<?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-6795304284200487063</id><updated>2011-09-11T10:44:18.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike's Moment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-1355795848322678495</id><published>2011-03-21T17:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:53:06.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love K......</title><content type='html'>A certain young lady here at Northside, that has 4 children, and is from Kentucky sent her children to torture me Sunday.  She knows I do not like Kentucky basketball and so she sent her children to torment me.  They came to where I was sitting and asked me to bend down so that they could tell me a secret. When I did they started yelling "We love Kentucky."  Not once but over and over and over.  Now I know that Arkansas Children where not born with a love for Kentucky.  Somebody had to fill their little hearts with such nonsense.  You see we are what we are taught.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really can't blame others.  By and large our children imitate what they see at home. There are exceptions but generally this is true.  So parents and grandparents be so careful what you are teaching your kids about life, the church, priorities, respect for other races, God and the Lord Jesus himself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-1355795848322678495?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1355795848322678495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=1355795848322678495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1355795848322678495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1355795848322678495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-love-k.html' title='We Love K......'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-2011054541948860456</id><published>2011-03-15T13:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:00:03.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;More good news. Diane's sugar diabetes is  under the best control ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px; "&gt;In 1969, when the Apollo astronauts landed on the moon, Richard Nixon got carried away.  He said it was the greatest day since creation. Well that’s a pretty big statement! I understand that Billy Graham then reminded him of Christmas and Easter. &lt;/span&gt;I love Easter. Yes I know it is next month and I know for  Christians, every Sunday is Easter. But the resurrection is the core of the Gospel Message.   Isn't  it wonderful that around the world people think about the risen Christ for a least one day of the year.  It has always been a mystery to me that some believers are more comfortable with the bunny stuff than they are with having a special celebration about the most dramatic day in human history.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love this song by Eddie Carswell : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Not a word was heard at the tomb that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just shuffling of soldiers feet as they guarded the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One day, two days, three days had past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Could it be that Jesus breathed his last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Could it be that his Father had forsaken him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Turned his back on his son, despising our sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Oh hell seemed to whisper, "Just forget it, He's dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Then the Father looked down to his son and he said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Arise, My love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Arise, My love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;The grave no longer has a hold on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;No more death sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;No more suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Arise...Arise...my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;The Earth trembled and the tomb began to shake, and like lightening from Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;The stone was rolled away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;And this dead man the guards they all stood there in fright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;As the power of love displayed its might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;And suddenly a melody filled the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Riding wings of wind, it was everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;The words of creation had been longing to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;The sweet sound of victory, so loud and clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Arise, my love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Arise, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;The grave no longer has a hold on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;No more death sting no more suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Arise...arise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Sin, where are your shackles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Death, where is your sting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Hell; has been defeated. The grave will not hold, the king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Arise, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Arise, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Arise....Arise....Arise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-2011054541948860456?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2011054541948860456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=2011054541948860456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2011054541948860456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2011054541948860456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-easter.html' title='I love Easter'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-3529753881277713928</id><published>2011-03-14T13:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:58:33.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PTL!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>What a joy it was to hear Dr Jauss say to Diane you are in remission. In August Diane will go through some more tests. If the tests come back clear she will not have to be tested so often. PTL!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a student at FHU Dr Bradford use to say, "Give me my roses now."  Good advice I think. Tell your loved ones today, "I love you."  Life is fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-3529753881277713928?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3529753881277713928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=3529753881277713928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/3529753881277713928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/3529753881277713928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2011/03/ptl.html' title='PTL!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-1262759746166775351</id><published>2011-03-11T14:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:03:05.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>G Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwFimmP-C8I/TXqFlvbYfBI/AAAAAAAAAmA/l13RGKHTnEc/s1600/47p1.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwFimmP-C8I/TXqFlvbYfBI/AAAAAAAAAmA/l13RGKHTnEc/s400/47p1.preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582921571512122386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9vLcqRY12E/TXqFQonLbbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/H_qMocLAkho/s1600/47p1.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our sister congregation in Hot Springs Village  is having an open house Sunday.  There will be several groups there to sing including our own One Friday.  There new building is beautiful and very well laid out.  May God Bless their work in the Village. &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&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G man (Gerardo) is working with me today. There is not a finer young man than G man. He has such a spirit of service and is willing to serve wherever he is needed. We are blessed to have him as a part of Northside. I want to take him to Africa so bad. It would be a great experience for him and the African brothers would love him. I am praying about it, Will you join me in praying for guidance in this matter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As part of our domestic missions Joel Lewis is working some with the South West Church of Christ.  I want to encourage you to worship with them from time to time. It will be a great encouragement to them and to Joel.&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/6795304284200487063-1262759746166775351?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1262759746166775351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=1262759746166775351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1262759746166775351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1262759746166775351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2011/03/g-man.html' title='G Man'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwFimmP-C8I/TXqFlvbYfBI/AAAAAAAAAmA/l13RGKHTnEc/s72-c/47p1.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-8316935102075442388</id><published>2011-03-09T14:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:26:56.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth Watching</title><content type='html'>Francis Chan wrote Crazy Love. This is interesting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc04b1467802e0a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc04b1467802e0a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330167947%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F7E92D7A38369E16120376C6BF44D63D9EB6275.7B8A119CCFEB24F5E17B30B93151D3161B73123E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc04b1467802e0a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIl56Mzc6fXXIB1UPalUzHIF0btI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc04b1467802e0a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330167947%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F7E92D7A38369E16120376C6BF44D63D9EB6275.7B8A119CCFEB24F5E17B30B93151D3161B73123E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc04b1467802e0a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIl56Mzc6fXXIB1UPalUzHIF0btI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-8316935102075442388?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8316935102075442388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=8316935102075442388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8316935102075442388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8316935102075442388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2011/03/worth-watching.html' title='Worth Watching'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-2063854292617271871</id><published>2011-03-08T13:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:27:20.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chariots of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am preaching this Sunday.  In my study I ran across a video about Eric Liddell. Eric was a  Olympic Gold Medalist from Scotland. Joel Lewis told me that Eric Liddell is one of his favorite heroes.  Liddell was a man of great convictions. Liddell said,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"We are all missionaries. Wherever we go we either bring people nearer to Christ or we repel them from Christ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xEF4zH6XHCk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-2063854292617271871?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2063854292617271871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=2063854292617271871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2063854292617271871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2063854292617271871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2011/03/chariots-of-fire.html' title='Chariots of Fire'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xEF4zH6XHCk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-5935649681061323733</id><published>2011-03-05T10:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:03:42.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>I am going today to a funeral in Higden.  I have become more sensitive to such things after the passing of my mother.  I remember every kind word, card, memorial donation, visit, acts of kindness  (like picking up Joel and me up from the airport or teaching my class), and meals brought. It was so special to see friends from congregations where I have preached make the effort to come to the memorial service. I am blessed to have so many friends who still care after many many years. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am teaching 2 Corinthians on Sunday Mornings and I have been surprised how relevant it is to my life.  I am looking forward to teaching it again next quarter. I love this passage: 2 Cor.5:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28879" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28880" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28881" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28882" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28883" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Now the one who has fashioned us for this very purpose is God, who has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Spirit of God is a guarantee of Heaven!