<?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-6538402689659453617</id><updated>2011-12-17T07:34:50.183-08:00</updated><category term='N. Uga Tory'/><category term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Sowthankful</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog for me to post the things I write.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-5759701461553685181</id><published>2011-12-17T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:34:50.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>3 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;3 Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does spiritual hunger look like?  How does it manifest itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes us hungry for God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it my life that can make others hungry for God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-5759701461553685181?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/5759701461553685181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5759701461553685181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5759701461553685181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-questions.html' title='3 Questions'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4628181798205277304</id><published>2011-06-10T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T07:42:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Everything Is Liquid</title><content type='html'>Why Again Is Everything Liquid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a dense forest.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is skating, rising, falling, rotating.&lt;br /&gt;The sun comes up in the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Death is an old island in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lion in the clump of leaves, depression&lt;br /&gt;food is in the cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roots are a freeway system, tree&lt;br /&gt;a postcard from the future.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt is pastry.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt is lumber.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt is wind.&lt;br /&gt;Wind is sea.&lt;br /&gt;Quantum physics are old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is wine, prayer&lt;br /&gt;oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;over the thing above it&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see?&lt;br /&gt;Light climbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and falls to the floor.  It crimps,&lt;br /&gt;crying and demanding.&lt;br /&gt;How can it not be the centerpiece,&lt;br /&gt;God’s plaything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be more fun than light&lt;br /&gt;unless you have a photon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God cannot be a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Bock&lt;br /&gt;6/9/11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4628181798205277304?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4628181798205277304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-everything-is-liquid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4628181798205277304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4628181798205277304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-everything-is-liquid.html' title='Why Everything Is Liquid'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6157624151830981384</id><published>2010-12-17T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T22:13:06.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision</title><content type='html'>Look at - stare at - &lt;br /&gt;                the appendages of the darkest and farthest star&lt;br /&gt;                        from where you are.&lt;br /&gt;See through&lt;br /&gt;                the night wind until the day appears.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wear red until it turns green. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time is the joke you heard last week.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where is the thread that was loose, that you pulled from the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Can you thread it and sew it back in again? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gather up yesterday's&lt;br /&gt;        spilt water that sprinkled on the thirsty ground.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;R.Bock&lt;br /&gt;12/16/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6157624151830981384?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6157624151830981384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/12/vision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6157624151830981384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6157624151830981384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/12/vision.html' title='Vision'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4762227084309591719</id><published>2010-12-17T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:34:50.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;                               SHADOW                                            Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any  Ocean                         Eternity&lt;br /&gt;A Bird	   	                   Freedom&lt;br /&gt;A Bird		                   A Flute&lt;br /&gt;A Tree                             A House&lt;br /&gt;A House                            A River&lt;br /&gt;Time                               Any Ocean&lt;br /&gt;A River		                   Any Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Any Ocean                          Any Ocean&lt;br /&gt;The God You Don’t Believe In	   The God Who Is&lt;br /&gt;A Dream                            A Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;A Sleep                            A Calendar&lt;br /&gt;A Shepherd’s Tent Removed          The Universe&lt;br /&gt;A Shadow                           This Earth &lt;br /&gt;The Old Testaments                 The New Testament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.Bock&lt;br /&gt;12/16/2010      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4762227084309591719?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4762227084309591719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/12/shadow-time-any-ocean-eternity-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4762227084309591719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4762227084309591719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/12/shadow-time-any-ocean-eternity-bird.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-3917149271053234816</id><published>2010-12-17T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:53:18.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new take on two old stories</title><content type='html'>The man whispered, "God, speak to me if you're there. I dare you."&lt;br /&gt;Just then a garbage truck came down the street sounding like a lion.&lt;br /&gt;And a meadowlark sang. A cat off to the side of the street came up&lt;br /&gt;to the man, rubbed his leg, purring loudly. But the man did not hear.&lt;br /&gt;So the man yelled at the God he didn't believe in, "God, speak to me&lt;br /&gt;if you can." And the fog rolled in. Then the thunder and the&lt;br /&gt;lightning came rolling across the sky. But the man did not listen.&lt;br /&gt;The man looked around and said, "God, let me see you." And a star&lt;br /&gt;shined brightly. But the man did not see the God he didn't believe&lt;br /&gt;in. And the man shouted, "God, if you are there, show me a miracle."&lt;br /&gt;And his first child was born. But the man did not notice. So the man&lt;br /&gt;cried out in despair, "Touch me, God, and let me know you are here."&lt;br /&gt;Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man. But the man brushed&lt;br /&gt;the butterfly away and walked on. He went home to his home and fell&lt;br /&gt;asleep in his bed. In the morning, flood waters had filled his home&lt;br /&gt;with water. He woke up in a panic, climbed to the roof, and waited&lt;br /&gt;for someone to rescue him. The water kept rising.He was really in&lt;br /&gt;danger of drowning. A boat came by. "Come on in the boat," said the &lt;br /&gt;couple  said, "No thanks. I'm sure the water will subside soon." &lt;br /&gt;They left. And the water kept rising. By noon, the water had risen &lt;br /&gt;to his waist. Suddenly, the man saw a different boat with a man &lt;br /&gt;in it coming close to his home. The man spoke, "Hop in, buddy," &lt;br /&gt;he said. "No thank you, I'll just wait," the man said. So he &lt;br /&gt;drowned. When he got to heaven, he saw the Lord face to face. &lt;br /&gt;So he confronted him, "Why did you let me drown if you're so &lt;br /&gt;all-powerful? I thought you were supposed to be this loving being?" &lt;br /&gt;God said, I sent you two boats, a butterfly, a child, a stars, &lt;br /&gt;thunder, lightning, fog, a cat, a meadowlark, a lifetime of food, &lt;br /&gt;an education, friends I gave to you to support you with my love, &lt;br /&gt;oxygen, 66 books, doctors, guitars, music, health, a reproductive &lt;br /&gt;system that worked in conjunction with a brain, a digestive system, &lt;br /&gt;lungs, liver, kidneys, gall bladder, eyelashes, tear ducts, &lt;br /&gt;intestines, fingernails, gravity, hair, teeth to chew with, &lt;br /&gt;sweat glands, prophets from Moses to Jesus,homes, cars, a bright &lt;br /&gt;mind, emotions, the Beatles, color, sounds, pictures of a few of &lt;br /&gt;my galaxies, chocolate, sex....Man! What more could I give you? &lt;br /&gt;What more could I send you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-3917149271053234816?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/3917149271053234816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-take-on-two-old-stories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3917149271053234816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3917149271053234816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-take-on-two-old-stories.html' title='A new take on two old stories'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-570047500325341640</id><published>2010-01-10T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:34:16.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Couple In The Booth Across The Aisle</title><content type='html'>Her hair is fakey blonde, matted with snakes.&lt;br /&gt;She's surprisingly coherent&lt;br /&gt;and literate.&lt;br /&gt;Her skin is brown&lt;br /&gt;and her dress, torn up the sides,&lt;br /&gt;barely covers her nakedness.&lt;br /&gt;Her feet are bare and black&lt;br /&gt;on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And he is dying for her love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jan10,2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-570047500325341640?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/570047500325341640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/01/couple-in-booth-across-aisle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/570047500325341640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/570047500325341640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/01/couple-in-booth-across-aisle.html' title='The Couple In The Booth Across The Aisle'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1555247341816138890</id><published>2010-01-10T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:45:55.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undiscovered Civilization</title><content type='html'>And then this morning, as I was trying to remember my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;a whole civilization of selves popped up, floating on the surface&lt;br /&gt;of unending consciousness. Each thought having begged, &lt;br /&gt;borrowed, stolen in order to find some passage into the &lt;br /&gt;parts of my being, deep, hidden, wild, full of stories.&lt;br /&gt;What do we really know of who and what we are?&lt;br /&gt;Some group within with easel, brush and pen,&lt;br /&gt;clay, graphic software, invent us each moment, &lt;br /&gt;sometimes to our satisfaction, never to really delight others.&lt;br /&gt;And as each moment ends, another begins, inner artists&lt;br /&gt;working with madness to compose another version of "us,"&lt;br /&gt;only to find the masterpiece will only have a short life. &lt;br /&gt;We, adding chemistry, can at times feel it's about all we&lt;br /&gt;can do. We know better, but it's not obvious just who is&lt;br /&gt;doing the knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Bock&lt;br /&gt;1-10-10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1555247341816138890?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1555247341816138890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/01/undiscovered-civilization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1555247341816138890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1555247341816138890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/01/undiscovered-civilization.html' title='Undiscovered Civilization'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8277707280981711607</id><published>2010-01-09T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:58:32.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>http://apps.facebook.com/causes/427879?m=9eb49448&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8277707280981711607?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/8277707280981711607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8277707280981711607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8277707280981711607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-3121771468729737070</id><published>2010-01-09T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:48:53.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations 1/8/10</title><content type='html'>The Light, when you turn the switch off, disappears&lt;br /&gt;just gradually from the room.  And when you turn&lt;br /&gt;the light switch on again, there is a filling of the room&lt;br /&gt;with light.  But it is gradual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you stop your car at the corner stop sign,&lt;br /&gt;there is a movement ever so slight, but noticeable,&lt;br /&gt;backwards.  When you suddenly stop going forward,&lt;br /&gt;you suddenly go the opposite way just a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber balls bounce as do all rubber things.&lt;br /&gt;So when your plane lands somewhere around 150 &lt;br /&gt;miles per hour on rubber, does that make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-3121771468729737070?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/3121771468729737070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/01/observations-1810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3121771468729737070'/><link rel='self' 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near&lt;br /&gt;I can always move to Pluto where I hear there is peace&lt;br /&gt;I hear they speak English there but they're very obese&lt;br /&gt;If you don't mind me saying so, it's getting insane&lt;br /&gt;All of my plans for the new year have already changed&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's resolution factory is down for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Every company in the world is offering a free trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, this is the Sherrif's department calling&lt;br /&gt;We've detected unknown bones in your garbage&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, this is Elvis, No I haven't left the building&lt;br /&gt;I'm sailing through a wormhole like it isn't even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2010 and the music's getting worse and worse&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's in college to become a registerd nurse&lt;br /&gt;Job's are on vacation and there's nothing in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;The light's are on but all the doors have come unhinged&lt;br /&gt;It's reckless in the back rows and the front rows are empty&lt;br /&gt;You search for real people and you still can't find many&lt;br /&gt;The mobile mechanic is out doing all his work&lt;br /&gt;In the morning he is broke like all the other jerks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, this is the Sherrif's department calling&lt;br /&gt;We've detected unknown bones in your garbage&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, this is Elvis, No I haven't left the building&lt;br /&gt;I'm sailing through a wormhole like it isn't even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Bock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4748497780488811768?