feeding on the faithfulness of God, and by focusing on what the Bible says about Him, about us, and and about every other important thing in our lives. Pray. Ask Him questions and wait for the answers to come in unusual ways. Be thankful as a life style, and forgive those who sin against you. These simple things will serve you well in building your spiritual root system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-1522437253828981881?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/1522437253828981881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/11/got-roots.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/1522437253828981881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/1522437253828981881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/11/got-roots.html' title='GOT ROOTS?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TNqt6iQjZAI/AAAAAAAAALc/nNYll-SMn30/s72-c/tree_roots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-8710597002320518637</id><published>2010-10-19T19:54:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:47:49.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A STORY ABOUT MY DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TL43Op2z6OI/AAAAAAAAALE/ceK6D6WBGDQ/s1600/THERMOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TL43Op2z6OI/AAAAAAAAALE/ceK6D6WBGDQ/s320/THERMOS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529918117350992098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in the 1950's when I was a kid and my dad was much younger, he used to drive a car pool of guys to the factory where they worked. One day my dad showed up with a brand new thermos (like the one to the left), you know, that metal tube that keeps stuff hot or cold. He was the first one in his crowd to get one.&lt;br /&gt;The old ones were pretty fragile because they were made of a silver coated glass bottle inside the metal outer shell. You screwed off the top and could use it for a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he made the rounds picking up his friends one of them asked him about his thermos: "What you got there Johnny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said, "Its something new...they call it a thermos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend said, "What does it do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad responded, "It makes your lunch time better 'cause it keeps hot things hot and cold things cold!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend said, "Man, I'm gonna get me one of those by tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Dad first showed his friend his thermos. By Monday morning both of them had 'em. Dads was green, his friends was red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad saw his friend's thermos he said, "Hey Burt, great! You got a thermos too! What you got in yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great excitement he exclaimed, "A cup of coffee and two popsickles!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note:&lt;br /&gt;(Sometimes you just need to laugh, even if the joke's not funny...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-8710597002320518637?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/8710597002320518637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/10/story-about-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8710597002320518637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8710597002320518637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/10/story-about-my-dad.html' title='A STORY ABOUT MY DAD'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TL43Op2z6OI/AAAAAAAAALE/ceK6D6WBGDQ/s72-c/THERMOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-2141899044815330779</id><published>2010-09-11T11:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:15:21.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger of Bitterness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TIvrcFdM0jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mamXf2lD-30/s1600/Blog+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TIvrcFdM0jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mamXf2lD-30/s320/Blog+Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515761036378821170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 34th wedding anniversary. As a result of my poor planning I am in a hotel room in south Florida preparing for the next service in a friend's church in the midst of a small outpouring of the Spirit. People are getting healed and happy and I am thrilled anytime I see God do such wonderful things. I am happy to be here and wish I were home with Donna, all at the same conflicted time. As anniversaries sometimes promote, I find myself contemplative, looking back and looking forward at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here in the Marriott, one thing I have been considering is that the church has been enduring a terrible plague, not just the cancer one, or the immoral one, but the one called bitterness. Years back I realized that in Jesus' very small circle of intimate friends five or six of them had the same name, Mary. How unnatural to have so many close close friends with the same name and how significant must it be when it is the Son of God who does!&lt;br /&gt;I once asked the Lord, "Why so many Mary's". The answer I got takes a full hour to preach to explain all I saw and understood. Suffice it to say that Mary's name is rooted in an ancient word for 'bitterness' -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mara&lt;/span&gt;. You may remember from the book of Ruth that when Naomi bitterly returned home to Bethlehem Judah, after losing her husband, her children, and her wealth, she said "Call me not Naomi (meaning 'pleasant') but call me Mara ('bitter'): for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me (Ruth 1:20)." The multiple Mary's surrounded Jesus as a prophetic picture of the proliferation of the bitterness problem among His people, and of His ability to heal people just like that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In Naomi's case the Lord sovereignly put in her life Ruth, a daughter in law, and Boaz, a wealthy landowner. They married and had a child that healed Naomi's broken heart.Their child was in the lineage of Jesus, the one who heals the broken hearted.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All of this points to how Jesus can heal bitter people&lt;/span&gt;, but often bitter people don't want to be healed, they want to be right!&lt;br /&gt;The scripture gives us a sober warning in Hebrews 12:15; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled;"&lt;/span&gt; I understand this verse two ways; (1) roots of bitterness defile many people, and (2) one root in an influential person defiles many other people. Both are true. I lived in a Christian community for over eight years. I was young, headstrong, and barely married six months when Donna and I moved into it with some other great zealous folks. It started grandly. It ended poorly. Everyone was to blame. No one understood how things fell apart the way they did. We all tried to determine whose fault it was. I left bitter.&lt;br /&gt;In my long 7 year trip through that bitterness the Lord eventually revealed to me that everyone who desires to be truly spiritual will at some point need to choose to follow one of two pathways: the way of bitterness or the way of brokenness. If you want to be healed you can break, admit your wrong, refuse to demand personal vindication, even allow your good to be evil spoken of, allow the cross to work deeply to yield a greater resurrection, or stay in your bitterness and defile those around you, even the ones you love. True brokenness makes you a kind person, one who is gracious to all. Its up to you. What do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis concluded that 'tribulations cannot cease until God either sees us remade or sees that our remaking is now hopeless'. As unambitious and small as it may seem, one of my chief aspirations in life is to end my spiritual race as a joyful person. So many seem to fall into the dangerous trap of bitterness and it breaks my heart. How about you? What are you?&lt;br /&gt;Bitter...or broken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-2141899044815330779?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/2141899044815330779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/09/danger-of-bitterness.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/2141899044815330779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/2141899044815330779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/09/danger-of-bitterness.html' title='Danger of Bitterness'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TIvrcFdM0jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mamXf2lD-30/s72-c/Blog+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-5701706109390918201</id><published>2010-08-13T08:20:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T12:31:56.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willie Mays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how much are you worth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood of Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price God paid'/><title type='text'>A PERSONS VALUE Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/THEc2r6jjoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ujmpt7Xz-PM/s1600/WillieMays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/THEc2r6jjoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ujmpt7Xz-PM/s320/WillieMays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508215545077665410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something worth? Determining an object's value is an important process and is determined by a number of factors; rarity, condition, potential for increase, place in history, authenticity, and the price one is willing to pay. For instance, this picture of Willie Mays shows him at the genesis of his remarkable career, wearing a Minneapolis Millers minor league uniform from the 1951 season. Mays was arguably the greatest baseball player of all time, therefore his minor league uniform became highly valued by collectors of baseball memorabilia. Not knowing its historic value a gentleman bought this uniform for $50.00. He later verified it to be May's actual uniform when  he found a photograph of it showing the same tear on the jersey's right sleeve that his had. Being able to verify this uniform as being the actual one in the photograph made it worth much more than $50.00. It is currently valued at between $60,000.00 and $80,000.00. That is what collectors are willing to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought leads us to this question: "What are we worth?". It can be answered solely by what God was willing to pay for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  the previous blog, "A PERSON'S VALUE Part 1", we saw that a slave owner found no value in a 65 year old man named Ben. Nothing could be further from the truth, that someone might have no value! Our planet could be the only inhabited one in the vast un-ending sea of space. Consider the possibility that those of us on planet earth are the only people in all the universe. If that is so then each one of us, even the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; insignificant one of us, is extraordinarily rare. But whether that is true or not here is one thing we know; our value has been forever established by what our Father was willing to pay for us: His only Son, His shed blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis said, "He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less". Have you determined &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;value the same way the Lord did? It will change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. What are you worth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-5701706109390918201?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/5701706109390918201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/08/persons-value-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/5701706109390918201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/5701706109390918201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/08/persons-value-part-2.html' title='A PERSONS VALUE Part 2'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/THEc2r6jjoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ujmpt7Xz-PM/s72-c/WillieMays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-9139835995730118573</id><published>2010-08-05T08:21:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:12:01.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A PERSON'S VALUE Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TGVAvMnex2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZCGYo_JFbvg/s1600/Slaves1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TGVAvMnex2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZCGYo_JFbvg/s320/Slaves1A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504877299115149154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While preaching in Tulsa, Oklahoma my wife and I visited the Gilcrease Museum. Advertised as 'one of the country's best facilities for the preservation and study of American art and history', it houses over 100,000 books, manuscripts, documents, and maps, some dating back to 1494, two years after Christopher Columbus landed on our shores. Among many rare and historic documents and paintings I viewed copies, not photo-copies, but original hand made copies of the Declaration of Independence and the Articles of Confederation, both signed by Benjamin Franklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write that I was impressed is a huge understatement, but a small one page handwritten document affected me the most. It was a two column inventory roll entitled the "Complete listing of the slaves of the Robert M. Compton estate with age, name, and their value Madison County Tenn. 1848".