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I feel sorry for those who do not believe that we are really given the Holy Spirit. So many things are uncertain but we have a guarantee from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-5935649681061323733?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5935649681061323733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=5935649681061323733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5935649681061323733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5935649681061323733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-8776124190070666158</id><published>2011-03-02T11:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:35:27.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Happens</title><content type='html'>Wow. Life happens. I have not been able to keep up with my blog.  I am going to renew my efforts (again) and try to blog at least twice a week.  Aren't you glad we serve a God that not only looks at our intentions but also looks at our motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to Dorothy Clifton's funeral today and it was a beautiful service. Jimmy did a wonderful job leading singing and brother Stracener gave a very nice eulogy. He seems to have such a wonderful sweet spirit. It was a joy to listen to him. Tommy Clifton was unable to be a the funeral due to back problems. I know Tommy was very sad about this. Please pray for his recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6795304284200487063-8776124190070666158?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8776124190070666158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=8776124190070666158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8776124190070666158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8776124190070666158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-happens.html' title='Life Happens'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-5806086833432618140</id><published>2010-12-14T12:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:30:40.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a great lesson on Christmas by Tommy South</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:14pt;"&gt;Why It’s Good to Celebrate Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;Luke 2:1-20, Rom. 14:1-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;Recently we received a Christmas card from some dear Christian friends we have known for decades.  Devout, Godly people.  But the card was striking in that it was one of those generic “holiday” cards with a picture of a snowman, “seasons’s greetings,” but nothing about “Christmas” per se or Jesus’ birth – not even a Bible verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;That card is, I think, somewhat emblematic of a kind of schizophrenia that we’ve suffered from (myself included) for a long time in Churches of Christ.  On the one hand, Christmas is a time that is very special to almost all of us – a time for family, friends, food, gifts, decorations, etc. – and most of us participate in all of that to some extent.  On the other hand, however, it’s been a long-standing belief that we ought not to celebrate Christmas in any spiritual sense, especially not as the birth of Jesus, since such a celebration is not taught in Scripture.  Those taking this view do so out of a respect for the silence of Scripture, but this leaves us in the odd position as Christians of celebrating the secular aspects of the holidays (often carefully avoiding the “C” word), but not the spiritual aspects of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;There is often a considerable amount of judging one another that takes place, whether we do or do not observe Christmas.  Here are some quotes from a bulletin article that I’ve kept in my files.  It makes all of the usual arguments against observing Christmas, then closes with a stern condemnation of all who do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;          Man invented the holiday season known as “Christmas.”  The term “Christmas” is not found in the Holy Word. . . .   There is no indication of the date of his birth, and to attempt to provide such amounts to the same thing as attempting to set a date for his second coming. . . .  The term “Christmas,” according to history, was coined from the 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Century practice of Christes Masse (Mass of Christ).  The earliest evidence for a celebration of Christ’s birth comes from the time of the Roman emperor Commodus, around A.D. 188.  The feast of Christ’s birth was first found in Rome at the time of “bishop” Liberius.  It was made official by his decree in A.D. 354. . . .  The scriptures provide mankind with ALL THINGS that pertain unto LIFE and GODLINESS (II Pet. 1:3).  Thus, if the celebration of the birth of Christ pertained to either “life” or “godliness,” God would have included it in his revealed word.  Therefore, to add a religious significance to the birth of Christ with religious celebration of the same is to be guilty of adding to God’s word, which is sinful (Rev. 22:18). . . .  Paul wrote, “WHATSOEVER ye do in word OR DEED DO ALL IN THE NAME OF THE LORD JESUS” (Col. 3:17).  Doing things “in the name of the Lord” means doing things (all things) by his authority.  Since his authority (his word) is void of directives for celebrating his birth in a religious setting, to do so is to practice that which is an addition and, thus, a violation of that word.  When one does such, he rests under the condemnation of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;I beg to differ with that article, and want to explain why, in my opinion, it’s &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to observe Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;1.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Because there is good biblical precedent for celebrating Jesus’ birth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Some are quick to point out, and rightly so, that no one knows the exact date of Jesus’ birth, although we can get much closer to it than the writer of the article implies.  It’s highly unlikely that it took place on Dec. 25, or even close to that.  It is also true that Dec. 25 was chosen in order to “Christianize” a pagan holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;But regardless of that, how could it be “wrong” to celebrate Jesus’ coming into the world at ANY time of year?  The argument is often made that no one celebrated Jesus’ birth until centuries later, but that’s just wrong.  Read Luke 2:1-20, &amp;amp; you’ll see that it was an occasion for rejoicing from the beginning.  By what reasoning would we argue that something that was right at the time is now wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;There’s an odd tradition in some Churches of Christ: we want to preach &amp;amp; teach about Jesus’ incarnation and use those great hymns that so powerfully express His divine nature – so we do it at any time of year other than mid-winter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;Since it IS right to celebrate Jesus’ birth, wouldn’t it make more sense to do so when the world in general is at least to some extent focused on Jesus?  Shouldn’t we capitalize on that opportunity to tell more about Him &amp;amp; His coming, rather than avoiding the subject?  In our post-modern, post-Christian era, it seems to me that we need to grasp every opportunity to tell the story once again.  I recall several years ago, when I was stuck in the “ignore the whole thing” mode, that a couple visited our Sunday AM service just before Christmas.  I don’t recall what I preached on, but it had nothing to do with Jesus’ birth, and none of the “Christmas songs” were sung.  As they were leaving, the couple expressed their dismay, because they had chosen to visit us at that time, thinking they could participate in celebrating His birth.  Needless to say, we never saw them again.  Who knows what other opportunities we might have had to teach them if we hadn’t disappointed them?  Why not “redeem the time” &amp;amp; fill the celebration with biblical content, rather than merely celebrating the secular aspects of the season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;I’m not suggesting that we should indulge in some f the excesses that some go to at Christmas (“Happy Birthday, Jesus,” etc.), only that it’s a great time to teach about His incarnation and the reason for His coming &amp;amp; why it’s an occasion for great joy, &amp;amp; to praise God for His inexpressible gift by singing those wonderful old hymns &amp;amp; filling our worship services with readings from Matthew &amp;amp; Luke’s birth narratives.  It’s great to do that any time – it’s especially good to do so now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  font-style: italic; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;2.  Because by not observing Christmas, we ally ourselves with the enemies of our faith.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;As you well know, we are witnessing a cultural trend toward eliminating any &amp;amp; all public references to Jesus.  Secularists, atheists, &amp;amp; the various non-Christian religions are all concentrating on this effort.  Some religious groups who consider themselves Christian play right into that trend – groups such as the Jehovah’s Witnesses and the World Wide Church of God, for whom non-observance is a doctrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;I don’t know about you, but I refuse to stand any longer with atheists &amp;amp; non-believers &amp;amp; cultists by refusing or failing to celebrate Jesus’ birth!  It amazes me that some Christians dive headlong into the materialistic &amp;amp; even mythological aspects of the season, while piously condemning – or at best ignoring – the spiritual aspects.  Aren’t we playing into the devil’s hands by (a) missing out on a great opportunity to exalt Christ &amp;amp; (b) aligning ourselves with His enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;It seems to me that we should celebrate Jesus’ coming &amp;amp; urge others to do so as well, rather than stand by &amp;amp; lend tacit support to those who oppose Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  font-style: italic; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;3.  Because the pagan origins of Christmas have pretty much died out by now, &amp;amp; are no reason not to observe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Few people today even know the origins of Christmas, the reason for the date – that is, until some well-meaning Christian &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;tells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;Besides, we can be pretty inconsistent about this.  Think about it: the days of the week are all named for pagan gods (“Sunday” = “Day of the Sun,” “Thursday” = “Thor’s Day,” “Wednesday” = “Wodin’s Day,” etc.).  Does that mean that we should avoid referring to the days of the week by name, or that we should devise an alternate set of names for these days?  Of course not!  We simply recognize that the pagan associations have no bearing on our usage.  So why can’t it be the same with Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;There really is no valid argument to be made here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  font-style: italic; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;4.  Because Scripture says it’s okay to observe special days – or not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Romans 14:1-12 reflects some of the “issues” about which early Christians disagreed – certain foods that some thought should be avoided, the drinking of wine, and the observance of certain “days.”  What were these “days”?  One possibility is that they were pagan festivals that Christian converts thought it okay to continue to observe, minus their pagan sacrifices &amp;amp; rituals.  More likely, however, is the suggestion that these were the Jewish festivals from the OT.  We know that some Jewish Christians continued to practice certain aspects of their Jewish heritage even after conversion to Christ (see Paul’s “vow” in Acts 18:18 – apparently some form of the Nazirite vow).  It makes sense that some of them saw no reason to discontinue these festivals, even though they realized that Jesus had now come &amp;amp; superceded &amp;amp; completed them.  We can only imagine some of the sharp disagreements that must have arisen over such questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;Notice Paul’s response.  For one thing, he never says who’s right &amp;amp; who’s wrong in such debates.  His concern is that believers treat one another in a Christ-like manner, even in the midst of disagreeing strongly.  Paul’s admonition: “Don’t pass judgment b/c someone’s conscience differs from your own” (paraphrasing vs. 6-12).  The Romans were free to observe these “days” or not – &amp;amp; both be right.  Whichever way they decided, Paul said, they should do so in honor of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;So, that article that I quoted from earlier, condemning others for their choice to observe Christmas is itself unbiblical, b/c the writer is doing exactly what Paul said not to do!  If his conscience tells him not to celebrate, he’s justified in not doing so.  But he is NOT justified in saying that others are “under the condemnation of God” simply b/c their convictions do match his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;It is unlikely that all Christians will ever fully agree on this question (as on a great many others as well).  Some will choose not to observe Christmas at all.  