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4748497780488811768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4748497780488811768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4748497780488811768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html' title='Twenty Ten'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8817960159501049156</id><published>2010-01-09T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:46:56.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly</title><content type='html'>Slowly, like the way the summer rain cloud club&lt;br /&gt;rolls into the area during a monsoon,&lt;br /&gt;this is the way I do most things now&lt;br /&gt;that really mean something to me,&lt;br /&gt;and I only apologize that I did not&lt;br /&gt;do the slow things sooner.&lt;br /&gt;When they needed doing, I was too busy&lt;br /&gt;doing the wrong things very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, it seems that al...l the right things,&lt;br /&gt;like a good meal, are those things that seem&lt;br /&gt;to take forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love slow&lt;br /&gt;Drive slower&lt;br /&gt;Eat slower&lt;br /&gt;Sing more&lt;br /&gt;Look longer&lt;br /&gt;Drink more tea&lt;br /&gt;Get to know a few people well&lt;br /&gt;Wait longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ron Bock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8817960159501049156?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6010059060144237843</id><published>2009-10-05T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:34:50.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6010059060144237843?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6010059060144237843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6010059060144237843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6010059060144237843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-3999827300144745339</id><published>2009-10-05T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:27:46.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Hours Again</title><content type='html'>In the corner&lt;br /&gt;In the margin&lt;br /&gt;In a bubble, he is writing&lt;br /&gt;                  and he’s thinking about&lt;br /&gt;                  the places where he’s been.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all still life&lt;br /&gt;It’s all movement&lt;br /&gt;It’s all living and it’s dying&lt;br /&gt;                   and he’s watching it all funnel through&lt;br /&gt;                   down to the very end.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a conduit&lt;br /&gt;He wants fame&lt;br /&gt;He’s traveling in new circles&lt;br /&gt;                   but the circles, they stay circles&lt;br /&gt;                   around and round again.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning&lt;br /&gt;In the evening&lt;br /&gt;It’s all the same on the tv&lt;br /&gt;                   and he’s watching Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;                   24 hours again.&lt;br /&gt;To get your fifteen&lt;br /&gt;Minutes of fame&lt;br /&gt;You have to pay the price:&lt;br /&gt;                   Kill the right people&lt;br /&gt;                   Kill yourself in the end.&lt;div 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Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-7076711980604391723</id><published>2009-10-05T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:27:07.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackboard Eternal Night</title><content type='html'>You MUST come out and see.&lt;br /&gt;Stars have abandoned the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Black fingers of a coal hand unfold.&lt;br /&gt;Backdrop of an ebony flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the star sands of time all fallen through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wind cold on cheek, more ice chests.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another volume of human history being knit together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the last chapter as each brushes by with lawn chair?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the last soccer game of the season?&lt;br /&gt;Did the new heartthrob jump from the tallest building?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slithering gas from the road tar reflection finally uncoiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice! The missing stars have been found!&lt;br /&gt;We are all young again!&lt;br /&gt;All in one place, a new large star!&lt;br /&gt;Bright and shadow-proof, faraway like hidden life inside your body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out and see the black cat dying.&lt;br /&gt;The emerging eternal light, aglow in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But all light is not light.)&lt;br /&gt;(Distance is not always distance)&lt;br /&gt;(Darkness is nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ron Bock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-7076711980604391723?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/7076711980604391723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/blackboard-eternal-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7076711980604391723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7076711980604391723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/blackboard-eternal-night.html' title='Blackboard Eternal Night'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1919323728164757610</id><published>2009-10-05T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:24:09.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulfillment</title><content type='html'>Fulfillment is in giving, not taking; in sharing, not grasping.&lt;br /&gt;The choice to live for others is made by the person who is&lt;br /&gt;afraid of missing out on something.  And yet, ironically,&lt;br /&gt;that person who so chooses to live life entirely to satisfy&lt;br /&gt;his own desires, his own ego, his own pleasures, misses&lt;br /&gt;out completely from experiencing fulfillment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you giving to that you get nothing back from?  What amount of time is distributed and parceled out to others.  The degree of our reward in heaven is our degree of secret service to&lt;br /&gt;others in this short life. Live for others. Live for others.&lt;br /&gt;Live for others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1919323728164757610?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1919323728164757610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/fulfillment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1919323728164757610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1919323728164757610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/fulfillment.html' title='Fulfillment'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6368356827835310950</id><published>2009-10-05T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:23:05.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolationism</title><content type='html'>Ecclesiastes 4:9-12&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Unhealthy Consequences&lt;br /&gt;1.  It can cause us to reap less profit from the work we do (v.9)&lt;br /&gt;2.  It fails to give us the support we need to get up and move on after we fail or suffer defeat (v.10)&lt;br /&gt;3.  It forces us to confront potentially threatening situations with nothing but our own inadequate&lt;br /&gt;     resources ( v.11)&lt;br /&gt;4.  It makes it practically impossible for us to overcome dangers that only two or three (or more)&lt;br /&gt;     people can sufficiently handle (v.12)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     God wants us to learn the value of relationships with others!  He wants us to be involved with one another the way the parts of our physical bodies are involved with one another.  He actually tells us,&lt;br /&gt;commands us, to be involved with others.  And if we are in rebellion in this area, God can be counted on to do something about it.  He will respond, in love, in some of these following ways:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Not allowing us to prosper in the work we do.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Allowing constant defeat.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Making us face situations that we cannot handle by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Allow the enemy to attack us so that we feel endangered.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Loving relationships must be cultivated.  We must initiate.  We must spend time with one another.&lt;br /&gt;(People who love each other like spending time with each other.) In order to do that, we must prioritize.  We must make a commitment to, and embrace, the cultivation of closeness with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6368356827835310950?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6368356827835310950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/isolationism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6368356827835310950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6368356827835310950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/isolationism.html' title='Isolationism'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6209109540032071353</id><published>2009-10-05T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:21:30.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV-Land Journey</title><content type='html'>Sell your tv&lt;br /&gt;Go outside&lt;br /&gt;Turn it off&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you hide&lt;br /&gt;Get your feet&lt;br /&gt;Up and goin’&lt;br /&gt;It can’t tell you nothin’&lt;br /&gt;Worth knowin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The travel channel wants you inoculated&lt;br /&gt;So you skate down through the soaps&lt;br /&gt;The food channel cooks your mind&lt;br /&gt;TV preachers want to send you envelopes&lt;br /&gt;People compete with each other&lt;br /&gt;Who can be the biggest fool&lt;br /&gt;Who can be the most deceptive&lt;br /&gt;Who can be the biggest tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John B had it right when they asked him&lt;br /&gt;What his favorite program was&lt;br /&gt;He admitted, hypocritically,&lt;br /&gt;He never watched his tv because&lt;br /&gt;His tv screen was covered up&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for this little bit&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t see his tv screen &lt;br /&gt;It was totally covered with spit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell your tv&lt;br /&gt;Go outside&lt;br /&gt;Turn it off&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you hide&lt;br /&gt;Get your feet&lt;br /&gt;Up and goin’&lt;br /&gt;It can’t tell you nothin’&lt;br /&gt;Worth knowin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s clouds up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;There’s trails to hike for days&lt;br /&gt;It’s all free, it’s your playground&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of your tv trays&lt;br /&gt;Get a bike, take a hike, go outside&lt;br /&gt;There’s a whole bunch of places&lt;br /&gt;Buy a camera, take some friends&lt;br /&gt;Put smiles on all their faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell your tv&lt;br /&gt;Go outside&lt;br /&gt;Turn it off&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you hide&lt;br /&gt;Get your feet&lt;br /&gt;Up and goin’&lt;br /&gt;It can’t tell you nothin’&lt;br /&gt;Worth knowin’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6209109540032071353?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6209109540032071353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/tv-land-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6209109540032071353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6209109540032071353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/tv-land-journey.html' title='TV-Land Journey'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6524616422400214984</id><published>2009-10-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:20:11.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telestich For A Catalyst</title><content type='html'>Telestich For A Catalyst&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Though you fail to catechize&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem from a sphinx&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm sending this elastic didactic&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to someday discuss haiku with you&lt;br /&gt;And answer your absent questions&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in base silence&lt;br /&gt;Hearing every addendum&lt;br /&gt;Earning the right to speak openly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I propose a toast to each bright iota&lt;br /&gt;In the paragraphs of your drab&lt;br /&gt;Litanies; translucent as you murmur&lt;br /&gt;Clerical minutes from the conclaves of Peru&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps now and then a pilgrim cup&lt;br /&gt;Of my soul will spill and taint&lt;br /&gt;Your soul's evolution&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have an open-armed attitude&lt;br /&gt;Toward life and all its joys,&lt;br /&gt;Never turning away from catalysts&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Ron Bock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6524616422400214984?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6524616422400214984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/telestich-for-catalyst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6524616422400214984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6524616422400214984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/telestich-for-catalyst.html' title='Telestich For A Catalyst'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4461877026728935768</id><published>2009-10-05T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:19:02.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N. Uga Tory'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N. Uga Tory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t disclose what name&lt;br /&gt;the “N” stood for, but he was &lt;br /&gt;a known crossword puzzle&lt;br /&gt;addict who spoke dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;His house was supposedly&lt;br /&gt;            bigger than Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;He said that his soul dwarfed the Universe&lt;br /&gt;And he said he was moving to a bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big trucks came and they came&lt;br /&gt;and they went and they went and&lt;br /&gt;more came and went&lt;br /&gt;because all of his things&lt;br /&gt;which we were told were tiny,&lt;br /&gt;even insignificant&lt;br /&gt;              compared to his essential soul,&lt;br /&gt;              took many hours and people to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing to be moved&lt;br /&gt;was the soul of N. Uga Tory.&lt;br /&gt;He carried it to his new home himself&lt;br /&gt;in a black and gray tweed pocket box&lt;br /&gt;              that left plenty of room&lt;br /&gt;                                    for a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ron Bock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4461877026728935768?