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On it a six year old boy named Cos was valued at $275.00. A twenty five year old male named Stephen was valued at $650.00, a young woman, Sylvia - $425.00. As I read this list my heart began to ache. But the most heart breaking record of all was this one, (and I record it here just as it appeared on the original inventory): "Old Ben, age 65, no value,  -0-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is a person worth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-9139835995730118573?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/9139835995730118573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/08/persons-value-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/9139835995730118573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/9139835995730118573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/08/persons-value-part-1.html' title='A PERSON&apos;S VALUE Part 1'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TGVAvMnex2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZCGYo_JFbvg/s72-c/Slaves1A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-8781652341951342171</id><published>2010-06-16T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:19:28.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Deere Covering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TBi_3yuyvuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bM3SvVI_KPg/s1600/John+Deere+Umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TBi_3yuyvuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bM3SvVI_KPg/s320/John+Deere+Umbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483343511555325666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before falling asleep one night I decided to quote a Bible verse and meditate on it as a spiritual exercise. Several times I quoted Galatians 2:20: &lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I but Christ lives in me: and the life I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God who loved me and gave Himself for me". &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something very unusual happened as I quoted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; '...who loved me and gave Himself for me'&lt;/span&gt;. Although lying in bed in the dark, I suddenly found myself under a huge green and yellow  wide striped tent that completely overshadowed me. As I quoted the verse several more times it happened twice more and I fell asleep. I didn't understand what it meant and completely forgot about it by the next day. On the way to work, the Lord reminded me of what happened the night before and asked me what I thought about it. When I told Him I didn't understand it He asked me to describe what had happened and exactly when the tent emerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "when I quoted Paul's words about Jesus loving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;('who loved me and gave Himself for me')&lt;/span&gt;, this large green and yellow 'John Deere' tent looking thing appeared over my head".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, "yes, John's dear to me!" When the Lord said that, I immediately thought of the relationship the Apostle John had with Jesus. He referred to himself four times as the 'disciple whom Jesus loved'. No one else called John that and that phrase doesn't appear in the other gospels, just his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was using the experience, the colors, and a play on words to show me in a unique, personal, and unforgettable way that He loved me like He loved John and that I had the same kind of connection to Him that John did. I too abide under His love, just like John, the disciple whom Jesus loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another morning as I was waking up the Lord whispered into my consciousness, "Each of my children is My favorite!". I perked up and thought about how wonderful the Lord is and how only He could truly relate to everyone that way. Then He said, "But, few people realize it!". Imagine being God's favorite person and not knowing it! How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you are God's favorite person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-8781652341951342171?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/8781652341951342171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/04/john-deere-covering.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8781652341951342171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8781652341951342171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/04/john-deere-covering.html' title='John Deere Covering'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/TBi_3yuyvuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bM3SvVI_KPg/s72-c/John+Deere+Umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-4372208619441056407</id><published>2010-04-27T06:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:22:39.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSPECTIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S9bIhyUdTBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6Ui3Lw5joR8/s1600/warrenspahn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S9bIhyUdTBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6Ui3Lw5joR8/s320/warrenspahn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464775680629492754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren Spahn, Baseball Hall of Fame pitcher for the Milwaukee Braves, was once asked by a sportswriter if he ever felt more pressure than when he pitched in the World Series. Spahn said 'well there was the Battle of the Bulge'. That was the largest and bloodiest battle America fought in World War II. It was a major German counter attack against the Allied forces in Europe. 800,000+ men participated and over 19,000 Americans died. Warren was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the winningest pitcher in his era of baseball, but pitching in the the World Series, the goal of every hurler who ever threw the ball, was just another game when compared to the horrors of war that Warren Spahn knew. I like his answer.  It keeps things in perspective. We need to remember to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going through today? So much of what we worry about is of little eternal consequence. It might just be time to lighten up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-4372208619441056407?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/4372208619441056407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/04/perspective.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4372208619441056407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4372208619441056407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/04/perspective.html' title='PERSPECTIVE'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S9bIhyUdTBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6Ui3Lw5joR8/s72-c/warrenspahn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-3546600678171114437</id><published>2010-04-19T15:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:07:38.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ON TRACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S8y3t8fMB9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/a2qeXZ_egNU/s1600/SteamEngine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S8y3t8fMB9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/a2qeXZ_egNU/s320/SteamEngine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461942448052504530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important is it to be on track, to be in the right place at the right time? Very important! A friend of mine has often said; "The wrong road never does become the right road." You need to be where you are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's family owned a railroad in South Carolina. Before you assume I come from money realize that our R.R. was only 4 miles long, went forwards to Due West and backwards to Donalds. My grandfather went to the big RR conventions and once told the owner of Southern Railway, who had many miles of track, "Your RR may be longer but mine is just as wide". Once a cow got on my grandfather's track, but the loud high pitched whistle couldn't chase him off in time. Naturally the farmer complained to my grandfather about the loss of his cow who in turn chewed out the engineer. Ole Charley Hawthorne, the engineer, responded very apologetically but then said to my grandfather, "But Mr. Bob, I didn't chase that cow down through the woods and run over him!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the wrong place at the wrong time can cost us a lot. The moral of the story is if the cow hadn't been on the track he wouldn't have gotten hit. He may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but we need to be in the right place at the right time so that the good thing we are supposed to find will find us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-3546600678171114437?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/3546600678171114437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-track.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3546600678171114437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3546600678171114437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-track.html' title='ON TRACK'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S8y3t8fMB9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/a2qeXZ_egNU/s72-c/SteamEngine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-760178357739870095</id><published>2010-04-14T11:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:31:59.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>INHIBITED OR INHABITED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S8XfMQHOyLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lkELi4Ae9cQ/s1600/Monk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S8XfMQHOyLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lkELi4Ae9cQ/s320/Monk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460015524833314994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often folks who should experience and enjoy the presence of the Lord don't and don't know why. Many times it is because they are living in the 'presence of men' instead of in the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;Notice this Psalm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh, how great is Your goodness, Which You have laid up for those who fear You, Which You have prepared for those who trust in You In the presence of the sons of men! You shall hide them in the secret place of Your presence From the plots of man; You shall keep them secretly in a pavilion From the strife of tongues" (Psalms 31:19-20). &lt;/blockquote&gt;God consciousness is something that must be cultivated to have on a continual basis. Down through the ages men and women have cloistered themselves away from society, attempting to live in the presence of God, but that doesn't usually work. The reason is that 'you' are still there even when cloistered away. Just because many people aren't close by to make you angry or jealous or resentful, doesn't mean that you aren't still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'angry, jealous, or resentful&lt;/span&gt;'! The real challenge is to live before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; while living with and/or around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'them'&lt;/span&gt;. As the Psalmist wrote:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over" (Psalms 23:5). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, Psalm 23 describes the goodness of our Shepherd who provides us with all we need, (I shall not want), give us rest in places of beauty and bounty, (makes me lie down in green pastures), provides us with true refreshment, (leads me besides still waters), recovers our vitality, (restores my soul), also, has revealed that the place where we are anointed and where our cup runs over is at a table prepared for us "in the presence of our enemies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenging arena where we cultivate His presence is in the presence of the sons of men as we learn to trust God and become more concerned about what He thinks then what men think. It is time to stop being inhibited and become inhabited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-760178357739870095?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/760178357739870095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/inhibited-or-inhabited.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/760178357739870095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/760178357739870095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/inhibited-or-inhabited.html' title='INHIBITED OR INHABITED?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S8XfMQHOyLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lkELi4Ae9cQ/s72-c/Monk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-972299561278244601</id><published>2010-04-03T13:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:19:46.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTORY OR TRUTH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S7d27cMMfoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_8A37y9hx4E/s1600/Justic+Peeking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S7d27cMMfoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_8A37y9hx4E/s320/Justic+Peeking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455960237134347906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis once complemented a friend by describing him this way: "You saw at once he was the sort of man who welcomed attacks on his own favourite beliefs and who was ready to give his whole attention to what you said without any irrelevant consideration of who you were. He was very fair and patient in discussion and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;talked for truth not victory&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for the truth is essential to anyone who aspires to greatness regardless of what side of the argument one lands on. Truth is blind in a sense and should be. It doesn't have one eye open to adjust to a political persuasion, a particular ethnic group, a person's pride, position, or any thing else. In the profound words of Carolina Panthers head football coach John Fox, "It is what it is!