Others’ consciences will allow them to observe Christmas as a holiday, but not as Jesus’ birth, &amp;amp; so they will avoid all references to that event.  Some, however – including me – will not see anything wrong with remembering in late December each year, as well as at other times, that the Word became flesh &amp;amp; dwelled among us, &amp;amp; will, in the spirit of Luke 2, rejoice with the angels &amp;amp; shepherds &amp;amp; all who have been redeemed by Him.  And we will use that opportunity to proclaim Him to others while they’re willing to listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;The important thing: As Paul said, whatever you do – or don’t do – about Christmas, do it to honor the Lord!  (And don’t look down on those who disagree with you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;Tommy South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;Glen Allen Church of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12pt;"&gt;Dec. 5, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-5806086833432618140?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5806086833432618140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=5806086833432618140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5806086833432618140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5806086833432618140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-reat-lesson-on-christmas-by.html' title='This is a great lesson on Christmas by Tommy South'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-903150282340619676</id><published>2010-12-08T10:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:10:02.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People I have Met and Lessons I have learned</title><content type='html'>He was my spiritual hero. I felt like he was the ideal preacher.  He messed up big time. I mean really big time.  I didn't know what to think.  Here are some lessons I learned.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;None but Jesus is perfect.  That is "There are none righteous no not one."  Face it we are all sinners saved by grace. We continue to need that grace our whole life.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satan goes after those in leadership in a big way. He knows how it hurts God and the kingdom when leaders fall.  Who knows how you or I would have reacted in the same circumstances. "There but for the grace of God go I."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we want mercy we need to be quick to give it. "Blessed are the merciful..."  I am not minimizing sin.  Jesus died for us knowing that we would mess up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is good to have heroes but our real hero must be Jesus.  Jesus never fails!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus Never Fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words &amp;amp; Music by: Gary Driskell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Featuring Shawn &amp;amp; Lee Ann and Tim &amp;amp; Bridget Dill &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many souls have tested Him throughout the course of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many still reach out to Him with broken hearts and minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And every one of them will say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without exception that they find…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus never fails... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even in the days of old, He brought His people through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then He came to show His love and died for me and you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then He rose again to prove, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That every story has been true…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus never fails…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus never fails.  Jesus never fails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might as well get thee behind me, Satan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You cannot prevail, because Jesus never fails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes this world brings trouble I find so hard to bear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I could not make it without Jesus being there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s so encouraging to know,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How ever deep we’re in despair…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus never fails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 4 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what can I do to prove to you, tell me how can you deny? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No untold facts, no mysteries, it’s all so cut and dried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the witness stand of your life,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll be the first to testify…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus never fails! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Repeat Chorus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know… Repeat Chorus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might as well get thee behind me, Satan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You cannot prevail, because Jesus never fails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never fails…&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/6795304284200487063-903150282340619676?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/903150282340619676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=903150282340619676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/903150282340619676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/903150282340619676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-i-have-met-and-lessons-i-have.html' title='People I have Met and Lessons I have learned'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-4665576384542697489</id><published>2010-11-19T11:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:51:19.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People I Have Met and Lessons I have Learned</title><content type='html'>He was dying and he was calling for me. His wife called and I Diane left and drove several hours for the hospital.  When I got there his wife his wife told me he had not spoken since she had called me.   She patted his hand and said "Mike is here." He woke up and looked at me and lifted his hand and pointed at me and said "You tell them preach Jesus. You tell them preach the Gospel." Those were his last words.  Jesus last words were "Father into your hands I commend my spirit." Often last words say a lot about how someone lived.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other reported last words I found on the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;              &lt;p&gt;This is the last of earth! I am content.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ John Quincy Adams, US President, d. February 21, 1848&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;See in what peace a Christian can die.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Joseph Addison, writer, d. June 17, 1719&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Is it not meningitis?&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Louisa M. Alcott, writer, d. 1888&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Waiting are they? Waiting are they? Well--let 'em wait.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;In response to an attending doctor who attempted to comfort him                by saying, "General, I fear the angels are waiting for you."&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Ethan Allen, American Revolutionary general, d. 1789&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Am I dying or is this my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her                family around her bedside.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Lady Nancy Astor, d. 1964&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Nothing, but death.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;When asked by her sister, Cassandra, if there was anything she                wanted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Jane Austen, writer, d. July 18, 1817&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Codeine . . . bourbon.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Tallulah Bankhead, actress, d. December 12, 1968&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;How were the receipts today at Madison Square Garden?&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ P. T. Barnum, entrepreneur, d. 1891&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ James M. Barrie, author, d. 1937&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Is everybody happy? I want everybody to be happy. I know I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Ethel Barrymore, actress, d. June 18, 1959&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such                a conventional thing to happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ John Barrymore, actor, d. May 29, 1942&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I am ready to die for my Lord, that in my blood the Church may                obtain liberty and peace.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Thomas à Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury, d.1170&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends applaud, the comedy is finished.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Ludwig van Beethoven, composer, d. March 26, 1827&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Humphrey Bogart, actor, d. January 14, 1957&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Josephine...&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Napoleon Bonaparte, French Emperor, May 5, 1821&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I am about to -- or I am going to -- die: either expression is                correct.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Dominique Bouhours, French grammarian, d. 1702&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Ah, that tastes nice. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Johannes Brahms, composer, d. April 3, 1897&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have                been so happy.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Spoken to her husband of 9 months, Rev. Arthur Nicholls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Charlotte Bronte, writer, d. March 31, 1855&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;In reply to her husband who had asked how she felt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, writer, d. June 28, 1861&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Lord George Byron, writer, d. 1824&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Et tu, Brute?&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Assassinated.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Gaius Julius Caesar, Roman Emperor, d. 44 BC&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I am still alive!&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Stabbed to death by his own guards - (as reported by Roman historian                Tacitus)&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Gaius Caligula, Roman Emperor, d.41 AD&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Don't let poor Nelly (his mistress, Nell Gwynne) starve.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Charles II, King of England and Scotland, d. 1685&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Ay Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Charles V, King of France, d. 1380&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I am dying. I haven't drunk champagne for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, writer, d. July 1, 1904&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;The earth is suffocating . . . Swear to make them cut me open,                so that I won't be buried alive.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Dying of tuberculosis.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Frederic Chopin, composer, d. October 16, 1849&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I'm bored with it all.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Before slipping into a coma. He died 9 days later.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Winston Churchill, statesman, d. January 24, 1965&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;This time it will be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Georges Clemenceau, French premier, d. 1929&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I have tried so hard to do the right.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Grover Cleveland, US President, d. 1908&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;That was the best ice-cream soda I ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Lou Costello, comedian, d. March 3, 1959&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Goodnight my darlings, I'll see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Noel Coward, writer, d. 1973&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;(expletive) . . . Don't you dare ask God to help me.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;To her housekeeper, who had begun to pray aloud.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Joan Crawford, actress, d. May 10, 1977&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;That was a great game of golf, fellers.