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4461877026728935768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4461877026728935768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I'm just like any othere dummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my best face on&lt;br /&gt;I got my best face on&lt;br /&gt;I got my best face on&lt;br /&gt;We all got our best face on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money touches us in different ways&lt;br /&gt;It's a strong aphrodisiac&lt;br /&gt;How to get it, keep it, and make it grow&lt;br /&gt;Stay out of trouble, stay in the black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But money's a wild animal&lt;br /&gt;Better keep it under control&lt;br /&gt;'Cause money's got magical powers&lt;br /&gt;And illusion takes a heavy toll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your best face on&lt;br /&gt;Keep your best face on&lt;br /&gt;I got my best face on&lt;br /&gt;We all got our best face on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can drive an old beat-up car&lt;br /&gt;You can be the richest of them all&lt;br /&gt;You can be known as a lover of many&lt;br /&gt;And not know what love is at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you got your best face on&lt;br /&gt;You got your best face on&lt;br /&gt;I got my best face on&lt;br /&gt;We all got our best face on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your best face on&lt;br /&gt;She's got her best face on&lt;br /&gt;He's got his best face on&lt;br /&gt;We all got our best face&lt;br /&gt;We all got our best face&lt;br /&gt;We all got our best face on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6030072894974139816?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6030072894974139816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-face-on-song-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6030072894974139816'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-958373867882332867?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/958373867882332867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-face-on-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/958373867882332867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/958373867882332867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-face-on-song.html' title='Best Face On (song)'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8814218434289136518</id><published>2009-07-13T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:12:47.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scent of Honey, Taste of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a treat to talk into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you. And I pull you in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a sponge where you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have your own mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;box in my heart (where else?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I mention that your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eyes have their own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tongues? And I will go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most anywhere to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your voice when I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that shortly afterwards I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can no longer be I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if only for even the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shortest time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now....let me look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;upon the leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hope to see un-I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking behind you, then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tasting soft sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8814218434289136518?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/8814218434289136518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/scent-of-honey-taste-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8814218434289136518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8814218434289136518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/scent-of-honey-taste-of-heaven.html' title='Scent of Honey, Taste of Heaven'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8614296324684704251</id><published>2009-07-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:05:53.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion, Not The Cat</title><content type='html'>Orange cones everywhere just outside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling. I know you do.&lt;br /&gt;Tiptoe into the baby's room.&lt;br /&gt;Mind the blinking caution sign.&lt;br /&gt;Take a small supply of scissors, tape, nail clippers, gun.&lt;br /&gt;A boy scout is always getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;There's a deep hole someone can fall into.&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure is a real thing.  It can put out your eye.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing?  Yes, but it can lead to madness.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read it in a book somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spill. Nothing's safe around me, you're the same.&lt;br /&gt;I don't steal but I do my best not to fumble,&lt;br /&gt;especially in the last quarter of the big game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I transition to the part about the felines.&lt;br /&gt;They sat high and low and purred and rubbed and swatted.&lt;br /&gt;Some were eager, some were tired, they all wanted out.&lt;br /&gt;I left without one, but I enjoyed them immensely.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I saw a lion in the raw, but couldn't own one.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted that black Puma in an early morning hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young they had a little playland&lt;br /&gt;in the park full of young Mom's and their babies.&lt;br /&gt;A little rollercoaster there to prepare us for the real one.&lt;br /&gt;I want the meat not the photo&lt;br /&gt;A lion's not a pet.&lt;br /&gt;A reflection's less than yummy&lt;br /&gt;though you can learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ride off into the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect place for that.&lt;br /&gt;No sense to match footsteps&lt;br /&gt;of better men who've never made a vow.&lt;br /&gt;I can walk in fresh furrows.&lt;br /&gt;You bet your butt, the farm.&lt;br /&gt;Life's a gamble. &lt;br /&gt;Every path can lead to suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I never want to see your Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me nervous, so there's a war inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Listen...you can hear the lion in the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8614296324684704251?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/8614296324684704251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/lion-not-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8614296324684704251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8614296324684704251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/lion-not-cat.html' title='The Lion, Not The Cat'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4554281047686335845</id><published>2009-07-12T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:40:57.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD!</title><content type='html'>Everyone’s buying guns and talking about the coming violence&lt;br /&gt;and I keep saying (sarcastically) &lt;em&gt;“Don’t worry.  Man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;is basically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;good.”&lt;/em&gt;   They don’t seem to believe that and I must admit I also&lt;br /&gt;have trouble with that idea. &lt;br /&gt;     I see and hear a lot of fear and worry. And as in many situations&lt;br /&gt;when people are greatly struggling, my thoughts also turn more&lt;br /&gt;philosophical, maybe even more spiritual.I’m wondering more,&lt;br /&gt;questioning more.  Challenge is good for me. I like it when I’m&lt;br /&gt;thinking more.  And in the process of writing, I’m forced to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to take clear pictures, it helps to clean the lens&lt;br /&gt;(make yourself clear to yourself) and use the lens cap (protect&lt;br /&gt;your mind). &lt;br /&gt;     I don’t always like the way I think and I know that I am&lt;br /&gt;vulnerable to being fooled.  And the implications of this are staring&lt;br /&gt;me in the face. There’s something wrong with the model.&lt;br /&gt;“Ron Version 56” didn’t come with enough RAM and has a few&lt;br /&gt;viruses.  While I believe that it’s always good to be positive, I really&lt;br /&gt;feel that there’s a bunch of us (or all of us) that aren’t as compatible&lt;br /&gt;with life on this planet as we might think we are.  And to tell you&lt;br /&gt;the truth, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that we’re not&lt;br /&gt;evolving into people who are more compatible.  Or maybe I’m missing&lt;br /&gt;something (as usual).  But if I say “I’m missing something”….well…my&lt;br /&gt;point exactly.&lt;br /&gt;     And if people aren’t out there to trick and deceive me, then why am&lt;br /&gt;I concerned about identity theft?  Why bother with putting things in&lt;br /&gt;writing if the salesperson is “honest?”  Why have keys and locks and&lt;br /&gt;safes and pin numbers? &lt;br /&gt;     What I really believe is that the world is filled with liars and&lt;br /&gt;thieves. The world is a dangerous place and it’s because of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be permeated with something.  Our minds and&lt;br /&gt;affections seem to go the wrong way.  We have serious fluctuations&lt;br /&gt;and extremes of disposition that border on….what?  Insanity? &lt;br /&gt;Our imaginations go south.  Our inner selves don’t seem to match&lt;br /&gt;up with what we are pretending to be.  We are so preoccupied with&lt;br /&gt;how we look that we don’t even realize how big the gap is between&lt;br /&gt;what we are on the inside and what we show the  world.  AND WE&lt;br /&gt;KNOW THIS IS TRUE ABOUT US BECAUSE WE TRULY BELIEVE&lt;br /&gt;THAT EVERYONE ELSE IS A SCUM-SUCKING PIG FOR NO&lt;br /&gt;BETTER REASON THAN THAT WE KNOW OURSELVES VERY WELL.&lt;br /&gt;     Now it is natural to expect love and faithfulness and kindness&lt;br /&gt;and honesty and humility from people if that is the way that we are. &lt;br /&gt;But are we filled with all of these virtues?  Well, if we look at ourselves&lt;br /&gt;through a clean lens, we will see that there really isn’t a whole lot of&lt;br /&gt;that inside of us. Quite the opposite.  And that’s why we don’t expect&lt;br /&gt;to see those qualities in others.  We all of us are suspicious of others.&lt;br /&gt;We condemn people’s motives without really knowing them.  We&lt;br /&gt;despise people who aren’t good at covering up their “bad” because&lt;br /&gt;we see ourselves in them.  And I  mean we really despise anyone we&lt;br /&gt;feel can see inside of us and really know our motives.  THAT is the&lt;br /&gt;person we will hide from, put our guard up in  front of, wear the&lt;br /&gt;mask for.  We all recognize the fake smile. It’s like looking in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;     We can pretend that we are altruistic.  The reality is that there&lt;br /&gt;isn’t much we do that doesn’t have our welfare most in mind. &lt;br /&gt;     Ask yourself why you choose to harbor resentment?  Why is that&lt;br /&gt;such a sweet thing?  Why do we enjoy it when we see certain people&lt;br /&gt;suffer embarrassment? and/or humiliation?  Why do we choose to&lt;br /&gt;lie and cheat?  Is there some civil law that forces us to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;And why are we defiant?  When we cheat the clock at work (and&lt;br /&gt;thereby cheat our employer who is paying us an hourly wage),&lt;br /&gt;why do we feel the need to rationalize it?  Why justify it if we believe&lt;br /&gt;we are doing the right thing?  Why compare ourselves with others in&lt;br /&gt;order to continuethe self-delusion that we are “good people?”  Why&lt;br /&gt;would we need to compare ourselves with others if we were truly&lt;br /&gt;convinced in our “goodness.” As it is, we are always comparing&lt;br /&gt;ourselves with others because we are desperately trying to convince&lt;br /&gt;ourselves that we are not bad people.  If we can  somehow convince&lt;br /&gt;ourselves that we are not as bad as so and so,then we feel that makes&lt;br /&gt;us good people.  Is that really clear thinking?&lt;br /&gt;      I am convinced that almost nobody really believes that goodness&lt;br /&gt;is real .  I am also convinced that everyone wants to believe that they&lt;br /&gt;are good people.  In other words, I’m convinced that there is something&lt;br /&gt;seriously wrong with all of us.  We may be angry about our government's&lt;br /&gt;involvement in a war, but there are other wars that are far more&lt;br /&gt;important and closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;     We are at war with ourselves, with our families, with our fellow&lt;br /&gt;citizens, with our employees and employers, with our local, state&lt;br /&gt;and federal government, with our neighbors….the gays war against&lt;br /&gt;the straights, the gays war with each other, the Republicans war&lt;br /&gt;with the Democrats, etc.  We are constantly at war and we&lt;br /&gt;are constantly watching others war with each other.  There is no&lt;br /&gt;peace on earth and there never will be.  Everything we do is&lt;br /&gt;characterized by selfishness, greed, self-destruction and defiance.&lt;br /&gt;And we cannot change ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4554281047686335845?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4554281047686335845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4554281047686335845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4554281047686335845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD!'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-7091069108586404590</id><published>2009-07-11T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:16:43.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These People Are Crazy (a lovely office Christmas party)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in the office the magic air was released.&lt;br /&gt;The witch from hell and the professional bitch&lt;br /&gt;are all huggy-wuggy with the liar and the thief&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets along. They open each other's&lt;br /&gt;Christmas gifts like it was all one happy damned&lt;br /&gt;family like the Waltons or something worse.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday they were all in their voodoo closets&lt;br /&gt;sticking pins in each other's images.  It will go on&lt;br /&gt; this way forever or until Charles Manson gets out&lt;br /&gt;of prison. Today they do cartwheels for each other&lt;br /&gt;and ask about each other's kids. They’re even&lt;br /&gt;making plans to visit each other’s churches. The&lt;br /&gt;sad janitor, Bebke, will come into the office over the&lt;br /&gt;Christmas weekend and clean up chunks and splatter&lt;br /&gt;on the inside walls of the toilet bowl and mop the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-7091069108586404590?