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth has a life of its own and cannot die. Philosophies, opinions, ideas, ideologies, dogmas, positions, arguments, come and go. Some of them, like Communism, appear to prevail but eventually they crumble because ultimately, as the Apostle Paul wrote in II Corinthians 13:8, you can do nothing against the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Winston Churchill said, "Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened". Do you have a love for the truth, or do you have to win? If you win at the expense of the truth you could lose more than you know. You could lose your very soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-972299561278244601?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/972299561278244601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/04/victory-or-truth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/972299561278244601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/972299561278244601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/04/victory-or-truth.html' title='VICTORY OR TRUTH?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S7d27cMMfoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_8A37y9hx4E/s72-c/Justic+Peeking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-4766511529491289042</id><published>2010-03-03T17:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:35:29.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CREATURE OF GRACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S4Aa1y5NV_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/8dKgB4SwMU0/s1600-h/Giraffe+Blog+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S4Aa1y5NV_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/8dKgB4SwMU0/s320/Giraffe+Blog+Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440377861360670706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daughter Katy and I saw these giraffes at the Columbia, S.C.  Zoo several  summers ago. They are amazing animals. At first glance they looked to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giraffa Camelopardalis&lt;/span&gt;, the African even-toed ungulate mammals, the tallest of all land-living animal species, and the largest ruminants. What does that mean? I am not sure but I think it means they are very tall, hoofed, cud-chewing, animals having three or four stomachs to process their food, that look like the combination of a camel and leopard (hence their scientific name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although being tall and looking unstable on their long spindly legs, they are very stable and extremely hard to bring down. They can kill a lion with a single powerful kick and he is the king of the jungle! &lt;span&gt;If you run across a stray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giraffa Camelopardalis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;omewhere, wisdom dictates, don't mess with him!&lt;/span&gt; Anything that makes a lion nervous should be given a wide berth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I heard that the word 'giraffe' comes from the Arabic language meaning 'creature of grace', perhaps from the graceful way it walks and runs, or maybe from the graceful contours of its neck. As the tallest living land animal, reaching 17-20 feet in height, it has to stoop the farthest to drink and live. That is a prophetic picture of all who are 'of grace', they must humble themselves to receive vital spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parable of the wheat and the tares Jesus warned the laborers not to gather the tares out of the field until harvest time or they would damage the crop. The reason is that wheat and tares closely resemble each other until they reach maturity, when the wheat bows low while the tares remain erect. The real ones bow, the false ones don't. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was the last person on earth that the Samaritan woman would have chosen to change her life. Jesus told her, "If any man is thirsty let him come unto me and drink!" Some would rather make excuses for their lack of vitality and live in misery than admit they are wrong. You may be thirsty. You may be dry. If you are, stoop low, humble yourself. That stooping may mean asking for forgiveness from someone, or asking someone for help you don't particularly like or even disagree with. Never mind your reasoning. Just do it. You'll feel better for it and the Lord will think better of you for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-4766511529491289042?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/4766511529491289042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/creature-of-grace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4766511529491289042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4766511529491289042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/creature-of-grace.html' title='CREATURE OF GRACE'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S4Aa1y5NV_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/8dKgB4SwMU0/s72-c/Giraffe+Blog+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-7800685225945642263</id><published>2010-02-26T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:27:18.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRE-FRUIT TREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S334sGkBgBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jJpYArgPyDc/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S334sGkBgBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jJpYArgPyDc/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439777361493065746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This peach trees looks dead but it isn't. It's in a dormant stage preparing for the coming season to bear fruit, perhaps more than the branches can even hold. Notice the broken branches, how gnarled and dead it looks. Actually the branches are not broken, they've been pruned, cut off. Jesus revealed that every vine (or fruit tree) that bears fruit will be pruned at one time or another so that it can bear more fruit than it already has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful not to become discouraged when you find yourself in a dormant state, or after having been pruned. You could even feel cold, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; snow frosted trees. One characteristic of those times is that you may look and feel your worst. But if you don't go through the process, you will never truly 'look your best'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of my blog is 'Waking Up'. That is exactly what fruit trees start doing just about this time of year. They can go from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apparent&lt;/span&gt; barrenness to bearing maximum fruit in a very short time. Jeremiah had a very interesting and encouraging conversation with the Lord along these lines: &lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Moreover the word of the Lord came to me, saying, "Jeremiah, what do you see?" And I said, "I see a branch of an almond tree. Then the Lord said to me, "You have seen well, for I am ready to perform My word" (Jeremiah 1:11-12).&lt;/blockquote&gt;At first glance the exchange between the prophet and the Lord doesn't seem to make much sense, until you realize that the Hebrew word for 'almond' and the word translated 'ready to perform', are similar in sound and spelling in the Hebrew. God is using a play on words to say that just as the almond (shaaqeed) awakens first in the spring, flowering in January, so is the Lord 'awake' (shoqeed) alert, on the lookout, over His promised word to perform it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faith can stay awake because He is always awake to watch over us and fulfill his word. Remember His promises and trust that He is watching over them to fulfill each one for those who believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-7800685225945642263?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/7800685225945642263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/pre-fruit-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7800685225945642263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7800685225945642263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/pre-fruit-tree.html' title='A PRE-FRUIT TREE'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S334sGkBgBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jJpYArgPyDc/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-7550751090838804119</id><published>2010-02-17T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:49:34.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT ONE SPARROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S2cUVZQx1iI/AAAAAAAAAIs/laWVf-zKkro/s1600-h/Dead+Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S2cUVZQx1iI/AAAAAAAAAIs/laWVf-zKkro/s320/Dead+Bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433333833236862498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I saw this bird in the road one morning and felt compelled to take his picture. I wondered how he had died. Had a car hit him, was it old age, heart failure, or maybe a stroke? Seeing him reminded me of something Jesus said about our Father:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins? And not one of them is forgotten before God. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows" (Luke 12:6-7).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Matthew version of the same parable gives a little more insight:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Are not two little sparrows sold for a penny? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground without your Father's leave (consent) and notice.&lt;br /&gt;But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered." (Matthew 10:29 AMP). &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The coins spoken of here are worth less than 1/4 cent...not much, huh? Our Father does not allow even one sparrow to perish whose 'market value' is approx. 1/8th of a cent! That little bird does not die without, #1 -the Father's notice, and #2  (maybe more importantly) -the Father's notice. He doesn't forget even one. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then Jesus said that each hair on someone's head is numbered!?! What kind of God numbers the hairs on the heads of every living soul? Our God. Let me say once again, what kind of God keeps a constant running total of the hairs on the head of every living person? The kind of God who is a loving Father. This is the way Jesus chose to show us how interested and in love with His creation our God is. He is a tremendous Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets awaken to His goodness.&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/8682255171615573235-7550751090838804119?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/7550751090838804119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-one-sparrow.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7550751090838804119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7550751090838804119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-one-sparrow.html' title='NOT ONE SPARROW'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S2cUVZQx1iI/AAAAAAAAAIs/laWVf-zKkro/s72-c/Dead+Bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-3520410404748636844</id><published>2010-02-01T10:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:43:39.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUCKET OR NOTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S2cGScHG2oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KBbZ03Tk-tQ/s1600-h/Old+Welsh+Bucket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S2cGScHG2oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KBbZ03Tk-tQ/s320/Old+Welsh+Bucket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433318389299206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arthur Burt is a 97 year old preacher from the UK who has been a treasured spiritual influence in my life for almost 40 years. He began preaching so long ago that he traveled in a horse drawn covered wagon throughout the north of England. On one evangelistic tour he parked his wagon near a dairy farm run by a gentleman who was also a believer in Jesus. Being a generous man, he told Arthur,&lt;blockquote&gt;"I have plenty of milk. If you want some in the morning to go with your breakfast, come on by. I'll give you all you want".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The next morning Arthur remembered the generous offer, picked up a coffee cup, climbed out of his caravan, and found the dairy farmer in the barn with the cows. When my preacher friend walked up holding his little cup, the farmer looked at Arthur, looked at the cup, looked at his cows, and then looked back at Arthur with disgust.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Bucket or nothing!" he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What?!" Arthur said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Bucket or nothing! I'm not going to waste my time filling up that little cup. If you want some of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; milk, bring me a bucket... bucket or nothing!"&lt;/blockquote&gt; Arthur scratched his head, then ran off to get a bucket. Every morning the farmer filled it up.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is the moral of the story. Arthur frequently remembered the dairy farmer over the years as he was asking God for things. He discovered over and again that God wanted to do more for him than he wanted Him to.