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Harry Lillis "Bing" Crosby, singer / actor, d. October                14, 1977&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I am not the least afraid to die.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Charles Darwin, d. April 19, 1882&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;My God. What's happened?&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Diana (Spencer), Princess of Wales, d. August 31, 1997&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I must go in, the fog is rising.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Emily Dickinson, poet, d. 1886&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;Adieu, mes amis. Je vais la gloire.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;(Farewell, my friends! I go to glory!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Isadora Duncan, dancer, d. 1927&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;It is very beautiful over there.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Thomas Alva Edison, inventor, d. October 18, 1931&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;No, I shall not give in. I shall go on. I shall work to the end.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Edward VII, King of Britain, d. 1910&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;All my possessions for a moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Elizabeth I, Queen of England, d. 1603&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I've never felt better.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Douglas Fairbanks, Sr., actor, d. December 12, 1939&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I'd hate to die twice. It's so boring.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Richard Feynman, physicist, d. 1988&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I've had a hell of a lot of fun and I've enjoyed every minute of                it.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Errol Flynn, actor, d. October 14, 1959&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;A dying man can do nothing easy.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Benjamin Franklin, statesman, d. April 17, 1790&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Come my little one, and give me your hand.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Spoken to his daughter, Ottilie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, writer, d. March 22, 1832&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;Yes, it's tough, but not as tough as doing comedy.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;When asked if he thought dying was tough.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Edmund Gwenn, actor, d. September 6, 1959&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;God will pardon me, that's his line of work.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Heinrich Heine, poet, d. February 15, 1856&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Turn up the lights, I don't want to go home in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ O. Henry (William Sidney Porter), writer, d. June 4, 1910&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;All is lost. Monks, monks, monks!&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Henry VIII, King of England, d. 1547&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Thomas Hobbes, writer, d. 1679&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I see black light.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Victor Hugo, writer, d. May 22, 1885&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Oh, do not cry - be good children and we will all meet in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Andrew Jackson, US President, d. 1845&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Let us cross over the river and sit in the shade of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Killed in error by his own troops at the battle of Chancellorsville                during the US Civil War.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ General Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson, d. 1863&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Is it the Fourth?&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Thomas Jefferson, US President, d. July 4, 1826&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;Does nobody understand?&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ James Joyce, writer, d. 1941&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Why not? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Timothy Leary, d. May 31, 1996&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Now I have finished with all earthly business, and high time too.                Yes, yes, my dear child, now comes death.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Franz Leher, composer, d. October 24, 1948&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;A King should die standing.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Louis XVIII, King of France, d. 1824&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Why do you weep. Did you think I was immortal?&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Louis XIV, King of France, d. 1715&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I am a Queen, but I have not the power to move my arms.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Louise, Queen of Prussia, d. 1820&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Walter De La Mare, writer, d. 1956&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Let's cool it brothers . . .&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Spoken to his assassins, 3 men who shot him 16 times.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Malcolm X, Black leader, d. 1966&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Go on, get out - last words are for fools who haven't said enough.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;To his housekeeper, who urged him to tell her his last words                so she could write them down for posterity.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Karl Marx, revolutionary, d. 1883&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I forgive everybody. I pray that everybody may also forgive me,                and my blood which is about to be shed will bring peace to Mexico.                Long live Mexico! Long Live Independence!&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Maximilian, Emperor of Mexico, (Archduke Maximilian of Austria),                d. June 11, 1867&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Nothing matters. Nothing matters.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Louis B. Mayer, film producer, d. October 29, 1957&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;It's all been very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, writer, d. 1762&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I knew it. I knew it. Born in a hotel room - and (expletive) it -                died in a hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Eugene O'Neill, writer, d. November 27, 1953&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;Get my swan costume ready.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Anna Pavlova, ballerina, d. 1931&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I am curious to see what happens in the next world to one who dies                unshriven.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Giving his reasons for refusing to see a priest as he lay dying.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Pietro Perugino, Italian painter, d. 1523&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Lord help my poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Edgar Allan Poe, writer, d. October 7, 1849&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I love you Sarah. For all eternity, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Spoken to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ James K. Polk, US President, d. 1849&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Alexander Pope, writer, d. May 30, 1744&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I owe much; I have nothing; the rest I leave to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ François Rabelais, writer, d. 1553&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I have a terrific headache.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;He died of a cerebral hemorrhage.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ Franklin Delano Roosevelt, US President, d. 1945&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Put out the light.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Theodore Roosevelt, US President, d. 1919&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist. . . .&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Killed in battle during US Civil War.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ General John Sedgwick, Union Commander, d. 1864&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Sister, you're trying to keep me alive as an old curiosity, but                I'm done, I'm finished, I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;i&gt;Spoken to his nurse.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;~~ George Bernard Shaw, playwright, d. November 2, 1950&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I've had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that's the record                . . .&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Dylan Thomas, poet, d. 1953&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Moose . . . Indian . . .&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Henry David Thoreau, writer, d. May 6, 1862&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;I feel here that this time they have succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Leon Trotsky, Russian revolutionary, d. 1940&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Don't worry chief, it will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Rudolph Valentino, actor, d. August 23, 1926&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Woe is me. Me thinks I'm turning into a god.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Vespasian, Roman Emperor, d. 79 AD&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Pancho Villa, Mexican revolutionary, d. 1923&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the                quality it should have.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Leonardo da Vinci, artist, d. 1519&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I die hard but am not afraid to go.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ George Washington, US President, d. December 14, 1799&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Go away. I'm all right.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ H. G. Wells, novelist, d. 1946&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Oscar Wilde, writer, d. November 30, 1900&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Woodrow Wilson, US President, d. 1924&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Curtain! Fast music! Light! Ready for the last finale! Great! The                show looks good, the show looks good!&lt;br /&gt;              ~~ Florenz Ziegfeld, showman, d. July 22, 1932&lt;/p&gt;                        I sometimes wonder what will my last words be. What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-4665576384542697489?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4665576384542697489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=4665576384542697489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/4665576384542697489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/4665576384542697489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-i-have-met-and-lessons-i-have.html' title='People I Have Met and Lessons I have Learned'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-6050069585779278137</id><published>2010-11-04T10:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:46:56.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question: "What is the value in attending a Christian camp? Is the concept of Christian camping biblical?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left" class="text2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: "What is the value in attending a Christian camp? Is the concept of Christian camping biblical?