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/7091069108586404590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-people-are-crazy-lovely-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7091069108586404590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7091069108586404590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-people-are-crazy-lovely-office.html' title='These People Are Crazy (a lovely office Christmas party)'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8501846525519281628</id><published>2009-07-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:15:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog With A Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was very, very quiet. All the neighborhood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday lawncare was done and my dog was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;asleep in the backyard in the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In this piece I will let sleeping dogs lie if &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they want.  Most importantly, the dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;must have integrity.  There is something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;very nice and important about the way dogs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;teach the teachable about honesty. I actually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;would prefer to live next door to an honest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dog rather than a dishonest person who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;talks too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amazingly similar to a Texas tornado in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;heat, my less than truthful neighbor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;came charging through my unlocked back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gate and woke up my dog. Of course he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;growled and barked because an honest dog &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is puzzled when a human with an integrity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;problem is still amazingly full of sincere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;breath. My dog stared at him with a puzzled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;look on his little face, wondering why my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;corpse of a neighbor somehow still gets fed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8501846525519281628?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/8501846525519281628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-with-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8501846525519281628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8501846525519281628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-with-question.html' title='A Dog With A Question'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-2181191579758227799</id><published>2009-07-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:14:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moon Wrote The Sun About The Superiority Of Trees</title><content type='html'>The Moon Wrote The Sun About The Superiority Of Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even this small tree of green with its bean-like leaves&lt;br /&gt;fathers an eclipse of morning glory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear golden globe glowing:&lt;br /&gt;Is your existence just like a charted&lt;br /&gt;one-hit-wonder pop record;&lt;br /&gt;all that brightness hidden&lt;br /&gt;behind a small tree?&lt;br /&gt;See now how I change. See how I bring the&lt;br /&gt;seasons to the small trees.&lt;br /&gt;Are you not just my hanging levered pawn?&lt;br /&gt;I am the cream.&lt;br /&gt;Surely you know that the&lt;br /&gt;mighty trees find their existence through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Only Moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-2181191579758227799?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/2181191579758227799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/moon-wrote-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2181191579758227799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2181191579758227799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/moon-wrote-sun.html' title='The Moon Wrote The Sun About The Superiority Of Trees'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-9076751282335993894</id><published>2009-07-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:12:30.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthy To Lick The Sores</title><content type='html'>I have a name&lt;br /&gt;Lazarus had a name though the dogs licked his sores&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are known as "dogs" even though&lt;br /&gt;Mr. "Rich Man" had no name&lt;br /&gt;And I am rich with the name&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;"Worthy&lt;br /&gt;To Lick The Sores&lt;br /&gt;Of The Dogs That Licked&lt;br /&gt;The Sores On Lazarus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have my tv&lt;br /&gt;You can have my SUV&lt;br /&gt;I can live in a smaller home&lt;br /&gt;I can make it without a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;I don't need this lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;All this damned stuff&lt;br /&gt;I have way more than enough&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the beggars in spirit&lt;br /&gt;Who cower at the gates&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the losers at "Church"&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the rear pews&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the sores of Lazarus&lt;br /&gt;Dogs licked them clean like plates&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those with everything&lt;br /&gt;They have "nothing" to lose&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the wild eyes of night&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless ones under the bridge&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the eaters of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Carrying Him within&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the Brothers and Mothers&lt;br /&gt;Of the Holy Son of God&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who've started&lt;br /&gt;To call their enemies "friend"&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the worried Iraqui's&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the hands that heal them&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the walls of Jericho&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the Catholic people&lt;br /&gt;Unless they live in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Unless they have too much money&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're Lazarus haters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the year that's gone&lt;br /&gt;The tired, woeful sad time&lt;br /&gt;When they packed up poor Lazarus&lt;br /&gt;And put him in the oven&lt;br /&gt;And turned him into ashes&lt;br /&gt;And locked out all the dogs&lt;br /&gt;And poisoned all the air&lt;br /&gt;And drilled out all the oil&lt;br /&gt;And sold the farms to Costco&lt;br /&gt;And sold the dogs to McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;So they could show a profit&lt;br /&gt;So they could give donations&lt;br /&gt;To the party of the rich man&lt;br /&gt;So he can sell the Word&lt;br /&gt;To the coming New World Order&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-9076751282335993894?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/9076751282335993894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/worthy-to-lick-sores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/9076751282335993894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/9076751282335993894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/worthy-to-lick-sores.html' title='Worthy To Lick The Sores'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-7198961743327169356</id><published>2009-07-11T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:55:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Ailment</title><content type='html'>All my friends have been to the Hallmark store&lt;br /&gt;The mailbox stuffed with “get wells”&lt;br /&gt;Seven times I’ve been told&lt;br /&gt;“Get a second opinion”&lt;br /&gt;I’ll not call the undertaker quite yet&lt;br /&gt;On account of this large bulge in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;That’s the size of a Ping pong ball&lt;br /&gt;The kind well-wishers should know&lt;br /&gt;It’s my enduring tongue-in-cheek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-7198961743327169356?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/7198961743327169356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/different-ailment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7198961743327169356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7198961743327169356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/different-ailment.html' title='A Different Ailment'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4642733966342537615</id><published>2009-07-11T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:23:59.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future and the Past Meet You</title><content type='html'>The Future and the Past Meet You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, they come unwrapped to greet you&lt;br /&gt;in packages without bows or ribbons. Chaotically and&lt;br /&gt;without an RSVP, their arrival is like when the land line&lt;br /&gt;rings at the same time someone is ringing at the front door.&lt;br /&gt;  Your hands are full of potting soil and you are planting&lt;br /&gt;colors in the back yard while thoughts are whirling like bees&lt;br /&gt;around the nest of an unsolved problem. While you are&lt;br /&gt;signing the little piece of paper for the UPS driver at the&lt;br /&gt;same time that you are telling the nice man on the phone&lt;br /&gt;thank you for calling but your minimal and infrequent&lt;br /&gt;television viewing activity does not necessitate the adorning&lt;br /&gt;of your home with a satellite dish, your son/husband/uncle&lt;br /&gt;enters with his feet dispensing potting soil on the carpet&lt;br /&gt;you just had cleaned.  You can’t get mad.  You did it&lt;br /&gt;yourself just a half hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will keep coming, and coming together, until the end,&lt;br /&gt;of course.  You will always be unprepared, in spite of your&lt;br /&gt;downsizing according to the “Organization for Morons” book&lt;br /&gt;that you still manage to hold on to, along with all the other&lt;br /&gt;orphans that are scattered on shelves throughout the house&lt;br /&gt;and garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will come to meet you so fast that you will lose interest&lt;br /&gt;in what is going on in the world.  A plague here, a war there,&lt;br /&gt;what will it matter.  You cannot control anything and your voting&lt;br /&gt;does not seem to matter anyway.  And you cannot change a&lt;br /&gt;thing, but you will try, and I admire you for that of course.  But&lt;br /&gt;eventually you will realize that the wheels have fallen off, the&lt;br /&gt;parks will be permanently full of litter, and the only people who&lt;br /&gt;agree with you are dead people who wrote great books that nobody&lt;br /&gt;will ever read, except for the really old people you meet who have&lt;br /&gt;no energy left to do much about anything except try and walk&lt;br /&gt;down the hall without pooping. And read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been reminded that loving the people in my path&lt;br /&gt;is the only thing that matters. The past and the future, nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;as they truly are, are nevertheless influential in pointing to the&lt;br /&gt;substance of something I wrote once.  And it seems right to remind&lt;br /&gt;us that God wants us to see that there really is one reason why we&lt;br /&gt;are still breathing and walking around on this planet.  Every day we&lt;br /&gt;are given opportunities to earn wealth that is eternal.  Each moment&lt;br /&gt;of our lives, we are either serving others or ourselves, either tending&lt;br /&gt;to the needs of others or not.  When we make ourselves available to&lt;br /&gt;be a servant, God quietly, mysteriously, and secretly, guides or steers&lt;br /&gt;us into the lives of others so that we can be dispensers of His grace.&lt;br /&gt;And we benefit eternally when we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4642733966342537615?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4642733966342537615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/future-and-past-meet-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4642733966342537615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4642733966342537615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/future-and-past-meet-you.html' title='The Future and the Past Meet You'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1302079511369542975</id><published>2009-07-07T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:02:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 Worst Situations In Life</title><content type='html'>1.  We want to die but cannot.  We lie in bed in pain and cannot&lt;br /&gt;do anything about it.  The pain never lets up.  We can never be&lt;br /&gt;comfortable. There is no hope of receiving any medication that&lt;br /&gt;can kill the pain and there is no expectation of dying anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Or we are trapped in a situation that gives us so much terror that we&lt;br /&gt;wish we were dead.  We cannot kill ourselves, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We hate listening to words about Jesus Christ.  As soon as his name&lt;br /&gt;is brought up, we feel nauseous.  We cannot repent.  We cannot pray.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot even for a brief moment consider the concept of a final&lt;br /&gt;judgment after we have died.  We cannot even tolerate the thought of&lt;br /&gt;life after death. The mind is completely shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1302079511369542975?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1302079511369542975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-worst-situations-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1302079511369542975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1302079511369542975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-worst-situations-in-life.html' title='The 2 Worst Situations In Life'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-3040649766109984326</id><published>2009-07-07T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:59:28.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Faith Lives</title><content type='html'>Faith lives in the interruptions.  It comes to life the moment&lt;br /&gt;the religious feelings die.  Faith is the opposite of “feeling.”&lt;br /&gt;Faith is gaze,”“perspective.”  Faith looks forward to the&lt;br /&gt;mundane, ordinary, even boring moments, to come alive&lt;br /&gt;and mean something.  Faith usually prompts the obedience&lt;br /&gt;of silence from our lips.  Faith is the line where our will turns&lt;br /&gt;to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-3040649766109984326?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/3040649766109984326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-faith-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3040649766109984326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3040649766109984326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-faith-lives.html' title='Where Faith Lives'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-2500570052463815440</id><published>2009-07-07T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:58:48.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exodus 33</title><content type='html'>He never leaves us alone.  We are always being called to&lt;br /&gt;leave where we are and journey onward/upward into a&lt;br /&gt;greater appreciation of who He is.