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; go to Him with a coffee cup when He wants us to bring a bucket. Our lack of faith reminds me of this verse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; "Yes, again and again they tempted God, and limited the Holy One of Israel" (Psalms 78:41).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II Kings 4 records the story of the poverty struck widow woman whose sons were about to become slaves to pay off a debt. When she appealed for help to Elisha the prophet, he asked her what she had in her house. She said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Your maidservant has nothing in the house but a jar of oil. Then he said, 'Go borrow vessels from everywhere, from all your neighbors, empty vessels; do not gather just a few. And when you have come in, you shall shut the door behind you and your sons; then pour it into all those vessels, and set aside the full ones'" (I Kings 4:2-4). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This story has a happy ending. When she ran out of the empty pots the oil stopped flowing. Then, and only then did it cease! She had more than enough to pay off her debts and live on the rest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By faith, the widow woman tapped into the fullness of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord didn't determine the amount of oil she got, she did. He never runs out. We just need to learn how to access heaven's bounty.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is time to stop limiting God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-3520410404748636844?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/3520410404748636844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/bucket-or-nothing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3520410404748636844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3520410404748636844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/02/bucket-or-nothing.html' title='BUCKET OR NOTHING'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S2cGScHG2oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KBbZ03Tk-tQ/s72-c/Old+Welsh+Bucket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-234330433044087635</id><published>2010-01-30T22:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:46:38.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHING JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S2UBB_rLGSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JYiy7unPfL4/s1600-h/JESUS+LAUGHING1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S2UBB_rLGSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JYiy7unPfL4/s320/JESUS+LAUGHING1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432749659276384546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked this rendering of Jesus because He is laughing. (I don't know who drew it and apologize for using it without permission.) Most historic religious imagery of the Lord shows Him serene, serious, ethereal, other worldly, in agony, or sad. I know that He was the suffering Savior but he was also 'anointed with the oil of joy above his companions' (Hebrews 1:8-9). People need to see a laughing, joyful, happy Jesus to round out their understanding of God!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the source of our joy and as King of the universe, is seated on a throne having been anointed with joy. "Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; A scepter of righteousness is the scepter of Your kingdom. You love righteousness and hate wickedness; Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You With the oil of gladness more than Your companions" (Psalms 45:6-7).&lt;br /&gt;In Acts 2:15-21 Peter defends the behavior of the 120 gathered in the upper room at Pentecost when Holy Spirit came. "For these are not drunk as you suppose, since it is only the third hour of the day, but this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel:...'I will pour out My Spirit upon all flesh'". Peter also identified the source; "This Jesus God has raised up, of which we are all witnesses. Therefore being exalted to the right hand of God, and having received from the Father the promise of the Holy Spirit, He poured out this which you now see and hear" (Acts 2:32-33). Therefore, in Acts 2, what was&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; seen and heard&lt;/span&gt; and callled drunkenness, was poured out in a form that we could call the oil of joy. Jesus Himself poured it out and it came directly from His throne. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have room in your theology for a laughing Jesus? Laughing because "He that sits in the heavens shall laugh' (Psalm 2:4)...laughing because "He endured the cross, despising the shame, for the joy set before Him" (Heb. 12:2)...laughing because the One who knows the end from the beginning, who has infinite wisdom and power, who proclaimed 'It is finished' while dying on the cross, who overcame death and was raised from the dead, can laugh in the face of any problem, because He is Lord of all, and He is the answer...to everything.&lt;br /&gt;Once again let me ask you, "Do you have room in your theology for a laughing Jesus?" I hope so. Knowing Him&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; way will change your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-234330433044087635?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/234330433044087635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/01/laughing-jesus_4619.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/234330433044087635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/234330433044087635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/01/laughing-jesus_4619.html' title='LAUGHING JESUS'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S2UBB_rLGSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JYiy7unPfL4/s72-c/JESUS+LAUGHING1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-7161060494496634562</id><published>2010-01-17T19:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:42:45.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being Southern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S1SESbbC0nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dejB-EcY92M/s1600-h/WebBanner640x150_3alogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S1SESbbC0nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dejB-EcY92M/s320/WebBanner640x150_3alogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428108903021990514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in my College days in the late 60's early 70's that being  Southern was not popular. Racism had marked our history and Southerners were often depicted as ignorant backwoods red necks. In my generation during the 60's and 70's it became popular to express what was considered to be a new kind of freedom. Those who did became known as hippies, grew their hair long, and did drugs and tried to talk differently. I did some of that myself. It was considered hip. Many of my college friends even began speaking with a Northern affectation, as though that made them more intelligent, more sophisticated. Being Southern was not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my college friends were from New Jersey, were great guys, and took me home with them one time. One of their fathers delighted in calling me 'Little Abner', the stereotypical Southern bumpkin. He congratulated himself for making such an astute and humorous observation. I was not amused. Over the years I noticed something about my northern friends. Almost none of them moved back home after graduation. They liked it too much down here. Makes you wonder...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of years ago my mom and dad moved from Charlotte, NC into a retirement golf community situated on Lake Wylie across the border in South Carolina. When some of the residents transplanted from places like New York, Chicago, and other parts up north, questioned her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; Southern drawl she reminded them where they were now living, that she was born and raised in the great state of South Carolina, and spoke that way all her life. She informed her imported friends, "I'm not the one with the accent. Y'all are!"  That went over well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and most of the original 12 apostles were Galileans and spoke with an accent that the metropolitan Pharisee elitists despised. Interestingly enough, to the Jerusalem crowd the Galileans were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northern redneck &lt;/span&gt;fishermen. Even a servant girl could identify Peter as one of Jesus' followers because of his accent: ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And a little later those who stood by said to Peter again, "Surely you are one of them; for you are a Galilean, and your speech shows it (Mark 14:70)."&lt;/span&gt; Every generation faces the same issues. How will you estimate the worth of a person and will you live a genuine life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a racist, not backwoods, not a supporter of restoring the Confederate flag, not a Christian because I was born in the Bible belt, never been a member of the KKK, do like grits and biscuits, like to go the beach in the summer, wear buttoned down collared shirts, khaki pants, and shoes without socks, but speak with a distinctly Southern accent, and have no thought of trying to change it. As for me and my house we are Southern and being Southern is cool, ...if you are Southern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the real point I want to make. It is essential for each of us to discover who we are and to live authentic lives. Now, no one should defend poor behavior or boorish activity and claim that it is part of living authentically. Bad manners should be identified for what it is, disrespect and poor breeding. But, affectations adapted for fear of being criticized and changing who we are to please people is a fruitless endeavor. It is living to men at its core, -seeking their honor. Jesus said He did not receive honor from men and that those who do would not have functional faith (J0hn 5:41-44). He sought honor from His Father and His Father honored Him, with the ability to help, heal, deliver, and transform people's lives. We need to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy who you are, where you come from, and who God has uniquely made you. It is one of the fundamental keys to power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-7161060494496634562?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/7161060494496634562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-being-southern.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7161060494496634562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7161060494496634562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-being-southern.html' title='On Being Southern'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S1SESbbC0nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dejB-EcY92M/s72-c/WebBanner640x150_3alogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-4672873378650030117</id><published>2010-01-12T17:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:59:33.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CUP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S0qBtbaLrTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/64XTelT3Mvw/s1600-h/silver+goblet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S0qBtbaLrTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/64XTelT3Mvw/s320/silver+goblet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425291318572854578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus used the idea of drinking from a cup as a type of having an experience as He did when responding to the request to have the chief seats in the eternal kingdom made by the mother of the sons of Zebedee. Mark 10:38 records, "But Jesus said to them, 'You do not know what you ask. Are you able to drink the cup that I drink'...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are cups to drink -life changing experiences to have. Psalm 116:23 says,   "&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal.dotm&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;10&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;60&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:company&gt;MorningStar Fellowship&lt;/o:Company&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;1&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;1&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;73&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;12.0&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridverticalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Cambria;font-size:100%;"&gt;I will take up the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord". Taking up the cup of salvation speaks of  one practical way to experience salvation. You drink it! Jesus Himself used the idea of drinking as a way to experience the life of God. He said; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If any man is thirsty let him come unto Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water. But this He spoke concerning the Spirit, whom those believing in Him would receive..." (John 7:37-39). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living water is like a spiritual wine, and something any thirsty person can obtain from Jesus. Outside witnesses concluded that the recipients of the Holy Spirit on Pentecost were drunk. They weren't but had partaken of what Jesus had promised. Peter determined that those who were acting drunk were under the influence of the Holy Spirit...'these are not drunk as you suppose...but this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel...I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh..." (Acts 2:15-17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this leave you. It is time for you to drink. Psalm 23:5 tells us that our cup runs over. Drink from the cup the Lord has provided. He will fill you, intoxicate you, and change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-4672873378650030117?