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: &lt;/strong&gt;There are many factors that make Christian camping a positive and valuable experience. All of these experiences are found to some extent in the local church and in other types of ministries, but they are &lt;i&gt;strongly&lt;/i&gt; present in Christian camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, in most Christian camps, there is an extensive exposure to the Word of God. Hebrews 4:12 tells us that the Bible is living and powerful. A typical day in a Christian camp will have some form of personal or group devotions, an evening chapel service, and a Scripture memorization program. This repeated use of the Word of God over a week’s time is very valuable in letting the Word dwell richly in the lives of the campers and staff (Colossians 3:16). God often orchestrates the various times in the Word to emphasize the same themes from different angles or to offer a variety of emphases that will meet different needs in the different individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the opportunity for campers to observe and learn from godly mentors (counselors, staff, and speakers). Many campers come from broken homes or grow up with less-than-ideal role models because one or both parents are unsaved or weak and immature in their faith. As Paul encouraged others to follow his example as he emulated Christ (1 Corinthians 11:1), these godly mentors are able to model loving discipline and the freedom it offers. They are also able to show unconditional love, model how a godly man or woman behaves, and display God-centered living before the campers. Commonly it is God’s written Word that He uses most to affect and change lives, but often He also effectively uses the “Bible” bound in shoe leather—godly mentoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian camp is typically sponsored and supported by a number of local churches. These churches commit and encourage their members to systematically pray for the campers, staff, and speakers. God promises that the fervent prayer of a righteous man (or woman) accomplishes a great deal (James 5:16). God, in His grace, works in response to these praying saints, and it is the campers (as well as the staff and speakers) that receive the benefit of these unseen labors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another beneficial factor is what are commonly &lt;i&gt;absent&lt;/i&gt; at a Christian camp: TV’s, cell-phones, mp3 players, computers, video games, etc. These distractions serve to busy the mind and keep young people from focusing on the deeper questions of life such as, “Why am I here?” “What will happen to me when I die?” “Does my life have meaning?” While occupied with fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind (Ephesians 2:3), young people have little time to ponder such questions. When these mind-occupying distractions are taken away, campers have the time to ponder the Word in a much deeper way than a once-a-week church experience allows. Once distractions are removed, campers find themselves surrounded by God’s creation, an environment that turns their minds to Him and to the eternal and away from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian camp also provides a place for godly young people to grow in serving Christ, both behind the scenes in tasks that Amy Carmichael might have described as “holy drudgery,” but also in learning how to share the gospel, give devotions from the Bible, and pray with others about their needs. God not only works in campers’ hearts, but He is typically busy in the lives of staff and counselors as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another major blessing is that Christian camping allows the broadening of one’s circle of fellowship. For many campers, new friends they meet at camp one year, and continue to see year by year, become life-long friends that they care for, pray for, and encourage in Christ for decades. And it has happened more than once that a camper even ends up meeting his or her future godly spouse while attending or serving in a camp setting. God has greatly used Christian camping in calling out ones to be saved and to serve Him as Lord, whether as missionaries, pastors, or just as importantly, as “full-time Christians.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="text2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;© Copyright 2002-2010 Got Questions Ministries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-6050069585779278137?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6050069585779278137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=6050069585779278137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/6050069585779278137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/6050069585779278137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/11/question-what-is-value-in-attending.html' title='Question: &quot;What is the value in attending a Christian camp? Is the concept of Christian camping biblical?&quot;'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-4025199170657148770</id><published>2010-10-31T19:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:02:05.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That's Really Scary!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am not much for scary movies but I remember one movie with Dan Aykroyd that was funny and scary.  In one scene he is driving down a dark country road with a guy that I believed had been hitchhiking and Aykroyd's character had picked him up. They were having nice conversation and Dan Aykroyd turn to the man he had picked up and said, "Do you want to see something really scary?" Then he turned away and turn backed and his face had transformed into a really scary monster.  I don't remember much else but I remember that line "Do you want to see something really scary?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this Halloween do you want to hear something really scary. The scariest words ever spoken? "Depart I know you not." Now that is really scary. Everything else pales on the "Really Scary " meter when you compare it to the words of Jesus, "Depart..."  Aren't you glad that Jesus know you? He does doesn't he?????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-4025199170657148770?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4025199170657148770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=4025199170657148770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/4025199170657148770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/4025199170657148770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-thats-really-scary.html' title='Now That&apos;s Really Scary!!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-1118624004783603128</id><published>2010-10-22T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:53:38.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People I have met and Lessons I have learned</title><content type='html'>She had lots of tattoos and talked rough.  She was a native (born and bred in Jersey)  She was at my office to sell me radio time for my Bible Break radio program.  She sure didn't appear to be interested in Christianity and yet she was. She was the first person I baptized in New Jersey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that she really did have a Holy Hunger. That she was a God seeker.  You can't always recognize a God seeker by their appearance or even manner of life. God knows those who are his. We must not be soil inspectors but rather sowers of the seed. God makes it grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-1118624004783603128?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1118624004783603128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=1118624004783603128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1118624004783603128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1118624004783603128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-i-have-met-and-lessons-i-have_22.html' title='People I have met and Lessons I have learned'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-867535785958787213</id><published>2010-10-20T09:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:22:47.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Cares</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Have you ever felt like no one cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;This article by Phiilip Eichman touched my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;SOMEONE  CARES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;             There were only two of us waiting in the truck on that cold winter morning.  One was an older man  who had worked at the cemetery for many years, and the other was me, a college  student who worked on Saturdays and during the summers.  We had been told to  wait by the graveside because they might need help with pallbearers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;             Finally, the black hearse pulled up and the driver got out. The three of us carried the casket to  the grave.  It wasn't very heavy--only a wooden box covered with some type  of fabric and the remains of a frail elderly lady who had died in a nursing  home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;             The man from the funeral home read a few words from a small book and we lowered the casket.  That was  it.  No one else seemed to know or care that this lady had passed from this life  to the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;          That isn't quite right.  Someone did know and did care.  The Bible tells us that God  knows and cares about each of us.  David wrote, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when  I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and  my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways" (Psalm 139:1-3).  Jesus used a more earthy, yet no less profound illustration when he said, "Are not  five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.  Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are  worth more than many sparrows" (Luke 12:6-7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;         Perhaps most amazing of all is  that God still knows and cares about those who live in defiance of him.  Like the father waiting  for his rebellious son to return home in the Parable of the Prodigal Son, God  hopefully waits for those who live as if he does not even exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;         Yes, it may have seemed as though  no one cared that cold morning in the cemetery, but Someone did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    Philllip Eichman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;    Searcy, Arkansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;I am on my way to the Lewisville Texas church this morning. Please pray for Traveling Mercies for the little blue Gospel Chariot as I head down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It has been a joy to watch Diane and her sister.  Sherry is visiting with us and it is a joy to see the Bodine girls at "play" with each other.  Family is so important. How sad that so many are without family while others undervalue it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-867535785958787213?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/867535785958787213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=867535785958787213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/867535785958787213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/867535785958787213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/10/someone-cares.html' title='Someone Cares'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-5114499784500297520</id><published>2010-10-19T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:57:34.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People I have met and Lessons I have learned</title><content type='html'>Tim had not been a christian very long but he was on fire.  I baptized Tim in Williamstown West Virgina. Tim was not raised in the church. He was dating one of our outstanding young ladies.  Tim was not a push over. He questioned everything.  But when he got it he really got it.  What he knew he shared. And now here he was in the baptistery ready to baptize a friend.  When he immersed his friend he brought him up and joyfully said"Wow this is fun!" Some sitting in the office were offended by his joy. I wasn't because I knew Tim "Got it."  Now some 30 years later he still gets it. He is a preacher and elder at a congregation he helped start from scratch.  It is a amazing congregation of several hundred filled with lots of people who "get it."  Thanks Tim for the joy you have given me watching you teach what you know (which is a whole bunch now) to hundreds and helping them "get it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-5114499784500297520?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5114499784500297520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=5114499784500297520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5114499784500297520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5114499784500297520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-i-have-met-and-lessons-i-have_19.html' title='People I have met and Lessons I have learned'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-9058796231201400624</id><published>2010-10-12T11:20:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:27:31.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUMS1cV-N3M/TLTSW20NOYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/URDvRMza9xk/s1600/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUMS1cV-N3M/TLTSW20NOYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/URDvRMza9xk/s400/Photo+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527273932803881346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Caden was four this week.  I bought him a bicycle and Diane will take it to him this weekend. Where do the years go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People I have Met and Lessons I Have Learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I completely forgot my Financial Peace class last Thursday. I have only done something like this a couple of times in my 40 plus years of preaching. One other time I was sitting at my desk in Mt Carmel, Illinois and my phone rang. The voice on the phone said, Where are you? We have 500 kids waiting for you to speak." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;!  Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  Thankfully they were very forgiving although they never asked me to speak again.  We all do big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt; don't we?  Thankfully God is very forgiving.  But in saying that we must be careful. While God forgives there are often ongoing  consequences.  