&lt;br /&gt;     The Lord said to Moses, “Depart and go from here…to the land.”&lt;br /&gt;     We are always to be hearing the call of God to journey into the&lt;br /&gt;promised land.  In that contented bliss of His Spirit, there is always&lt;br /&gt;a longing, whether felt or not, for a closer walk with Him.  We are&lt;br /&gt;the people of God, always “on the way,” always seeking “a better…heavenly&lt;br /&gt;country (Heb. 11:16).”  Spiritually, there is always a place to travel to&lt;br /&gt;that is “better.”  God began promising it to our spiritual ancestors. &lt;br /&gt;It is definite and specific, not nebulous.  We can count on it being&lt;br /&gt;there like the promised land of old.  To get there requires leaving&lt;br /&gt;where we are. &lt;br /&gt;     To be willing to leave where we are requires a certain dissatisfaction&lt;br /&gt;with where we are, a desire for the best.  God will never be content to&lt;br /&gt;leave us without the best of all that He can bring us into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In Exodus 33:2-3, we can see that God doesn’t ask us to make&lt;br /&gt;this journey alone.  He is always “there” in the place where He&lt;br /&gt;wants to take us.  His angel will be busy driving out the enemies&lt;br /&gt;of our soul long before we arrive in the promised land. &lt;br /&gt;     The promised land is a place of conflict and warfare.  There&lt;br /&gt;are enemies of God in the place He wants to bring us to.  The&lt;br /&gt;fellowship God calls us to experience will bring us face-to-face&lt;br /&gt;with the enemies of God. There is “milk and honey” in the land,&lt;br /&gt;yes, but we still have the battles. God took the Jews from the&lt;br /&gt;captivity of Egypt into the place of blessing, but the place of&lt;br /&gt;blessing is also a place of extreme conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It is always by grace that we journey into the promised land.&lt;br /&gt; God is holy and sees us stubbornly resistant to Him. &lt;br /&gt;His holiness demands that we become other than we are.&lt;br /&gt;There almost seems to be a tension within God.  He desires&lt;br /&gt;to be gracious, yet He is holy.&lt;br /&gt;     God wants us to appear before Him as we are, without&lt;br /&gt;covering up with jewelry.  Jewelry essentially attracts and&lt;br /&gt;distracts.  The ornaments were unnecessary with God.&lt;br /&gt;He told them to lose it. &lt;br /&gt;     Before they left Egypt, the Jews plundered the Egyptians.&lt;br /&gt;In Exodus 12:35-36, we read that they were given gold.&lt;br /&gt;That is where the jewelry came from.  And here we see&lt;br /&gt;them all decked out for the promised land like they’re&lt;br /&gt;waltzing into a party, looking spruce, trying to distance&lt;br /&gt;themselves from each other, elevating themselves in&lt;br /&gt;their eyes in the faceof God.  God tunes in to this and says,&lt;br /&gt;“I must distance myself from you because I can’t stand this&lt;br /&gt;about you, how you desire to make yourselves distinct from&lt;br /&gt;one another.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-2500570052463815440?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/2500570052463815440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/exodus-33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2500570052463815440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2500570052463815440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/exodus-33.html' title='Exodus 33'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6045814448608118576</id><published>2009-07-07T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:54:52.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Solution</title><content type='html'>If a complex machine like a car won’t run, it’s usually due&lt;br /&gt;to a simple problem. Most of the time (if you’re not out of gas)&lt;br /&gt;it’s the battery, a small burnt fuse or a spark plug.  Small,&lt;br /&gt;simple problems can seem huge and complex when they involve&lt;br /&gt;complex machines, but they still remain small and simple&lt;br /&gt;problems that can usually be easily fixed.  The diagnosis is the&lt;br /&gt;key thing.&lt;br /&gt;     The front page article by Marie Leech (July 31) detailed&lt;br /&gt;a small, simple problem that only appears complex.  The head-&lt;br /&gt;line read, “Downtown business owners worried about crowds,&lt;br /&gt;noise.”  The obvious problem is that a few people hanging out&lt;br /&gt;don’t care at all about the people who conduct business&lt;br /&gt;or live in the neighborhood. The problem is not going to be&lt;br /&gt;resolved legally, politically or religiously.  It’s too deep.&lt;br /&gt;     Neither lawyers, politicians or religious leaders can provide&lt;br /&gt;a power supply within the human heart that energizes the&lt;br /&gt;human to act  lovingly toward others.  Religion can only put&lt;br /&gt;selfish pigs in remembrance of morality.  But even young&lt;br /&gt;children know the difference between right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;     Only gasoline will enable most cars to run and only God&lt;br /&gt;can move the heart to care about others to the point of&lt;br /&gt;habitual self-sacrifice.  This is narrow-minded thinking.&lt;br /&gt;It’s also clear, realistic thinking.&lt;br /&gt;     When God enters into the human spirit, the human&lt;br /&gt;wants to love others, wants to care about the comfort of others.&lt;br /&gt;At that point, religion and the law seem superfluous. The golden rule&lt;br /&gt;(“do to others what you want them to do to you”) becomes an active&lt;br /&gt;rule  within. It’s a simple solution to a problem that only appears&lt;br /&gt;complex.  Cameras and police officers can only take pictures,&lt;br /&gt;arrest  people, cause fear and incite rebellion.  And the city council&lt;br /&gt;can’t  put love in the human heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6045814448608118576?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6045814448608118576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-solution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6045814448608118576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6045814448608118576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-solution.html' title='A Simple Solution'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8033873863122688766</id><published>2009-07-07T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:54:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><content type='html'>Poetry is for wimps, really.  There’s many a writer tangled up&lt;br /&gt;to dry on the petals of the world-wide-dripping-blood-web who&lt;br /&gt; are furnishing accounts from whatever continent about their&lt;br /&gt;“growings” and then there’s the books next to the tabloids where&lt;br /&gt;everybody seems to never grow tired of celebrating whatever&lt;br /&gt;you think they should tell of their youth.&lt;br /&gt;     I’m frankly sick of it and a bit jealous, but I have to stand back&lt;br /&gt; and admire those who have the discipline and enthusiasm – enough&lt;br /&gt; to sit for hours and ignore what’s going on in their faces – to conjure&lt;br /&gt; up all these memories and describe them all in such a way as to&lt;br /&gt;not only entertain but to educate the masses about the&lt;br /&gt;seedling-experiences we now look at with new and dimly-lit eyes.&lt;br /&gt;     I’ll admit I’ve lately fantasized about doing the best I can at&lt;br /&gt;writing down the stories of my life that I think are worth sharing,&lt;br /&gt;but there’s still so much happening now that I don’t yet have&lt;br /&gt;much time.  That’s not to say that I’ll ever feel there’s that much&lt;br /&gt;wealth there.  Besides, I would have written only a page or two&lt;br /&gt;and I’d have to give glory to my Lord Jesus Christ, who has brought&lt;br /&gt;me this far.  When I last checked, people aren’t really as much&lt;br /&gt;interested in Him as in times past.  Most people secretly harbor&lt;br /&gt;an altar of hate for Him and delight in ascribing evil to Him.&lt;br /&gt;And while He alone is totally good, men need no more reasons&lt;br /&gt;to hate Him than they already have.&lt;br /&gt;     I had a roommate once who used to keep track of every time&lt;br /&gt;he farted and sneezed. He was very obviously so self-absorbed&lt;br /&gt;that he spent most of his waking moments writing down the&lt;br /&gt;details of his life.  How he could remember all that he did seemed&lt;br /&gt;a small miracle to me.  I’m sure he was fond of doing a bit of&lt;br /&gt;embellishing and this didn’t sit right with me and I wondered&lt;br /&gt;why he felt such a need to do all of this in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;But I was mostly curious as to why he needed to lie about things&lt;br /&gt;if he really thought reality was interesting enough on it’s own.&lt;br /&gt;     It seems to me there’s a group of weirdoes in the motion picture&lt;br /&gt;industry who do just that same sort of thing with the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;     Every year there’s a new “epic” movie made about some Bible&lt;br /&gt;character in which the truth (that should be loved enough for what&lt;br /&gt;it is) is so badly rearranged that it almost seems like an intentional slam&lt;br /&gt;on reality.  If a story of the Bible is worth being told, let’s tell it already. &lt;br /&gt;It it’s a bad story, leave it alone.  But that’s not what they do.&lt;br /&gt;     Let the reader look at it from a secular perspective.  If we love the&lt;br /&gt;story of  “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves," let’s not turn it into&lt;br /&gt;“Snow Beige and the Eight Slightly Huge Men.”  The original story is&lt;br /&gt;fine, isn’t it?  Either Moses (or Noah, or Daniel, or Abraham) was&lt;br /&gt;great and interesting character, or he wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;     All around the house of this humanity are would be “greats” who&lt;br /&gt;are writing, writing, writing about God knows what.  Very few will&lt;br /&gt;make any money at it.  Most will find their writing cooed over by a&lt;br /&gt;very small, select few friends or family members.  What remains of&lt;br /&gt;the pages will slow down the computer for awhile or fill up a book shelf,&lt;br /&gt;but eventually most of it will be seen as a huge waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;     Yesterday, I was sitting down having breakfast at a local&lt;br /&gt;restaurant and I joyfully and intentionally eavesdropped on&lt;br /&gt;the private conversation from the table behind me and I heard&lt;br /&gt;a woman telling some friends about her trip to the ruins of a&lt;br /&gt;Mayan civilization where there are pyramids and artifacts which&lt;br /&gt;have given rise to the truth that the “elite” of that civilization lived&lt;br /&gt;very isolated from the “non-elite.” &lt;br /&gt;      In my part of the world, the Palm Springs area, there are&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of golf-centered country clubs and gated condo-project-prisons&lt;br /&gt;where the “elite” cloister, protected from the rest of us.  But the elite&lt;br /&gt;Mayans apparently thought themselves superior to my contemporaries.&lt;br /&gt;  They only had sexual relations with family members.  The apparent&lt;br /&gt;result, according to the lady behind me, was a whole mini-nation of people&lt;br /&gt;with deformities and birth defects.  And the inter-breeding was so&lt;br /&gt;prevalent that you were known to be one of the “elite”  because you&lt;br /&gt;had something “wrong” with you.  And what eventually happened was&lt;br /&gt;that children were purposefully maimed and crippled by their parents&lt;br /&gt;at birth so they could gain acceptance into the finer circles.  There, in&lt;br /&gt;Mexico or South America, you found entrance into the halls of power&lt;br /&gt;only if you had nine fingers or one arm.  The loss of the arm at the&lt;br /&gt;hands of dear old Dad was viewed as a loving, virtuous and necessary act.&lt;br /&gt;     So “beauty” was deformity and “ugly” was pretty.  Everything got&lt;br /&gt;completely turned upside down.  And then this woman at the table&lt;br /&gt;behind me said to her friends at the conclusion of her story, “So you’re&lt;br /&gt;all ugly.” They had a good laugh and went on into their own world. &lt;br /&gt;     Solomon (another Bible guy) or someone like him, said “There’s&lt;br /&gt;nothing new under the Sun,” and there’s no need to even say that&lt;br /&gt;except that people (generally under 30) think they’re lives are very&lt;br /&gt;unique.  They need to be told that their lives aren’t so special.  In my&lt;br /&gt;world, the truth of this is smacking me in the face almost daily.  To be&lt;br /&gt;sure, there is “fresh,” but “new” is a has-been word.  The pendulum&lt;br /&gt;swings fact and wild.  The extremes are clearly seen.  “Good” is bad. &lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan said this and then said “You find out when you reach the&lt;br /&gt;top…you’re on the bottom.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8033873863122688766?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/8033873863122688766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8033873863122688766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8033873863122688766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-2047117664678695987</id><published>2009-07-07T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:45:10.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Disturbs Your Precious Life</title><content type='html'>Right into the middle of your life comes this invisible person who made you for His purposes, who doesn’t need you at all, and He expresses the deepest undeserved love for you by leaving the wealth and glory of heaven to die for you.  It seems so fascinating and romantic until you come face to face with your addiction(s) and get set free and there’s&lt;br /&gt;no explanation for your freedom except for this cross of Calvary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-2047117664678695987?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/2047117664678695987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-disturbs-your-precious-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2047117664678695987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2047117664678695987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-disturbs-your-precious-life.html' title='He Disturbs Your Precious Life'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6196391271622452481</id><published>2009-07-07T21:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:44:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should know, I'm pretty self-centered a lot of the time</title><content type='html'>2 Corinthians 3:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Self pre-occupation makes us unattractive to most everybody.  It makes others feel they are unlovable, unworthy of our attention.  People don’t grow close to a self-absorbed person.  Their prison is one of total preoccupation with their own interests and comforts.  Co-workers and associates will automatically distance themselves from the person who&lt;br /&gt;is enslaved in this way.&lt;br /&gt;     The person who is imprisoned by self-centeredness actually lives a shallow life and people know that the self-lover is not to be trusted.  As long as the self-centered person gets what they want, they’re your friend.  The moment they don’t get what they want, the selfish person automatically begins to calculate how to get what they want at others expense. &lt;br /&gt;     If a person becomes aware that others know they are a prisoner of self-preoccupation (Want a clue? Listen to what you talk about), they will naturally become focused on disguising it.  The most common way of disguising it is through religious talk/activity. &lt;br /&gt;     If a person genuinely desires to be set free to live a life of unselfish service to others, they should do all they can to develop a life-long habit of focusing on God.  