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/4672873378650030117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/01/cup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4672873378650030117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4672873378650030117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2010/01/cup.html' title='THE CUP'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/S0qBtbaLrTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/64XTelT3Mvw/s72-c/silver+goblet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-8042349694432409337</id><published>2009-12-30T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:08:00.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAYING ENOUGH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Sy5hn7SltNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pFBUNgcnn3Y/s1600-h/TIRE+SWING0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Sy5hn7SltNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pFBUNgcnn3Y/s320/TIRE+SWING0145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417374740331738322" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last summer in Savannah, GA I saw this tire swing with moss on it. The adage 'a rolling stone gathers no moss' reveals that only something neglected grows moss on it. Somebody quit playing on that swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard John Arnot say that while being powerfully touched during the outpouring of the Spirit in the late 1980's-early 1990's he realized that God is playful. I have found the same to be true. He really loves to have fun. Even Jesus was anointed with the oil of gladness above His brethren (Hebrews 1:9), and actually endured the cross, despising the shame for the joy set before Him (Hebrews 12:2). Jesus once said, &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it' (Mark 10:15)&lt;/font&gt;. Childlike playfulness is a prerequisite for accessing the Kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being playful is an attribute of many very successful people. Notice the following quote by B.C. Forbes, founder of the major business journal Forbes Magazine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/robinram/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal.dotm&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;64&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;370&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:company&gt;MorningStar Fellowship&lt;/o:Company&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;3&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;1&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;454&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;12.0&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridverticalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Many of the most successful men I have known have never grown up. They have retained bubbling-over boyishness. They have relished wit. They have indulged humor. They have not allowed “dignity” to depress them into moroseness. Youthfulness of spirit is the twin brother of optimism, and optimism is the stuff of which American business success is fashioned. Resist growing up!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Bible joy is strength. Without it we will not persevere in the difficulties of spiritual things and the problems of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-8042349694432409337?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/8042349694432409337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/12/playing-enough.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8042349694432409337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8042349694432409337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/12/playing-enough.html' title='PLAYING ENOUGH?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Sy5hn7SltNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pFBUNgcnn3Y/s72-c/TIRE+SWING0145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-3246341925837872575</id><published>2009-12-12T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:16:53.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SEATED IN THE HEAVENS...How's your seat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyO8Qocp2qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7ahC5klmhYc/s1600-h/5000-furniture1-297x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyO8Qocp2qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7ahC5klmhYc/s320/5000-furniture1-297x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414378170950998690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimitri from Switzerland asked me this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My name is Dimitri, I'm 24 years old, recently moved to Switzerland, and I'm studying the phrase "seated in heavenly places" for quite a time now. Can you tell me more about your insights and experiences? I read your blog and you just mentioned it shortly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My brief response:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul reports in Ephesians 2:4-6 that we were instantly seated in the heavenly places when we were given new life, born again, or saved (depending on your phraseology).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "But God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and raised us up together, and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being seated in the heavens  is not a state we come to because we 'matured' into it but were born into it. That means every believer has access to the heavenly realm, the realm of power, blessing, benefit, etc. But functioning from that place of access is something you must learn how to do, which is an aspect of living by faith. Healing, power, miracles, provision, prophetic words, all of those kinds of things come from that heavenly place. (For example, when Jesus multiplied the loaves and fishes, where did the additional food come from? Heaven!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born again, which means 'born from above or born from heaven', does not mean one instantly and successfully draws from that realm, but that one is eligible to do so. One must press into it, or become actively engaged in the realm of the heavens to experience it and draw from it. In Matthew 11:11-12 Jesus addressed this concept when he said the violent or the strong and forceful ones seize the kingdom by force:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Assuredly, I am saying to you, There has not arisen among those born of women a greater one than John the Baptizer. However, the person of most humble station in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he. Indeed, from the days of John the Baptizer until this moment, the kingdom of heaven is being taken by storm, and the strong and forceful ones claim it for themselves eagerly, for all the prophets and the law prophesied until John." (Wuest Translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A key understanding about functioning out of the kingdom of heaven or kingdom of God is that we must energetically lay hold of this realm that we have been given access to. One mistake many make is that since they have not been successful in living the supernatural life they assume they do not have access or that God has yet to do something necessary for them to do so. As a result many fall prey to  common 'religous' snares such as  legalism, and/or other perversions of our Christian faith in an attempt to move in power. Jesus gave this simple yet profound answer to this issue when asked how one continually does the works of God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Then they said to Him, What are we to do as a habit of life in order that we may continually be working the works of God? Answered Jesus and said to them, This is the work of God, that you continually be believing on Him whom that One sent off on a mission" (John 6:26, Wuest Translation)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You access the heavens by believing in Jesus, who He is, and particularly who He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in you&lt;/span&gt;. You believe, move in faith, and learn how to function in that wonderful realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-3246341925837872575?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/3246341925837872575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/12/seated-in-heavenshows-your-seat.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3246341925837872575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3246341925837872575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/12/seated-in-heavenshows-your-seat.html' title='SEATED IN THE HEAVENS...How&apos;s your seat?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyO8Qocp2qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7ahC5klmhYc/s72-c/5000-furniture1-297x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-8045503735468883297</id><published>2009-12-09T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:15:17.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EXITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Sx-qkPC3f0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q6qX0fyS4rk/s1600-h/Exit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Sx-qkPC3f0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q6qX0fyS4rk/s320/Exit.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413232816613195586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ezekiel 48 the prophet tells us about the city of God called "The Lord is There". He tells us that the city gates are named after the twelve sons of Jacob. He doesn't call the gates ENTRANCES, which is the perspective I normally have about gates. Instead he calls them EXITS. Have you ever wondered why?  It's because Ezekiel has a heavenly perspective of life and  GOD wants to get out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is inside every believer but many believers are yet to believe that the One they believe in is inside them. Unbelievable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many are crying 'Lord, come!' when the Lord is saying, 'He who believes in me, as the scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water' (John 7:38). We are trying to get God inside us while He is inside us wanting us to let Him get out and help somebody, supernaturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking for a downpour or an outpour? I'm looking for the awakened church to have a corporate 'outpouring' of the Spirit of God. This difference of perspective and understanding determines your experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking up... or down? I recently wrote on my facebook site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Things are looking down... When you are seated in heavenly places you are 'over' all your issues and problems and only then do you have an accurate view point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Up or down? Which way are you looking? Remember. Your perspective will determine your experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8682255171615573235-8045503735468883297?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/8045503735468883297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/12/exits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8045503735468883297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8045503735468883297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/12/exits.html' title='EXITS'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Sx-qkPC3f0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q6qX0fyS4rk/s72-c/Exit.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-4729612519295373671</id><published>2009-11-11T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:17:06.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGE LIELE: FORGOTTEN PRINCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyJhTZefLoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/n_UeekLNWvg/s1600-h/The+Reverend+George+Liele,+illustration+in+Joel+A+Rogers,+Africas+Gift+to+America+%28NewYork,+1961%29_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyJhTZefLoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/n_UeekLNWvg/s320/The+Reverend+George+Liele,+illustration+in+Joel+A+Rogers,+Africas+Gift+to+America+%28NewYork,+1961%29_jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413996687936925314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first Biblical commandment containing a promise is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God has commanded you, that your days may be long, and that it may be well with you in the land which the Lord your God is giving you." (Deut. 5:16)&lt;/span&gt;. We should not only honor our natural parents but our spiritual ones as well. Do we not want it to go well with us in the land our God has given us? One spiritual father who has scarcely been remembered, never mind honored is George Liele, a slave who was so radically converted that his master set him free to preach the gospel. In December of 1777 Liele established not only the first Black Baptist church in Savannah, GA, but the first Baptist church there of any kind. It remains to this day and is named First African Baptist Church.