So let's thank God for His grace but let us also work at going to him in our times of need so we can beat (with his help) some of our weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="versiontext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 4:16 So  let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will  receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it  most. &lt;span class="versiontext"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nlt.scripturetext.com/hebrews/4.htm"&gt;New Living Translation&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.newlivingtranslation.com/"&gt;(©2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I leave for Fayette Missouri in the morning.  When I return I Thursday I teach Financial Peace that night.  Friday I leave for Waco Texas.  I will speak to three different congregations.  Then when I return on Tuesday I get to spend the night at home. Wednesday I leave for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lewisville&lt;/span&gt; Texas. When I return I have two days at home and then I head to Bernie, Missouri.  I think I hear, On The Road Again, lightly paying through my mind. Please pray for Traveling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mercies&lt;/span&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/6795304284200487063-9058796231201400624?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9058796231201400624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=9058796231201400624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/9058796231201400624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/9058796231201400624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-i-have-met-and-things-i-have.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUMS1cV-N3M/TLTSW20NOYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/URDvRMza9xk/s72-c/Photo+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-8168734238066997288</id><published>2010-10-11T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:47:37.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People I Have Met and Lesoons I have Learned</title><content type='html'>I really wasn't all that interested in what was going on. But when Madge sang in the beautiful alto voice I couldn't help but listen. Sometime I would every try to sing the notes she was singing.  I was only 12 or 13 and still had a very high soprano voice.  Despite my bests efforts I really enjoyed singing, especially when I could hear Madge.  Some of the songs shaped my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know how God is impacting  lives. Sometimes even 12 and 13 year olds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-8168734238066997288?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8168734238066997288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=8168734238066997288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8168734238066997288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8168734238066997288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-i-have-met-and-lesoons-i-have.html' title='People I Have Met and Lesoons I have Learned'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-1727310466237311516</id><published>2010-10-07T15:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:29:50.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night At the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUMS1cV-N3M/TK5Ix8edajI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_5H1bmQLdZU/s1600/IMAG0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Well not "ever" but he was pretty rowdy.  At church camp he was a really  a pill.  But you couldn't help but like him.  He had a wonderful personality and I felt like he had a lot of talent but I was afraid he might never use it productively. Who would have thought he would ever stand before thousands preaching the Gospel.  Or that he  would help establish a congregation of hundreds. But he did both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has turned out to be one of the most effective preachers I have ever know.  You just never know do you?  God does amazing things with people.  A rowdy young man has become someone I admire greatly.  Isn't God good.  He doesn't give up on us.  If he could use a rowdy young man with a good heart I wonder what he could do with you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-8538950281527824082?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8538950281527824082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=8538950281527824082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8538950281527824082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8538950281527824082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-i-have-met-and-lessons-i-have.html' title='People I have met and Lessons I have learned'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-7206132158851019393</id><published>2010-08-24T14:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:16:10.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I have Learned and People I Have Met</title><content type='html'>Leo was a good man and I am sure he meant well but boy did he get on my nerves.  Every Sunday he would present me a list of  mispronounced words.  He would hand it to me at the door on his way out of the auditorium.  I often  made the mistake of looking at it right then.  Talk about a downer.  I wouldn't do that now. I mean immediately read the note. I know when you step down from the pulpit emotions are high.  I needed to learn to take evaluation and consider the source.  But if the evaluation is right learn from it.  God sometimes used the enemies of Israel to teach them a lesson. Words have the power of life and death. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also learned that some things need corrected and some things just need to be covered with love. Be careful about giving honest criticism  for someones own good. Unless it is really important or has been asked for don't give it. Just pray instead. I am pretty sure everything is not a salvation issue. If God opens a door or gives an opportunity take it but Be Kind to One another.   Ask yourself, "How would I react to this kind of evaluation?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-7206132158851019393?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7206132158851019393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=7206132158851019393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/7206132158851019393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/7206132158851019393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/08/lessons-i-have-learned-and-people-i_24.html' title='Lessons I have Learned and People I Have Met'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-5607045917160477198</id><published>2010-08-20T09:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:28:26.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met - 7</title><content type='html'>Some of you have asked if I am stopping this series of blogs.  I  am going to try to be more disciplined and blog at least 3 times a week.  Life happens and I have been distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layton L. is the first preacher I remember.  He seemed to a young boy to be just a normal person. He  took a  interest in me and even after he moved to another congregation he had a big influence on me.  He encouraged me to go to FHC when no one else was very encouraging.  He helped me financially every semester. He saw something in me that not many did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night at church camp I was bunking in his cabin.  ( I still remember waking up at camp with Layton singing corny songs over the loud speakers) I asked him what the L. (his middle name) stood for and he said I would have to guess. I never did get the right name.  50 years I still don't know what his middle name was. But I know this -- that whatever good I am doing in the kingdom is in part because of him. My fruit is his fruit.  You never know what a scrawny, shy 13 year boy might do or how he might be used by God.  Thanks Layton L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-5607045917160477198?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5607045917160477198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=5607045917160477198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5607045917160477198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5607045917160477198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/08/lessons-i-have-learned-and-people-i.html' title='Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met - 7'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-2050014476819514095</id><published>2010-07-29T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:18:17.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUMS1cV-N3M/TFGpqQpqxJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/azTmAqrT-SQ/s1600/RallyFinal.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUMS1cV-N3M/TFGpqQpqxJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/azTmAqrT-SQ/s200/RallyFinal.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499363163485422738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-2050014476819514095?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2050014476819514095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=2050014476819514095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2050014476819514095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2050014476819514095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUMS1cV-N3M/TFGpqQpqxJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/azTmAqrT-SQ/s72-c/RallyFinal.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-7348616094882806447</id><published>2010-03-25T09:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:05:45.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met -6</title><content type='html'>Aggie loved the song, There Is A God.  When I led it for her and the little group gathered she would sing out with great fervor.  I always got chill bumps watching Aggie sing.  You see, Aggie had spent her life in institutions, pretty much abandoned and  she was a quadriplegic.  If anyone had a reason to doubt it was Aggie.  But she did not give into doubt. Instead she sang with great conviction and incredible joy,  "There Is A God!"   God forgive me when I whine!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Aggie I hope you are running the streets of Gold when I get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-7348616094882806447?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7348616094882806447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=7348616094882806447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/7348616094882806447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/7348616094882806447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/03/lessons-i-have-learned-and-people-i.html' title='Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met -6'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-6365982355007235268</id><published>2010-02-25T16:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:40:17.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met - 5</title><content type='html'>In every congregation over the last 40 years there have always been those  that seemed to always know a better way to do everything that that the congregation is doing. They always know a better congregation, a better program, or a better speaker.  Sometimes they are right but they really have very little influence.  Often their attendance will be spotty, and their personal life is sometimes not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I leaned from "I can do it better people" is that being right is more than just being right.  If you are going to influence others for good there needs to be words and deeds.   It really is true that people will often follow a good example quicker than they will good words. Sometimes, even when we know a better way or at least think we do, we need to be quiet, set an example, and say good job. Show people the way and they usually will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd see him go to church almost every Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had invited me to go a time or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made no bones about the fact that he was a christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he seemed to know I was looking for some truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never looked at me with eyes of condemnation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though he knew I was uneasy when he pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was always there to lend a hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and when he did he'd always say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that the good Lord and his blessing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are what made him act that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather see a sermon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than to hear one any day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather one would walk with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than merely show the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actions speak much louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than all the words can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I'd rather see a sermon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than hear one any day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were times that I would see him from a distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he didn't know that I was watching him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he always took the time to love his children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he treated his wife like his