When humans become aware of and really know the heart of God (which is love), they will be gradually changed.  The process of growing and changing into a person who not only sees (by the Spirit of God) but unselfishly acts to meet the needs of others is what being a Christian is all about.  Unselfish giving motivated by unconditional love becomes a habit that will be immediately noticeable to others.  That is the way to solid, healthy, mutually-fulfilling, eternal and God-pleasing relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6196391271622452481?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6196391271622452481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-know-im-pretty-self-centered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6196391271622452481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6196391271622452481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-know-im-pretty-self-centered.html' title='I should know, I&apos;m pretty self-centered a lot of the time'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8640822288938810630</id><published>2009-07-07T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:43:25.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life looked at another way</title><content type='html'>All of life is a joining together or a dividing asunder.  Every thought&lt;br /&gt;and every act is to the end of unity or diversity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8640822288938810630?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/8640822288938810630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-looked-at-another-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8640822288938810630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8640822288938810630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-looked-at-another-way.html' title='Life looked at another way'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-5691351010262931813</id><published>2009-07-07T21:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:41:54.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christians Are Losers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They never appear to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be satisfied with the way things are.  The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;continual discontent plagues them.  There’s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always more to be done – within themselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;others, governments, institutions.  Their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bible presents a pattern for holy living that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is impossible.  Only God could live according &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to this pattern.  But many try, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;     Hebrews 11:13 describes the fate of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saints of old: “These all died in the faith, not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having received the promises.”  In the end, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all they had left was their faith.  They had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lived in full expectation of seeing the fulfillment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of God’s promises, yet they did not see the fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;     The world will not improve very much.  The &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;efforts of all Christians will culminate in a massive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apostasy at the end of the age when fewer people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than ever will still believe in Christ.  The Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;predicts that conditions in the world will be at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;their very worst just before Jesus returns.  People &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be scoffing (2 Peter 3:3-4).  There will be an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onslaught of brutality, hatred towards goodness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unholiness, hedonism, greed and haughtiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (2 Tim. 3:1-4).&lt;br /&gt;     Jesus said that if he didn’t return at the appointed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;future day, there probably wouldn't be any who still &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;believed in him (Matt. 24:22).  There will be so much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;helplessness and hunger for evidence of his existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that many will be successfully impersonating him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will have great  success deceiving many because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowledge concerning his true identity will be very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scarce.  As it is, few Christians study their Bibles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anymore, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;     The career of the great Apostle Paul ended with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his being beheaded. Prior to this, he was imprisoned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wrote of his loneliness and isolation in 2 Tim. 4:9-11 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the end of his life, from a prison cell.  It appears that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was a loser.  Just as all of the disciples of Jesus left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;him in the dust at the end, Paul was basically alone at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the time when he needed encouragement the most.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had to get it all directly from God&lt;br /&gt;     It is worth remembering that out of all the thousands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of people who escaped from Egypt, only 2 (Caleb and Joshua) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entered the promised land.  Perhaps the remnant is always &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much smaller than we think and expect.  Ultimately, the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remnant are the only winners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-5691351010262931813?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/5691351010262931813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/christians-are-losers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5691351010262931813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5691351010262931813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/christians-are-losers.html' title='Christians Are Losers'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8690184045884846083</id><published>2009-07-07T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:38:31.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Asset Protection Program That Is Unbeatable</title><content type='html'>God has the best asset protection program available.  He can give you assets that nobody can take away from you – ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has the best  “get rich” program available.  By becoming a child of God, you immediately inherit everything that is under His authority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8690184045884846083?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/8690184045884846083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/asset-protection-program-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8690184045884846083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8690184045884846083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/asset-protection-program-that-is.html' title='An Asset Protection Program That Is Unbeatable'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-7745386701675610546</id><published>2009-07-07T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:37:46.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Warhol said that in the future everyone would be famous for 15 minutes</title><content type='html'>As wickedness increases, the likelihood of revival of faith grows ever dim.&lt;br /&gt;God launches revival with a team of people who are closely-knit together.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t have to be many, but there has to be some tight fellowship going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s too many gathering in the name of Pastors and Churches.  People&lt;br /&gt;gather together in the name of Joe Blow and then say they are gathering&lt;br /&gt;in the name of Jesus.  The N.T. Church gathered in the name of Jesus and there was great evidence of His fellowship with them (Acts 20:37)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are required to keep love burning in our hearts for Jesus in order that  we may glorify Him.  Two benefits of that is that we stimulate faith&lt;br /&gt;and meet physical needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have deteriorated so bad that if a person states one truth, people&lt;br /&gt;make him King.  Maybe that’s what Andy Warhol meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-7745386701675610546?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/7745386701675610546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/andy-warhol-said-that-in-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7745386701675610546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7745386701675610546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/andy-warhol-said-that-in-future.html' title='Andy Warhol said that in the future everyone would be famous for 15 minutes'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1615576286431001893</id><published>2009-07-07T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:36:38.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to end up WHOLE someday</title><content type='html'>People frequently react with a mechanical violence.  Programmed by television to respond in certain ways in certain situations, the world goes on.  The players are apparently hypnotized by bells, old Everly Brothers songs, the clanking coins, the heaving breasts, the rolling golf ball, the bouncing dice or the blinking lights.  They get you hooked to something. Like the workings of an enormous clock, we move at the correct times.  The day rotates.  With people spinning and the earth quaking, nothing is still.  Only our drive toward self-indulgence seems immutable.  It seems our violent reactions are usually aroused mainly by our inability to cope with someone else getting what we want.  And whatever you are hooked by is judged to be either a “good” or “bad” master.  The world is in bondage to itself.  It’s a giant chain.  If you could only own the number 47 or the letter G, imagine what life would be like.  Imagine the power these possessions would provide you. Times of re-evaluation are indispensable and you just have to find the time&lt;br /&gt;to be alone, but can you? And where are those cannons of silence you long to hear?  Oh to be hooked on finding someplace where you could reclaim yourself a little…maybe end up whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Bock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1615576286431001893?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1615576286431001893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-to-end-up-whole-someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1615576286431001893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1615576286431001893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-to-end-up-whole-someday.html' title='Oh to end up WHOLE someday'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-5622555909036211466</id><published>2009-07-07T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:29:40.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Institutional Pillars</title><content type='html'>Things work because of stable influences.  “Pillars” in the community&lt;br /&gt;support whatever worthy endeavors people consistently work hard at. &lt;br /&gt;There can be no significant or lasting accomplishment without stable&lt;br /&gt;people, the so-called “pillars” who generally function as members of&lt;br /&gt;institutions.  They become leaders in churches, businesses, schools&lt;br /&gt;and governments.  They are not flighty, but rather unmovable like&lt;br /&gt;granite.  Without them, there is no progress.  Much work gets done&lt;br /&gt;because of their enduring presence. They inspire loyalty and they&lt;br /&gt;“release” love so their followers busy themselves on their behalf. &lt;br /&gt;Primarily, it is their willingness to serve, rather than be served,&lt;br /&gt;that motivates others.&lt;br /&gt;     In the end, the institution has been changed by its leaders. &lt;br /&gt;It may be ever so slight, but nevertheless, a permanent change&lt;br /&gt;has taken place.&lt;br /&gt;It is usually a visible change, but it may not be immediately noticeable&lt;br /&gt;to only one person, or perhaps to nobody.  Institutional change is for&lt;br /&gt;the eyes of God.  The appearance of change is for men.&lt;br /&gt;     These “pillars” are powerful.  People come to them with the&lt;br /&gt;desire to have their differences settled when wise judgement&lt;br /&gt;concerning a matter is needed.  People approach the “pillars”&lt;br /&gt;with the desire for vindication. It is our strong desire to be declared&lt;br /&gt;“just” that is at the core of our desire to see and be blessed by the&lt;br /&gt;“pillar.”  We believe that the “pillar” has special insight and can look&lt;br /&gt; deep into our hearts and see the virtue within us.  At the same time,&lt;br /&gt;we harbor a grudge against our enemy and&lt;br /&gt;desire that condemnation be extended by the “pillar.” &lt;br /&gt;     If the “pillar” rules against us, we may leave the institution.&lt;br /&gt;We may have to.  If our wealth has been divided, we may be so&lt;br /&gt;emotionally disturbed that we can no longer function in the institution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-5622555909036211466?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/5622555909036211466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/institutional-pillars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5622555909036211466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5622555909036211466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/institutional-pillars.html' title='Institutional Pillars'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6340110998687443111</id><published>2009-07-07T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:24:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Hell Could Be Like</title><content type='html'>100% total occupation with self.&lt;br /&gt;No consciousness of anything other than self,&lt;br /&gt;thus no self-restraint.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the concept.&lt;br /&gt;No pangs of conscience.&lt;br /&gt;No desire for right.&lt;br /&gt;All existence reduced to enormous craving&lt;br /&gt;and unsatisfied longing.&lt;br /&gt;All that isn’t God.&lt;br /&gt;No knowledge of any choice for&lt;br /&gt;what is otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;For eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6340110998687443111?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6340110998687443111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-hell-could-be-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6340110998687443111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6340110998687443111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-hell-could-be-like.html' title='What Hell Could Be Like'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-7535081090836718880</id><published>2009-07-07T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:24:12.