&lt;br /&gt;After the Revolutionary War Liele indentured himself to a British officer to avoid being re-enslaved by the family of his former owner. After paying off his debt he established a church in Jamiaca of over 500 slaves. He predated Adoniram Judson, called the father of American missions by thirty years, and William Carey, another pioneer missionary, by ten years. He is a true hero of the faith and needs to be recognized for his accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;George Liele was reported as having the same preaching anointing as did George Whitefield, one of the most remarkable evangelists in history and a primary force in turning the spritual tide in North America prior to the obtaining our independence from England. It is time to remember both of these men and pray that others like them will be anointed to trumpet this next great awakening so needed even now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-4729612519295373671?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/4729612519295373671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/12/george-liele-forgotten-prince.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4729612519295373671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4729612519295373671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/12/george-liele-forgotten-prince.html' title='GEORGE LIELE: FORGOTTEN PRINCE'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyJhTZefLoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/n_UeekLNWvg/s72-c/The+Reverend+George+Liele,+illustration+in+Joel+A+Rogers,+Africas+Gift+to+America+%28NewYork,+1961%29_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-280721973299106108</id><published>2009-10-29T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:43:57.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's Bread...Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SunaEgnkIWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GT8EFk9lAWA/s1600-h/big-loaf-o-bread2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SunaEgnkIWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GT8EFk9lAWA/s320/big-loaf-o-bread2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398085399390462306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing that God gave us a model prayer,a form (not a formula) that we my fill in ourselves, providing us with a checklist of all the prayer essentials. It is found in Matthew 6 and is known as the Lord's prayer. I can't imagine God not answering the kind of prayer He showed us to pray, can you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have looked through each part I have concluded that 'give us this day our daily bread' part doesn't seem to fit as well as all the other parts, each identifying major spiritual issues, like: Honoring and revering God -'hallowed by Your Name', laying hold of the heavenly realm -'Your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven', the huge issue of the relationship of forgiving to being forgiven -'forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors', being kept from temptation beyond our endurance -'and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from the evil one', concluding with this overarching faith proclamation -'For Yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, forever and ever, Amen'. To me it almost sounds like in the middle of the prayer form we are saying, 'and by the way, while you are helping me with all of these major spiritual issues, don't forget my sandwich please'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that Bible translators had difficulty accurately translating the phrase, 'give us this day our daily bread'. I feel like there was much more intended by those words of Jesus than a plea for each days food. (Imagine believing that the bounty of heaven could be our portion and then throwing in a plea for food.) Those words could have been translated, 'give us tomorrow's bread today'. What might that phrase mean. Here is what that means to me: 'provide today what we need for tomorrow, in advance'. It could be extrapolated to mean, 'reveal to us the future and provide us with what we need to be successful. In the early 1970's, as Roe v. Wade was being passed, successfully taking the lives of over 50 million children many of the popular Christian books were about being raptured out of the world to escape the looming great tribulation. Those influences helped cripple the church by robbing us of future generations. The escape mentality robbed the church of a solid hope for our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Give us this day tomorrow's bread' speaks of the supernatural nature of being a christian. It lives in light of a bright future. Since we have a tomorrow, Lord, give us what we need to fulfill it today. If in fact we can have the reality of the kingdom of heaven manifest in our daily lives 'in earth as it is in heaven' then we can live today with tomorrows help. Anyone who knows more about tomorrow than society does in general is in a place of supernatural wisdom and insight and is in a place to succeed. Imagine knowing today the state of tomorrow's stock market. Imagine knowing and having today the healing, the wisdom, the provision that you will need for tomorrow. Much like Joseph who understood the future, made provision for it, laid hold today of tomorrows provision, we should be able to sustain, impower, and impact our generation for what is coming by receiving revelation from God for what is coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants to restore our hope, our future, our very inheritance. What has the enemy robbed you of? What has God given you today that speaks of your tomorrow? What are you asking for so that you can become all He has intended for you to become? Lets talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-280721973299106108?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/280721973299106108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrows-breadtoday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/280721973299106108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/280721973299106108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrows-breadtoday.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s Bread...Today.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SunaEgnkIWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GT8EFk9lAWA/s72-c/big-loaf-o-bread2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-7874307854972240895</id><published>2009-10-21T13:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:27:47.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Lot Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/St9C0pc68fI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I1OxvbvdVdo/s1600-h/Tree+Parking+Lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/St9C0pc68fI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I1OxvbvdVdo/s320/Tree+Parking+Lot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395104350860931570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent Savanhah, GA minstry trip was a successful one. Many of those who attended were touched by the power and presence of the Lord. Some were healed, some returned to the Lord, and some repented and were restored of some specific personal issues. Those who attended did most of the 'hands on' ministry. The Friday evening meeting was one of the top ten meetings of my life. It was powerful. We are going back the first weekend in in November, 4-6, to the same place:St. Luke United Methodist Church, 9114 Whitefield Avenue, Savannah. Meetings begin at 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about the tree. While I was there I saw this massive live oak tree, about 50+ feet tall, in the middle of a vast parking lot. It spoke to me something very important. Look at. Think about it. What does a live 100 year old oak tree in the middle of a parking lot, say to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-7874307854972240895?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/7874307854972240895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/10/parking-lot-tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7874307854972240895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/7874307854972240895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/10/parking-lot-tree.html' title='Parking Lot Tree'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/St9C0pc68fI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I1OxvbvdVdo/s72-c/Tree+Parking+Lot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-3413143540235318317</id><published>2009-10-01T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:01:04.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVING SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW YOU HAVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SsSjd6P1AnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Vy-7WzF1hoo/s1600-h/1-Matt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SsSjd6P1AnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Vy-7WzF1hoo/s320/1-Matt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387610788489134706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you have something good that you don't know you have? I believe you can. In Genesis 28 Jacob said, "God is in this place and I didn't know it!" I have heard people say, 'How could God be where you are and you not know it?' Well, God is everywhere at all times, but He doesn't always manifest Himself everywhere. Over the years I have realized that His manifestation is often related to our recognition and appreciation of Him. God inhabits praise (Ps. 22:3). We enter His gates with thanksgiving, His courts with praise (Ps. 100:4, 95:2). Our appreciation matters to Him and affects His actions toward us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can be seated in the heavens and not know it. Being seated there is the equivalent of 'being in the river', 'flowing in the Spirit', living a Holy Spirit empowered life, etc., etc. God is amazing. He seems to skip some of the steps we may impose on people. Paul writes...while we were yet sinners, or dead in trespasses and sins...He raised us up, made us sit in the heavens in Christ...(Eph. 2:5-6).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a believer and yet don't know that you are presently seated in the heavens, than I prove my point. You have the &lt;i&gt;best seat in the house&lt;/i&gt;! But, if you say you know that you are seated there, and yet are not moving in some aspect of the 9 power gifts of the Spirit, then you still don't experientially know it, or yet worse, you have a concept of the truth that has kept you from the reality. We can know the reality of a life empowered by God. Don't stop until you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8682255171615573235-3413143540235318317?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/3413143540235318317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/09/having-something-you-dont-know-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3413143540235318317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3413143540235318317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/09/having-something-you-dont-know-you-have.html' title='HAVING SOMETHING YOU DON&apos;T KNOW YOU HAVE'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SsSjd6P1AnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Vy-7WzF1hoo/s72-c/1-Matt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-6787607410872512021</id><published>2009-09-25T14:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:12:23.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Sr0O9WBLexI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ib4i9bzSLs4/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Sr0O9WBLexI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ib4i9bzSLs4/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385477176450317074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prophet Ezekiel tells of a city where God lives named "The Lord Is There". It has twelve gates, each one named after one of the twelve sons of Israel, each who became a tribal leader. So basically the gates are named after people who lead other groups of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I wondered why the gates of the city were named after people? Its because people let God in, or let God out, keep God in, or keep God out! You may find that hard to believe but even Jesus is shown knocking on the door of his own church in Revelation 3:20. God rarely forces Himself in, even into His own church! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as each of Jacob's sons had opportunities to relate to God in a unique way, so do you. Just as each of his sons had influence with other people, so do you. You can learn how to both receive and release the power of God wherever you go. The most vital portal heaven has into the earth is the human heart, your human heart. You are the 'gate of the Lord'. Think of this: You may be head of the next tribe so empowered by the Lord that you change the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you change your world? How do you actually let God out? What happens when you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-6787607410872512021?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/6787607410872512021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/09/power-of-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/6787607410872512021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/6787607410872512021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/09/power-of-people.html' title='Power of People'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Sr0O9WBLexI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ib4i9bzSLs4/s72-c/IMG_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-8882719214961710470</id><published>2009-09-22T14:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:58:26.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SrkcMX1N9EI/AAAAAAAAADY/1g9cXInw0n0/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SrkcMX1N9EI/AAAAAAAAADY/1g9cXInw0n0/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384365828379374658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ezekiel 48:30-35 the prophet tells of the city named "The Lord Is There". He reveals that each of the 12 city gates are named after one of the 12 sons of Jacob. He calls the gates 'exits'. I thought they should be called entrances. No description in the Bible is accidental. Meaning is attached to each one. Why do you think he did that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-8882719214961710470?