best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got the call two weeks ago this Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that the job I had ten years was at the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was the first to call and show up on my doorstep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he said that he would be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till we got on our feet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather see a sermon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than to hear one any day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather one would walk with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than merely show the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actions speak much louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than all the words can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I'd rather see a sermon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than hear one any day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never was much for religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too many double-standard people let me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the message this man lived was very simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he showed me what I needed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he was there when I let Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turn my life around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather see a sermon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than to hear one any day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather one would walk with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than merely show the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actions speak much louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than all the words can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I'd rather see a sermon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than hear one any day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I'd rather see a sermon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;than hear one any day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bruce Carroll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-6365982355007235268?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6365982355007235268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=6365982355007235268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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of my favorite memories is when the Knappiers lived in New Jersey. We lived right across from a golf course.&amp;nbsp; When it snowed that golf course became a toboggan run. My boys loved taking our sleds and sledding. Nathan was just 2 or 3 years old. &amp;nbsp; The toboggan runs were fast and long so we wouldn't let him go down by himself. Or at least that was the plan .&amp;nbsp; I turned my back for a moment and when I turned around I saw my sled zooming down the course with two little feet bouncing up and down. I watched with great concern . I started to yell, "Nathan come back here," but it was to late for that.&amp;nbsp; He made to the bottom of the hill and kept go into a snow bank. The sled stopped but he kept going head first into to the snow bank. I got down to him as quick as I could and all I saw of him was to little legs sticking out of the snow.&amp;nbsp; I pulled him out, brushed him off, and he said, "Again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is understandable that a small child might not recognize a dangerous situation.&amp;nbsp; It is different for an adult. It is to easy to think I can read that. I can say that, I can watch that, and etc. Remember what the apostle Paul wrote, "When you think you stand, take heed least you fall."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-6148802451656247589?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6148802451656247589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=6148802451656247589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/6148802451656247589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/6148802451656247589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-2352876887297887953</id><published>2010-01-26T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:23:40.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I heard some noise in the auditorium and I went into check it out. When I looked in i saw 3 or 4 children playing church. One little girl was leading the singing. One little guy was the designated prayer leader and after a little singing he&amp;nbsp;stood&amp;nbsp;and said "it is time to&amp;nbsp;pray." &amp;nbsp;After he said amen another little girl got up behind the rostrum and starting preaching. She shouted ,No. No, No, No! Then they had the invitation. &amp;nbsp; It was so cute and yet disturbing. Is that how they saw preachers and Christianity. &amp;nbsp;Was it all about, "No?" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There is a saying that I have heard through the years, "Little pictures have big ears." &amp;nbsp;Our children are devoloping their God views by what they see and hear at church and at home. &amp;nbsp;Wouldn't it be terrible if we were giving them the idea that God's favorite word is no!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28803" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But as surely as God is faithful, our message to you is not "Yes" and "No."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28804" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For the Son of God, Jesus Christ, who was preached among you by me and Silas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="footnote" style="line-height: 0.5em;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-28804b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Timothy, was not "Yes" and "No," but in him it has always been "Yes."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28805" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For no matter how many promises God has made, they are "Yes" in Christ. And so through him the "Amen" is spoken by us to the glory of God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28806" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now it is God who makes both us and you stand firm in Christ. He anointed us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28807" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;set his seal of ownership on us, and put his Spirit in our hearts as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-2352876887297887953?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2352876887297887953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=2352876887297887953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2352876887297887953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2352876887297887953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-i-have-learned-and-people-i_26.html' title='Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met - 4'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-145012969818701527</id><published>2010-01-22T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:19:14.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bathrooms were in the back of the building and you had to walk by the pulpit to get there. I was preaching (waxing eloquent)and a little by got loose from his mother and ran down the aisle past me and said,  " Hi preach!"  The door was left open  and I tried to get everyones attention but it was impossible. You could hear everything that was going on. Finally after what seemed an eternity I heard flush and a little sweet voice hollering out, "Mom come and wipe me."  For a moment there was a stunned silence and then a blushing mother ran back there and I heard her saying I am going to kill you!" The congregation erupted into laughter and it got louder and louder. When the embarrassed mother and little boy emerged the congregation went hysterical. One old fellow who always sat on the front row and never cracked a smile laughed so hard he fell in the floor. One of the leaders finally got up and said "I think the Lord will understand if we dismiss now."  And He did and he does. You can't read the Gospels without knowing that Jesus would have laughed as hard and harder than anyone. Nehemiah 8:10 has always impacted my life 'The joy of the Lord is my strength."  Laughter is good medicine.  "A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones" (Proverbs 17:22, NIV) I bet that Sunday added years to my life.&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/6795304284200487063-145012969818701527?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/145012969818701527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=145012969818701527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/145012969818701527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/145012969818701527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-i-have-learned-and-people-i_22.html' title='Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met - 3'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-8142483087313125649</id><published>2010-01-20T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:15:30.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Years - 2</title><content type='html'>We had 90 on Sunday morning and 105 in Sunday night.&amp;nbsp; A few months earlier the attendance had been at 35 on Sunday mornings.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe how God was blessing this little congregation in this tiny rural community.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty sure it wasn't about my oratory skills because I still got ill every Sunday morning before speaking. Sometimes moments before sermon time and immediately afterwards.&amp;nbsp; I know Diane and I were working hard but it had to be God moving in the hearts of the people.&amp;nbsp; A couple of the older men asked to speak with me after the evening service.&amp;nbsp; They said, "Mike you are doing a wonderful job and we have never had so many baptisms and our attendance is the best it has every been. In fact our building is overflowing and if you keep bringing in people we will have to build."&amp;nbsp; I was very thrilled to here their assessment. But that wasn't all they had to say. "Mike we want you to quit bringing in folks because&amp;nbsp; we have enough and we are not going to build."&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe my ears.&amp;nbsp; I will never forget that moment. I know they were good men and in their way loved God and the truth.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp; the phrase "we have enough" still echoes in my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I have been surprised how many times I have heard that same thought. Oh it might not be spoken as bluntly but the idea was the same.&amp;nbsp; I pray that I will never have that attitude. I pray that "church" will never be about me, my kind, and my comfort in the auditorium.&amp;nbsp; My we ever have the goal of "bringing many sons to glory'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-8142483087313125649?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8142483087313125649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=8142483087313125649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8142483087313125649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/8142483087313125649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-had-90-on-sunday-morning-and-105-in.html' title='40 Years - 2'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-2404130215018553213</id><published>2010-01-19T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:13:58.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I am going to begin 40 blogs of walking through my 40 plus years of of ministry. Some stories, incidents, and characters will be combined. &amp;nbsp;Each posting will have include an incident or person and a lesson learned from my past 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A long time ago and in a galaxy far away... I was a 16 year old at church camp. &amp;nbsp;I loved camp. Most of the staff were preachers and this particular year they were all really cool guys. &amp;nbsp;I loved Dean who was a great preacher and a wonderful singer. He could play the guitar and sing and often did for us during talent night. Layton (my hometown preacher)was also a counselor and he knew a million jokes. He was old (about 40) and I was amazed at how&amp;nbsp;athletic&amp;nbsp;he was. Then there &amp;nbsp;was Bobby who was a dramatic speaker and who could hit a softball a long way. &amp;nbsp;One of my favorites things was when we would have camp news during lunch at Sherry's Beanery. Bob with his booming voice would give a very funny news broadcast. Sometimes &amp;nbsp;around a campfire Russell (one of the smartest and kindest men I know) would play his guitar &amp;nbsp;and sing "I Know an Old Lady Who&amp;nbsp;Swallowed&amp;nbsp;a Fly..." &amp;nbsp;It was great fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then Bob, with the booming voice, shook up my world. He asked me to do chapel and he wouldn't take no for an answer. &amp;nbsp;Didn't he know that the last time I stood before a crowd, except with a basketball in my hands , was when I was 13 and I was leading singing and my voice cracked and &amp;nbsp;people laughed and I vowed never to stand before a crowd again? &amp;nbsp;But somehow he talked me into it and for days the food that enjoyed at Sherry's Beanery, and the softball games, and Dean singing, and the campfires lost their joy. I had to stand before a crowd&amp;nbsp;again. Even worse they were teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wednesday came, I preached for ever (5 minutes) and I set down. No one laughed, I didn't die and camp became fun again. &amp;nbsp; Interestingly (at least to me) the sermon I preached had three points about the cross of Christ that I later in life used in a Bible Study Course for Africa that was study by thousands. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When you surround yourself with positive people who love you they will often see things in you that you do not see in yourself. If you surround yourself with negative critical people they will help you confirm the worst in yourself and other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-2404130215018553213?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2404130215018553213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=2404130215018553213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2404130215018553213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/2404130215018553213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-i-have-learned-and-people-i.html' title='Lessons I have Learned and People I have Met'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-1557808248405107790</id><published>2010-01-16T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:52:52.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out of the Baby Bed</title><content type='html'>My youngest Grandson Caden is a little hoot.  He is getting ready to have a little brother and he doesn't quite know what to think about it.  His mom and dad are working on the babies room and he decided last night to sleep in the baby bed. When he awoke he just laid there and cooed and giggled like a little baby.  It was really sweet.   I am sure when the baby comes &amp;nbsp;he will adapt and be happy, but for now he is reacting like a little child might react.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not sweet when those who have been a Christian for quite awhile don't understand why the "new baby" is getting a lot of attention. No doubt we everyone is &amp;nbsp;important in the Kingdom of Jesus but it is natural and expected that we grow up and teach, nourish, and love the next generation.  Caden will soon do that for his baby brother Jude and Jude will pass it on.  And we will all be loved by God. We have to get out of the nursery. God expects us to grow. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 5: 11 - 114 We have much to say about this, but it is hard to explain because you are slow to learn. In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God's word all over again. You need milk, not solid food! Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness. But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-1557808248405107790?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1557808248405107790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=1557808248405107790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1557808248405107790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1557808248405107790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-out-of-baby-bed.html' title='Get out of the Baby Bed'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-60188474955158158</id><published>2010-01-15T15:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:55:15.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Jesus</title><content type='html'>There is a true story of a boy who suffered under the Nazis during World War II that clearly communicates what I am trying to put into words.  This Jewish boy was living in a small Polish village when he and all the other Jews of the vicinity were rounded up by Nazi SS Troops and sentenced to death.  This boy joined his neighbors in digging a shallow ditch for their graves.  Then they were lined up against a wall and machine-gunned. Their corpses fell into the shallow grave and then the Nazis covered their crumpled bodies with dirt.  But none of the bullets hit this little boy.  His naked body was splattered with the blood of his parents and when they fell into the ditch, he pretended to be dead and fell on top of them.  The grave was so shallow that the thin covering of dirt did not prevent air from getting through to him so that he could breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hours later, when darkness fell, this ten-year old boy clawed his way out of the grave.  With blood and dirt caked to his little body, he made his way to the nearest house and begged for help.  Recognizing him as one of the Jewish boys marked for death by the SS, the woman who answered screamed at him to go away and slammed the door.  He was turned away at the next house as well as at the one after that.  In each case, the unwillingness to risk getting into trouble with the SS Troops overpowered any feeling of compassion that these people might have had.  Dirty, bloodied, and shivering, the little boy limped from one house to the next begging for somebody to help him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something inside seemed to guide him to say something that was very strange for a Jewish boy to say.  When the next family responded to his timid knocking in the still of the night, they heard him cry, “Don’t you recognize me?  I am the Jesus you say you love.”  After a poignant pause that must have seemed like an eternity to the little boy, the woman who stood in the doorway swept him into her arms and kissed him.  From that day on, the members of that family cared for that boy as though he was one of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was told by the woman who took him in on that horrible night.  She told the story not to elicit praise for herself, but to tell others of the joy and happiness he had brought to her over the years.  She had discovered that when one labors to help hurting people, one labors to serve Jesus Himself.  What could be more fulfilling work than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tony Campolo, Who Switched The Price Tags?, Word Publishing, 1986, pages 119-121.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-60188474955158158?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/60188474955158158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=60188474955158158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/60188474955158158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/60188474955158158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-jesus.html' title='I Am Jesus'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-5577476065150634435</id><published>2010-01-15T09:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:00:39.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Problems?</title><content type='html'>Today I took Diane to have a Echo Cardiogram. This test will allow the doctors to see her heart function.  Unfortunately there is not a Echo Cardiogram for our "spiritual heart."  Of course God can see it but we cannot.  Thankfully we have the living and active word of God to reveal the thoughts and intents of our heart (Hebrews 4:112) But  the Echo Cardiogram does no good if you don't let the technician view your heart and the Word will do us no good if we don't invite the Spirit of God to search our heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-5577476065150634435?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5577476065150634435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=5577476065150634435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5577476065150634435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5577476065150634435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-problems.html' title='Heart Problems?'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-371249089232952878</id><published>2010-01-14T14:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:17:39.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dadacb659d146670" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddadacb659d146670%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330167947%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D92A42DA80CED7E67EA9119BED1668C38088DEAB.28D4D4117380808EDD7865643EB22809B3823F02%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddadacb659d146670%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKbxjQpkNowIA_ZW1NF_FJvFoeCE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddadacb659d146670%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330167947%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D92A42DA80CED7E67EA9119BED1668C38088DEAB.28D4D4117380808EDD7865643EB22809B3823F02%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddadacb659d146670%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKbxjQpkNowIA_ZW1NF_FJvFoeCE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-371249089232952878?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/371249089232952878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=371249089232952878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/371249089232952878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/371249089232952878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-7233431595593933927</id><published>2010-01-12T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:14:03.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow in Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=6fdaaf6dd6&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12620cc7e4af3ed6&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=6fdaaf6dd6&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12620cc7e4af3ed6&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6795304284200487063-7233431595593933927?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7233431595593933927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=7233431595593933927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/7233431595593933927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/7233431595593933927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/grow-in-grace.html' title='Grow in Grace'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-1189994501997942819</id><published>2010-01-11T07:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:00:41.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my bed!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I love my bed. Diane and I live a pretty modest life in most things such as car, home and etc. But we did splurge in one area. Our bed. I bought one of those with memory foam that can be raised up and down. It is so comfortable. No matter how many hours I sleep I never want to get up. It is so so comfortable and so warm. I love my bed. I love my comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if some times that's is not the way we live our christian life. We know we need to get up. We know we need to be challenged but "our pew" and the way we have always done things is just so comfortable. Here is the truth, unless we are perfect we need to get up, get out, and get going. We need to remember what Jesus said about those wine skins that wouldn't stretch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-1189994501997942819?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1189994501997942819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=1189994501997942819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1189994501997942819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/1189994501997942819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-my-bed.html' title='I love my bed!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6795304284200487063.post-5352241614382177842</id><published>2009-12-09T13:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:06:25.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;The Christmas Rose!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love roses. At Christmas we celebrate the giving of a rose more beautiful than words can describe. God's gift to the world: the Rose of Sharon! His fragrance fills our souls.  His warm, loving presence seems to even flood our world. People are often kinder,  more loving, more giving than at any other time of the year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People are lonely too--more than at any other time of the year. I recently read  a story that touched my heart.  A lady named Rose,  lives alone--and apparently has no family...but according to the story there's a  Avon lady who calls on her regularly.  Rose selected and purchased an Avon item, then looked at the Avon lady  and asked, "Will you wrap this up for me--and write on a card, 'To Rose, from Santa'?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hearts break as I realize how many others there are, just like Rose. Jesus Christ, the Rose of Sharon, came to earth for them too. Look around--is there a "Rose" in your life, your church, your neighborhood? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's share the fragrance of Christ--a smile, a hug, some warm baked cookies, a small gift--anything that says, "God loves you...and I do too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6795304284200487063-5352241614382177842?l=mikesmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5352241614382177842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6795304284200487063&amp;postID=5352241614382177842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5352241614382177842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6795304284200487063/posts/default/5352241614382177842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikesmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/rose.html' title='Rose'/><author><name>Mike Knappier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14805116412125149389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