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>The greatest gifts come from the hands of strangers;&lt;br /&gt;one-time visits from seldom-seen angels you’ll never&lt;br /&gt;see again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend will hold a gift over&lt;br /&gt;your head, revealing the question,&lt;br /&gt;"Was it really a gift?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-7535081090836718880?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/7535081090836718880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7535081090836718880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7535081090836718880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-7608362643379835991</id><published>2009-07-07T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:21:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Desire To Be Known As "Great"</title><content type='html'>Our Desire To Be Known As "Great"&lt;br /&gt;The human thirst for honor, applause, accolades, and awards is somewhat strong&lt;br /&gt;in some, but very strong in most. Is this a good thirst? If one looks to the world&lt;br /&gt;system, yes. But what does God say? Could God possibly disagree with the standard&lt;br /&gt;of the world system? Isn't it important to know how He weighs in on this human thirst?&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us would agree that our Creator is pretty well qualified to speak to us&lt;br /&gt;about such matters. Any person seeking the answers to these questions can easily find out&lt;br /&gt;what God's thoughts are as they are clearly revealed in scripture.&lt;br /&gt;So what is this human thirst anyway?&lt;br /&gt;A fairly careful study of the Bible has brought me to conclude that this thirst stems&lt;br /&gt;from an alliance between our individual sinful natures and the world system. The world&lt;br /&gt;system tells us that we should brag about the awards our children have won. The&lt;br /&gt;parents who are motivated to put a bumper sticker on their car are following the course&lt;br /&gt;and habit of this world system that encourages us to admire those among us who are&lt;br /&gt;good parents. This same thirst is what drives a person to diligently practice a physical&lt;br /&gt;skill to the point of being a professional athlete. It's no wonder that professional baseball&lt;br /&gt;is referred to as "the show."&lt;br /&gt;I've made some statements that you or others may take as insulting. Before you&lt;br /&gt;paste that bumper sticker on your car, please look at I John 2:16. The Apostle John&lt;br /&gt;warns us about "the pride of life" in this verse. Pride is a sickness of the soul. If we&lt;br /&gt;desire to hear praise and words of admiration, we probably have this sickness. A good&lt;br /&gt;test is how we respond to flattery. If we get a great charge out of compliments, then&lt;br /&gt;we may have a good dose of this sickness. The best indication that we have it or don't&lt;br /&gt;have it is seen in the way that we respond to criticism. The humble person who is&lt;br /&gt;habitually seeking the Lord's glory will not be easily moved by the pointed finger of&lt;br /&gt;accusation.&lt;br /&gt;God's love for us is such that he doesn't want us pursuing the approval and applause&lt;br /&gt;of man because it is very temporary and gets in the way of our contemplation of Him.&lt;br /&gt;Since there is nothing better for us to focus on than God, God wants us to be&lt;br /&gt;focused on the best there is. He wants us to live lives sharing in the reality of His&lt;br /&gt;eternal applause for His Son. Jesus delivered us from the condemnation of the law once&lt;br /&gt;and for all so that we could rest in the Father's approval. Based on the action of God&lt;br /&gt;the Father, who declared all His children righteous for eternity in Christ by grace through&lt;br /&gt;faith, we can rest in the Father's approval. We don't need the approval of a religious&lt;br /&gt;organization, our family and friends, or anyone else. All of us who have put our faith&lt;br /&gt;in Jesus Christ to save us are as acceptable to God the Father as is His Son. We&lt;br /&gt;merit heaven because of the work of Jesus and nothing else. We are not saved by&lt;br /&gt;works. While works may justify us in the eyes of man, God sees us righteous because&lt;br /&gt;we are in Christ, whose work on the behalf of all men was for the purpose of bringing&lt;br /&gt;praise to the glory of God's grace (Ephesians 1:3-6).&lt;br /&gt;The heart of our Father is such that He desires for us to become more and more&lt;br /&gt;occupied with true and lasting things. He sees the futility of man's applause. It&lt;br /&gt;produces nothing of eternal value. It is noisy for a moment like a clanging cymbal. God&lt;br /&gt;wants us to see it for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;"And the world is passing away, and also it's lusts;&lt;br /&gt;but the one who does the will of God abides forever...."&lt;br /&gt;I John 2:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-7608362643379835991?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/7608362643379835991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-desire-to-be-known-as-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7608362643379835991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7608362643379835991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-desire-to-be-known-as-great.html' title='Our Desire To Be Known As &quot;Great&quot;'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-5516378185552936803</id><published>2009-07-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:13:16.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You seek your own desire when you separate yourself</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine has hardened her heart because&lt;br /&gt;a close friend of hers has not responded to recent requests&lt;br /&gt;to “get together.”   She feels her friend has snubbed her&lt;br /&gt;for some reason.  In the face of this perceived injustice,&lt;br /&gt;my friend has withdrawn from everybody.&lt;br /&gt;     It snowballs from here.  Like a row of dominoes, all of&lt;br /&gt;my friend’s relationships have (or will be) affected.  One&lt;br /&gt;by one, those people my friend withdraws from will also&lt;br /&gt;be affected.&lt;br /&gt;     I know both of these women and I think that pride is&lt;br /&gt;at the root of everything.  One of the women is afraid of&lt;br /&gt;intimacy because she doesn’t want to be known as the&lt;br /&gt;sinner she is.  She values her privacy far morethan she&lt;br /&gt;should.  Her fear of being discovered causes her to avoid&lt;br /&gt;the relationship with the other woman.  She wears a mask.&lt;br /&gt;     The other woman feels slighted because she thinks she&lt;br /&gt;is somewhat special.  She cannot imagine how anyone could&lt;br /&gt;not respond to her invitations. &lt;br /&gt;     Nobody is going to grow or experience the joy of the friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-5516378185552936803?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/5516378185552936803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-seek-your-own-desire-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5516378185552936803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5516378185552936803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-seek-your-own-desire-when-you.html' title='You seek your own desire when you separate yourself'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-3445115636118132942</id><published>2009-07-07T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:11:21.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say a word, be salt</title><content type='html'>To say a word is to be salt.  But to say a word is like adding&lt;br /&gt;a spoonful of salt to the ocean in order to increase its saltiness.&lt;br /&gt; To say a sentence is the same.  Even to fill the world with books&lt;br /&gt;that all speak that word or this paragraph is to let air out of a jar&lt;br /&gt;in order to increase the breathable air.&lt;br /&gt;     The ears are plugged up permanently.  To say so is all that&lt;br /&gt;needs to be said.  Yet something prompts me to say more.&lt;br /&gt;     As I survey my heart and weigh the thoughts and actions&lt;br /&gt;of all men and women, I feel that there is a great lack of awareness&lt;br /&gt;as to how corrupt humanity is.  It saddens and amazes me. &lt;br /&gt;     Should not the meetings of the church be meetings where people,&lt;br /&gt;overcome with grief, guilt and godly sorrow, confess their many sins&lt;br /&gt;to one another.&lt;br /&gt;     I can recall  a revival in a church begin from the confession of sin.&lt;br /&gt;It was a girl in the assembly, many years ago.  She was tortured&lt;br /&gt;by guilt and unashamed to reveal her heart.  Many were encouraged&lt;br /&gt;by her frankness and they began to unburden their hearts. &lt;br /&gt;     The human heart often carries multitudes of private burdens. &lt;br /&gt;The guilt is unbearable, yet we try to bear it.  We deceive ourselves&lt;br /&gt;into thinking that we can somehow do the impossible.  But happiness&lt;br /&gt;does not share head space with guilt for very long.  Even&lt;br /&gt;“real happiness” will vacate a mind inhabited by a guilty conscience.&lt;br /&gt;Water will stay in the pan for awhile, but eventually the fire will win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-3445115636118132942?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/3445115636118132942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-word-be-salt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3445115636118132942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3445115636118132942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-word-be-salt.html' title='Say a word, be salt'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1634059893277415318</id><published>2009-07-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:09:33.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping to Gaze (and graze)</title><content type='html'>It is apparent that much of our attention must be directed&lt;br /&gt;toward the task of making a living.  Additional attention must&lt;br /&gt;be given tot he hundreds of details that have to do with what&lt;br /&gt;we call “ordinary life:” making beds, preparing food, driving a&lt;br /&gt;car, addressing mail, writing checks, changing diapers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;     Because these things require much or all of our feeble&lt;br /&gt;concentration, I cannot believe that God intends for us to be&lt;br /&gt;thinking about Him at all times.  There are times when He&lt;br /&gt;should receive all of our attention.  In order to be balanced&lt;br /&gt;we should not neglect those times that we have for pure&lt;br /&gt;contemplation each day.&lt;br /&gt;     When we take those times of contemplation, we must&lt;br /&gt;develop the habit of disciplining ourselves to the point&lt;br /&gt;where we can quite easily shut off the eyes and ears and&lt;br /&gt;entirely focus on Him.  Now it is true that we are “receivers”&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to God.  None of us can give anything to Him&lt;br /&gt;and we need to nurture this awareness.  If we have the morning&lt;br /&gt;chores on our mind, this will not happen.  “Doing” the morning&lt;br /&gt;chores is a thousand miles away from being passive.&lt;br /&gt;And we define ourselves as “givers” when we do even the&lt;br /&gt;slightest work toward maintaining God’s creation.  There&lt;br /&gt;needs to be time during the day when we just stop and gaze&lt;br /&gt;at God.  There will be time later on to worship God by mowing&lt;br /&gt;the lawn or washing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;     But these things define us as “givers.”  In the realm of the&lt;br /&gt;natural, physical dimension, this is fine.  We are to be givers.&lt;br /&gt;In the realm of the Spirit, though, we are “receivers” and we&lt;br /&gt;must learn when to be “in the Spirit” in our giving and doing.&lt;br /&gt;It is not natural.  We must learn the art of being the “receiver”&lt;br /&gt;when we are engaged in giving and doing.  How we are taught&lt;br /&gt;this is by forcing ourselves to take times of contemplation each&lt;br /&gt;day where we block out everything and let God remind us who&lt;br /&gt;He is and how we relate to Him as “receivers” of His grace&lt;br /&gt;and mercy.  Eventually we find that the spiritual habitually&lt;br /&gt;overlaps the physical.  This does not happen easily until a habit&lt;br /&gt;is established.  Growing into that person who habitually practices&lt;br /&gt;the presence of God takes much work.  And then we must make&lt;br /&gt;sure that it continues to be a habit.  This requires God’s gift of&lt;br /&gt;discipline.  Most people do not desire this and don’t receive it.&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift that only a few will cherish and keep.  And each&lt;br /&gt;person is offered that gift (Gal. 5:22-23) along with many others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1634059893277415318?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1634059893277415318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/stopping-to-gaze-and-graze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1634059893277415318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1634059893277415318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/stopping-to-gaze-and-graze.html' title='Stopping to Gaze (and graze)'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-3787671924626669068</id><published>2009-07-07T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:06:40.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christians in Satan's army</title><content type='html'>Just as Hitler allowed thousands of Jews to serve in the Third Reich’s army – during the Holocaust – so it is that Satan will recruit Christians to serve in his army.&lt;br /&gt;     During World War II, Hitler slaughtered the families of those Jewish soldiers.  Some of them were high-ranking officers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-3787671924626669068?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/3787671924626669068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/christians-in-satans-army.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3787671924626669068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3787671924626669068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/christians-in-satans-army.html' title='Christians in Satan&apos;s army'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-439982198966036497</id><published>2009-07-07T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:05:55.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want NEWS!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Every morning, many of us shuffle out through the darkness and pick up the morning paper because we have an insatiable desire for news.  Many of us would rather get our “fix” of news from the television.  So of the more technologically savvy among us get the news through their computer.&lt;br /&gt;     This morning, while I’m thinking about this, I’m thinking about this shared desire that we humans have to hear something new and fresh to start our day.  My thinking has&lt;br /&gt;been stimulated by a sentence from an old book by Mike Yaconelli, simply entitled, “Tough Faith.”  He wrote, “What gives my faith new life and energy in the experience of finding something new about God I didn’t know yesterday.”  God has put a desire for newness into our hearts in order for us to turn to Him.  That quest originates in God.  He always desires for us to learn new things about Him so He motivates us to look to Him each morning to learn something&lt;br /&gt;new.  Apparently, this has been twisted by the world system so that we now turn to the world each morning instead of God.