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/8882719214961710470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8882719214961710470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8882719214961710470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SrkcMX1N9EI/AAAAAAAAADY/1g9cXInw0n0/s72-c/IMG_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-3589751206083500344</id><published>2009-09-16T12:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:16:08.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crab Mentaility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SquxxRY8uwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sxBrqYn70yg/s1600-h/Crab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SquxxRY8uwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sxBrqYn70yg/s320/Crab.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380589639863941890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you boil a pot of crabs they all try to get out of the boiling pot. Who can blame them. What actually happens is that each one tries to pull the one closest to escaping back into the pot. There has to be a more successful way to conduct a jail break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People sometimes act like those crabs. If they aren't excelling they criticize the ones who are! Having this attitude greatly inhibits our ability to succeed. Their is a solution. When we are truly thankful for the blessings and successes others have, then we often begin to experience their level of favor. For this reason our enemy wants us to be critical, narrow, even jealous of those who succeed. He knows it will inhibit &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; progress, and our ability to help others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cultures that honor one another develop a corporate&lt;i&gt; 'excelleration'&lt;/i&gt; rate. Everyone begins to excell at an ever increasing &lt;i&gt;acceleration&lt;/i&gt; rate. I have seen this in action...even experienced it myself. Rejoice with him who rejoices and you will enter into the reality of their joy. Try it. You'll like it. Its much better than being boiled alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8682255171615573235-3589751206083500344?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/3589751206083500344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/09/crab-mentaility.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3589751206083500344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3589751206083500344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/09/crab-mentaility.html' title='A Crab Mentaility'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SquxxRY8uwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sxBrqYn70yg/s72-c/Crab.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-3179048716916286665</id><published>2009-09-09T16:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:20:56.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKING UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SpfJhFilxxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KJPOnlukch4/s1600-h/Jude+Blue+eyes.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SpfJhFilxxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KJPOnlukch4/s320/Jude+Blue+eyes.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374986250550101778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one episode in the life of Jesus a synagogue ruler named Jairus convinced Jesus to come heal his only daughter dangerously close to death. I am sure it was rare that Jesus made house calls then, although He does it a lot now. The popularity of His ministry, the pressure of many pulling on Him certainly limited the possibilities of Jairus getting Him to come. But Jesus agreed to go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the young girl lay dangerously close to death a woman with a serious 12 year long issue of blood interrupted Jesus on the way. Can you imagine the pressure Jairus must have felt to get Jesus their in time to save her? The woman got healed...and Jairus' daughter died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jesus got to her house He met those who were mourning her death. They told Jairus not to bother Jesus any further, but Jesus said a strange thing. He pronounced, 'She is not dead, but sleeping'. The professional wailers began laughing and Jesus put them all out of the room. Of note is that Jairus' name means 'he will awaken', but from &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; sleep he was completely ineffective. Jesus wasn't. He can even wake the dead, just like he did Lazarus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our generation is asleep, maybe even dead, but Jesus can awaken them all! We just need to get ahold of Him in the right way and once again He will 'visit our house'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8682255171615573235-3179048716916286665?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/3179048716916286665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/waking-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3179048716916286665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3179048716916286665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/waking-up.html' title='WAKING UP'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SpfJhFilxxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KJPOnlukch4/s72-c/Jude+Blue+eyes.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-5807878263471053984</id><published>2009-09-02T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:09:42.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME TO TUNE IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/So3n4eDuIII/AAAAAAAAACA/7AO0lJZGjoY/s1600-h/old-tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/So3n4eDuIII/AAAAAAAAACA/7AO0lJZGjoY/s320/old-tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204887850229890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are, radio and television signals are moving through the air. If you have a way to tune them in, you can pick up channels or stations that provide unlimited subjects; anything from news to entertainment to music to education ...on and on, ad infinitum . Your television your radio, or even your satellite dish, do not create the waves. They are there. Your tuner simply lays hold of what is available.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The realm of the kingdom of heaven is much like what I describe. We don't produce the power from on high. We don't bring it, or create it, or even deserve to benefit from that realm. God, in His mercy and goodness, has provided more for us then we will ever need. To receive from Him, we simply tune in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul's revelation has yet to fully take root in the hearts of our generation: "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do" (Ephesians 2:10). This means that we were created, actually the text reveals 'recreated' to do good works, good works which God has already prepared for us! Upon closer scrutiny those good works are not just things we do for one another that are nice, but are like the miraculous works Jesus did when He was living among men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is that. Right now, no matter where you are, moving through the air in the realm of the Spirit of God, are wonders, miracles, healings, and untold marvelous things. Each believer has the capacity to tune in. Start tuning in. You will be amazed at what God has for you and those you care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8682255171615573235-5807878263471053984?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/5807878263471053984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-tune-in.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/5807878263471053984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/5807878263471053984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-tune-in.html' title='TIME TO TUNE IN'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/So3n4eDuIII/AAAAAAAAACA/7AO0lJZGjoY/s72-c/old-tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-8544151478680939215</id><published>2009-08-27T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:51:47.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submit to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roosters'/><title type='text'>TIME TO KICK THE ROOSTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SpAHVIhQsVI/AAAAAAAAACI/FPw83hZBdb8/s1600-h/rooster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SpAHVIhQsVI/AAAAAAAAACI/FPw83hZBdb8/s320/rooster-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372802415098638674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1920's my dad grew up on a 300 acre farm in southwest Georgia that abutted a cypress swamp. Today you would still drive seven miles on a dirt road to get there. His dad was a country doctor and gentleman farmer. Like many in the rural south in the early 20th century crops, hogs, cows, horses, tobacco, chickens, well water, the smokehouse, sowing, reaping, rattlesnakes, all of the characteristics of the country life formed the core of their lives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my father's most vivid childhood memories involved a rooster that loved to intimidate him. If dad came close to the chicken coop this aggressive sharply spurred rooster chased him back into the house. The day came when dad had enough. The next time the rooster charged him dad charged the rooster, kicking him for all he was worth with his hard toed brogan boots. That old rooster, literally kicked 'cockeyed',  somersaulted backward over and over, ending that bird's barn yard dominance of my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This short narrative reveals an important spiritual principle. In order to prevail in this life we must face what comes after us and go after it. James, the Lord's brother said, &lt;b&gt;"Therefore submit to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you"&lt;/b&gt; (James 4:7). We must not turn our backs on that which Wisdom dictates we aggresively resist. For many of us its time to kick the rooster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8682255171615573235-8544151478680939215?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/8544151478680939215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-kick-rooster.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8544151478680939215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8544151478680939215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-kick-rooster.html' title='TIME TO KICK THE ROOSTER'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SpAHVIhQsVI/AAAAAAAAACI/FPw83hZBdb8/s72-c/rooster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-1044198612196168431</id><published>2009-08-24T12:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:32:11.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awaken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ezekiel'/><title type='text'>Have You Seen This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SooMusGa18I/AAAAAAAAABw/wNgiX-5YNjU/s1600-h/CanoeFog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SooMusGa18I/AAAAAAAAABw/wNgiX-5YNjU/s320/CanoeFog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371119501844338626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ezekiel 45-47 the Lord and the prophet Ezekiel measure the temple together. Although Ezekiel measured every aspect of the temple he did not notice a river running from the throne out the front door. Then the Lord took Ezekiel through the river; ankle deep, knee deep, waist deep, and then water over his head -waters to swim in. So, Jesus and Ezekiel were wading and then swimming in the river of God. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they were swimming, the Lord asked Ezekiel a very odd thing. He said, "Son of man, have you seen this?" (Ezekiel 47:6). Even though Ezekiel was wet from head to toe the Lord still asked him if he had seen what he was in. Why would the Lord ask the prophet this question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe it is for this reason. Many in the church are waiting for the river to come to the church when the Lord is expecting the river to go &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;out from&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the church. By this I don't mean the Lord is mad at the church because we aren't doing the right thing. The reality is that the church has not really understood and believed that the river of God is currently inside them. As the church awakens to this reality, the Spirit of God shall manifest Himself in some most amazing ways. Everything shall live that this river touches. Ladies and gentlemen, it's river time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-1044198612196168431?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/1044198612196168431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-seen-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/1044198612196168431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/1044198612196168431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-seen-this.html' title='Have You Seen This?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SooMusGa18I/AAAAAAAAABw/wNgiX-5YNjU/s72-c/CanoeFog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-3813154911876143084</id><published>2009-08-18T09:32:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:28:04.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presence of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Joy and Freedom:Kingdom of Heaven in Manifestation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SoquAfyv6FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zGuWveqU8lI/s320/16-Bobby+Laughing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371296829150324818" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SoquAfyv6FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zGuWveqU8lI/s1600-h/16-Bobby+Laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is a photo of a good friend of mine, Bobby Hussey our Children's pastor here at MorningStar, Fort Mill, SC. He is one of the most consistently joyful guys I know. He was so happy as a child that his mother thought there may be something wrong with him, and so, once spanked him just to see if he would cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I once heard that joy is one of the infallible proofs of the presence of God. In the New Testament, when Philip preached Christ in Samaria the result of his Gospel was joy, "And there was great joy in that city" (Acts 8:8). In the Old Testatment Nehemiah identified the joy of the Lord as our strength (Nehemiah 8:10).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Corinthians 3:17 says "Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty." Joy and freedom are like twins and are two powerful characteristics of the Kingdom of God in manifestation. Our Gospel must produce them, but much of what is proclaimed as gospel is not really good news. Until the gospel you have heard is 'too good to be true' I am concerned you have never really understood the gospel in its fulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never understood why so many folks were upset when laughter returned to the church. Some said it was unscriptural even when Psalm 126:2 says, "Then our mouth was filled with laughter, And our tongue with singing." The phrase &lt;i&gt;our mouth&lt;/i&gt; speaks of a corporate mouth...filled with laughter! I am convinced that a 'religious spirit' has intimidated many in the church out of enjoying both the joy and freedom that Christ Jesus died to give them. It was for the j&lt;i&gt;oy set before Him&lt;/i&gt; that He endured the cross despising the shame (Hebrews 12:2). We must not let anyone or anything keep us from living in, demonstrating, and promoting the freedom of the Spirit and the joy of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8682255171615573235-3813154911876143084?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/3813154911876143084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/joy-and-freedomkingdom-of-heaven-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3813154911876143084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/3813154911876143084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/joy-and-freedomkingdom-of-heaven-in.html' title='Joy and Freedom:Kingdom of Heaven in Manifestation'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SoquAfyv6FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zGuWveqU8lI/s72-c/16-Bobby+Laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-6330140669545121882</id><published>2009-08-17T08:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:56:03.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slumbering Giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SolZZZysEkI/AAAAAAAAABo/mGnpmzGgrT0/s1600-h/BrookgreenGarden+007C.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SolZZZysEkI/AAAAAAAAABo/mGnpmzGgrT0/s320/BrookgreenGarden+007C.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370922323571118658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Nation is not a post-Christian nation as some have reported. It is a pre-Christian one. We are presently in the very early stages of another Great American Spiritual Awakening that will once again re-shape the nation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A George Barna poll concerning aspects of the current American church determined that 45% of Americans are "born again Christians based upon their beliefs (not based on their adoption of that phrase to describe themselves)." That means there are 136,000,000 American believers! He also established that as little as 13% of those people claim to have what he described as the Charismatic gifts which he identified as healing, tongues, tongues and interpretation, word of knowledge, miracles, and prophecy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has given us the gifts of the Holy Spirit as a significant part of the weapons of our spiritual warfare, nevertheless 87% of the American Church is ignorant of their value and/or how to use them. We are like a giant army, sleeping in battle, with a very small percentage of us fully armed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The American Church is a slumbering giant. As she awakens to the life and power of God available to her, the nations shall be shaken as it never has before. It is time to wake her up! Why...I hear the sound of an holy alarm clock now! Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-6330140669545121882?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/6330140669545121882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-nation-is-not-post-christian-nation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/6330140669545121882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/6330140669545121882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-nation-is-not-post-christian-nation.html' title='The Slumbering Giant'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SolZZZysEkI/AAAAAAAAABo/mGnpmzGgrT0/s72-c/BrookgreenGarden+007C.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-895611963872897845</id><published>2009-08-13T13:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:24:55.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SoRoBM1Gg7I/AAAAAAAAABY/UGGo1M_i1EQ/s1600-h/4b+Morning+Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SoRoBM1Gg7I/AAAAAAAAABY/UGGo1M_i1EQ/s320/4b+Morning+Light.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369531025565582258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ladder is a vehicle of access that is in two places at the same time; where you are and where you want to be. Jacob saw just such a ladder that connected the earth to heaven and angels were going up and down it. 'Ascending and descending', the order of their activity is important -up to heaven to get us what we need, coming down to deliver it to those who believed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In John 1:51 Jesus identified Himself to Nathanael as Jacob's ladder, the One who provides us with access to the heavenly realm. He also told Nathanael that 'you shall see heaven open'.  When Jesus lives inside us we have an 'internal Jacob's Ladder', a vehicle of access enabling us to be two places at the same time, here on earth, and in the heavens, where we want to be. Heaven &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; open. Help yourselves to all that God has to offer! What do you think? Does that make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-895611963872897845?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/895611963872897845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ladder.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/895611963872897845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/895611963872897845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ladder.html' title='The Ladder'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SoRoBM1Gg7I/AAAAAAAAABY/UGGo1M_i1EQ/s72-c/4b+Morning+Light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-8316105726625938720</id><published>2009-08-10T08:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:28:38.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing Where You Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SoAgcyQ3_tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wzwnSGM6_Ks/s1600-h/35-Kid+Worship+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SoAgcyQ3_tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wzwnSGM6_Ks/s320/35-Kid+Worship+B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368326434726608594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob had a ladder, Peter had keys, Paul had a seat, the disciples had a prayer, and the church has a door. All of these describe the access &lt;b&gt;we have &lt;/b&gt;to what God has provided for us in Christ. Paul spoke of our access this way: "Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom also we have access by faith into this grace in which we now stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God" (Romans 5:1-2). Many in the church do not yet know where they are standing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jacob awoke at Bethel he said, "Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it" (Gen. 28:16). Many in the church are about to awaken to the same reality. God is in &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; place, the place where they are standing. He doesn't have to come, He is already there, waiting for each of us to access all He has for us by faith. As more and more folks do...well, some call that revival. Do you want one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-8316105726625938720?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/8316105726625938720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/knowing-where-you-stand.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8316105726625938720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/8316105726625938720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/knowing-where-you-stand.html' title='Knowing Where You Stand'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SoAgcyQ3_tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wzwnSGM6_Ks/s72-c/35-Kid+Worship+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-1715361046316890965</id><published>2009-08-06T14:15:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:50:30.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven is Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Snswek-ZLLI/AAAAAAAAABI/_xaqv7xTcoA/s1600-h/DoorBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Snswek-ZLLI/AAAAAAAAABI/_xaqv7xTcoA/s320/DoorBlog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366936682821659826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In Revelation 4:1 John, the apostle, saw a door that was standing open in heaven. He received an &lt;i&gt;open &lt;/i&gt;invitation to 'come up here'! Many believers think they have what has been termed 'a brass heaven', meaning that something, or someone (the Devil or demons) has separated them from the presence of God, and the realm of the heavens is shut to them. They then set about to do something 'religious' to try to open the heavens. IT DOESN'T WORK. Most just give up, or make excuses for the lack of spiritual presence. Heaven's door is not closed. No one can close a door God opens (Revelation 3:8)! But, if you believe heaven's door is closed, then it is effectively closed...to you!  I agree with the apostle John and Revelation 4:1... not those other folks. Heaven is open.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In Revelation 3:20 we find that there's a door that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; closed. It is the door to the church and Jesus is knocking on it, wanting &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; to open it! Here is a powerful illustration of our (the church's) current relationship to heaven: It is like we are living in adjoining hotel rooms with Jesus. Those rooms have two doors between them, one in each room. In this case, His door is open (heaven's) and our door, the door of our understanding, is closed. He is knocking on ours so that divine realities can transpire. Jesus wants in. Wake up! Open your door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8682255171615573235-1715361046316890965?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/1715361046316890965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/heaven-is-open.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/1715361046316890965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/1715361046316890965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/08/heaven-is-open.html' title='Heaven is Open'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/Snswek-ZLLI/AAAAAAAAABI/_xaqv7xTcoA/s72-c/DoorBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682255171615573235.post-4952261863324694546</id><published>2009-07-31T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:56:17.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things</title><content type='html'>I am naming this blog 'Waking Up' because I am convinced of &lt;i&gt;two thing&lt;/i&gt;s: Our nation needs another great spiritual awakening and we can have one because of what Jesus did for us many years ago. &lt;i&gt;'Religion'&lt;/i&gt; has made our faith much too complicated and difficult. We just need to wake up to Who He is and what He has done. Through Him we have access to the realm of the heavens; no barriers between us and Him, and no barriers between the inexhaustible realm of the heavens and the earth. If you are interested...stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682255171615573235-4952261863324694546?l=robinmcmillan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/feeds/4952261863324694546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-things.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4952261863324694546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682255171615573235/posts/default/4952261863324694546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinmcmillan.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-things.html' title='Two Things'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380314678985906972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX7SeLf2z9I/SyI-f1cpZWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Yu_JuIMByDQ/S220/BioPic+B%26W3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