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Bible verses on the subject of newness:&lt;br /&gt;Ps. 33:3; 40:3; 96:1&lt;br /&gt;Eccles. 1:9-10&lt;br /&gt;Isa. 42:9-10; 43:19; 65:17&lt;br /&gt;Lam. 3:23&lt;br /&gt;Acts 17:21&lt;br /&gt;Romans 14:3&lt;br /&gt;2 Cor. 5:17&lt;br /&gt;Heb. 8:12; 10:17&lt;br /&gt;Rev. 21:5; 21:1-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-439982198966036497?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/439982198966036497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/439982198966036497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/439982198966036497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-news.html' title='I Want NEWS!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4355250465874581741</id><published>2009-07-07T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:05:18.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Choice: A life of fear and accusation OR a life of hope</title><content type='html'>Satan ACCUSED God of depriving Eve of important knowledge. We read in Genesis 3:4-5 that Satan called God a liar: “ Then the serpent said to the woman, “You will not surely die. For God knows that in the day you eat of it (the tree) your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan ACCUSED Job of serving God for purely selfish reasons. He attacked Job’s character in Job 1:9-11: “ So Satan answered the Lord and said, “ Does Job fear God for nothing? Have You not made a hedge around him, around his household, and around all that he has on every side? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions have increased in the land. But now, stretch out Your hand and touch all that he has, and he will surely curse You to Your face!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pharisees ACCUSED Jesus of many things: blasphemy, law-breaking, associating with the “wrong” people. Indeed, they looked for any reason to ACCUSE Jesus of wrongdoing so that they would&lt;br /&gt;have some reason to inflict violence on Him. Luke 6: 6-11 is a very vivid portrayal of the evil motives of these religious leaders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now it happened on another Sabbath, also, that He entered&lt;br /&gt;the synagogue and taught. And a man was there whose right&lt;br /&gt;hand was withered. So the scribes and Pharisees watched him&lt;br /&gt;closely whether He would heal on the Sabbath, that they might find an&lt;br /&gt;accusation against Him. But he knew their thoughts, and said to the&lt;br /&gt;man who had the withered hands, “Arise and stand here.” And he arose and stood.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus said to them, “I will ask you one thing: Is it lawful on the Sabbath to do good&lt;br /&gt;or to do evil, to save life or to destroy?” And when He had looked&lt;br /&gt;around at them all, He said to the man, “Stretch out your hand.”&lt;br /&gt;And he did so, and his hand was restored as whole as the other.&lt;br /&gt;But they were filled with rage, and discussed with one another&lt;br /&gt;what they might do to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festus ACCUSED the Apostle Paul of having been made mad by excessive learning in Acts 26:24, “ Now as he thus made his defense, Festus said with a loud voice, “ Paul, you are beside yourself! Much&lt;br /&gt;learning is driving you mad!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy was apparently ACCUSED of being too young to be a Pastor. In I.Timothy 4:12, Paul encouraged Timothy thus, “ Let no one despise your youth, but be an example to the believers in word, in conduct, in love, in spirit, in faith, in purity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we can say about the enemy and his warriors: They would deprive us of hope and encouragement. They are always wanting to point out the negatives, the worst-case situation. “ What-ifs” predominate in their conversation. There is always something in their lives that immobilize or paralyze them so they can’t seem to go forward and accomplish the things that God has for them. The lazy person described for us in Proverbs 26:13 says: “ There is a lion in the road! A fierce lion is in the streets.”&lt;br /&gt;We can all be deceived into cooperating with Satan. We can read scriptures such as Ephesians 2:10 (“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.) and not believe that it applies to us. How could God, after all, have prepared any work for US to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Testament writers wrote about a life of optimism and hope. Paul the Apostle wrote the following (2 Corinthians 3:12; 4:1):&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore, since we have such hope, we use great boldness of speech.”&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore, since we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we do not lose heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan is referred to in Revelation 12:10 as follows: “Then I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, “Now salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of His Christ have come, for the accuser of our brethren, who accused them before our God day and&lt;br /&gt;night, has been cast down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, in Ephesians 4:29 wrote: “ Let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers.” Words of accusation seldom bring&lt;br /&gt;grace to anyone. Surely, the person looking for reasons to accuse is not thinking of ways to encourage. The accusing person is generally unable to think of anything good to say. That person is usually a draining influence who has no energy and nothing worthwhile to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life characterized by fellowship with God’s Spirit is a life of optimism, joy and hope. Paul wrote of this life in Romans 15:13-14,&lt;br /&gt;“ Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Now I myself am confident concerning you, my brethren, that you also are full of goodness, filled with all knowledge, able also to admonish one another.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, let’s be reminded of where this “abounding hope” comes from: “ And we have such trust through Christ toward God. Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think of anything as being from ourselves, but our sufficiency is from God, who also made us sufficient as ministers of the new covenant, not of the letter but of the Spirit ; for the letter kills (by accusation), but the Spirit gives life. ( 2 Cor. 3:4-6)”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4355250465874581741?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4355250465874581741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-choice-life-of-fear-and-accusation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4355250465874581741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4355250465874581741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-choice-life-of-fear-and-accusation.html' title='Our Choice: A life of fear and accusation OR a life of hope'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1533995785105200723</id><published>2009-07-07T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:03:34.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value Of A Life: What is it?</title><content type='html'>Today is a happy day for those Mothers, Fathers and other family members who will soon be seeing the living bodies and souls of those three American servicemen who have been prisoners of war in Yugoslavia.  All Americans can rejoice in their freedom.&lt;br /&gt;     This morning, I was thinking about a couple of the newspaper articles I have read recently that attempted to explain some of the possible scenarios that could play out relating to the taking and holding of these three men.  One article discussed an exchange of prisoners between the United States and Yugoslavia.&lt;br /&gt;     I was reminded of other articles I have read in the past that&lt;br /&gt;detailed prisoner exchanges in a time of war.  I remember reading various stories over the years where Country A, for example, offered to exchange 5 prisoners in exchange for 20 prisoners that were held prisoner by Country B.  Why the difference in the value?  Who knows.  I’m sure the prisoners involved may have felt differently than their governments who made trades such as these.  I’m positive that the soldiers of Country A and Country B felt that the value of human life should have been calculated differently.&lt;br /&gt;     This brings me to the whole idea of the value of human life.&lt;br /&gt;     What’s the best way to measure that  value?&lt;br /&gt;     Do we assume that the value of human life is to be based on the value of a person’s ability to make money?  Does a person’s value increase or decrease with age?  Are men more valuable than women?  Are children more important than adults?  Are certain animals more important than certain people? &lt;br /&gt;     Last of all: What is the value of the life of the Son of God?&lt;br /&gt;     A life of infinite value was exchanged for the life of all of the people who ever existed or ever will exist.  In a sense, the value of that one life was exchanged for the lives of all of humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1533995785105200723?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1533995785105200723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/value-of-life-what-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1533995785105200723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1533995785105200723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/value-of-life-what-is-it.html' title='The Value Of A Life: What is it?'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-7343452507774325866</id><published>2009-07-07T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:02:31.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Christ-one</title><content type='html'>For one thing, being a Christ-one means that my gaze is forward. &lt;br /&gt;I look back if necessary, but the major thrust of all I’m about is what&lt;br /&gt;is coming.  It is a life of anticipation and expectation.  The past and&lt;br /&gt;the now are surely experienced, but the past can only be experienced&lt;br /&gt;in the realm of faith and hope.  That is where my heart is.  I’m always&lt;br /&gt;thinking about what God and I are going to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;     Lately, God spoke to me from I Cor. 10:13  and I was reminded that&lt;br /&gt;something in me really doesn’t want to be delivered, saved.  But the call&lt;br /&gt;of God is to walk in expectation of deliverance and salvation.  The path&lt;br /&gt;God leads me in is a path that doesn’t take into account the possibility&lt;br /&gt;of believing that sin has any value.  There’s no head space for doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-7343452507774325866?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/7343452507774325866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-christ-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7343452507774325866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/7343452507774325866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-christ-one.html' title='Being a Christ-one'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-5721326347347884493</id><published>2009-07-07T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:01:30.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity: What is it?</title><content type='html'>At the age of 56 I am more unsure about how to define&lt;br /&gt;it than anything. The old cliché (“It’s a relationship with God”)&lt;br /&gt;just doesn’t get it for me anymore.  I honestly don’t even like&lt;br /&gt;the word and I certainly wish I’d never heard it.  I don’t want&lt;br /&gt;to hear the word again.&lt;br /&gt;     And yet I am a Christian.  A Christ-one.  I know Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I love him with weak and fickle human love.  I know He loves&lt;br /&gt;me with a perfect divine love.  There’s no doubting that.&lt;br /&gt;If I could deny my own existence I could deny the reality of his love. &lt;br /&gt;     But Christianity…..What is it?  Is it a club?  A culture? &lt;br /&gt;     Whatever it is, I want no part of it.  It’s useless, deadly and superfluous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-5721326347347884493?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/5721326347347884493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/christianity-what-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5721326347347884493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5721326347347884493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/christianity-what-is-it.html' title='Christianity: What is it?'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6446682449477372620</id><published>2009-07-07T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:59:44.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing Our Best Buddy</title><content type='html'>If you knew someone who had an uncanny ability to&lt;br /&gt; pick the winning horse at all the horse races he attended,&lt;br /&gt;you might think it wise to saddle up next to this person&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps court a serious friendship. &lt;br /&gt;     Can anyone find fault with the habit of nurturing a friendship&lt;br /&gt;with the One who always completely understands and sees the&lt;br /&gt;future as if it were the present?  Surely the One who knows what&lt;br /&gt;is going to happen can help us make our plans for the future.  Surely&lt;br /&gt;we dare not proceed onward in life without His companionship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6446682449477372620?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6446682449477372620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/choosing-our-best-buddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6446682449477372620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6446682449477372620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/choosing-our-best-buddy.html' title='Choosing Our Best Buddy'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-5452550534793542561</id><published>2009-07-07T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:58:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Which Is Most Common</title><content type='html'>As I look out my window this morning, I see that everything is still.&lt;br /&gt;The inactivity and quiet of creation provides a perfect backdrop for&lt;br /&gt;everything else.  One cannot do without the other.  God loves the&lt;br /&gt;inactivity and quiet as much or more than He does the movement&lt;br /&gt;and noise.  Now of course there is invisible life teeming in all that&lt;br /&gt;is, so one can also postulate that God totally disapproves of all quiet&lt;br /&gt;and cessation of activity.  Yet man does not easily perceive all that&lt;br /&gt;goes on, and I think this protection from all the noise and movement&lt;br /&gt;implies that God wants us not to be distracted by it all so that we&lt;br /&gt;will be able to hear ourselves think.  Most of all, I think we notice&lt;br /&gt;God in a quiet and unbusy place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-5452550534793542561?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/5452550534793542561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-which-is-most-common.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5452550534793542561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/5452550534793542561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-which-is-most-common.html' title='That Which Is Most Common'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6968675547769009543</id><published>2009-07-07T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:57:07.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Ending After All</title><content type='html'>So don’t you think it is kind of nice that about 2,000 years ago a&lt;br /&gt;couple of things happened that made it absolutely certain that all of&lt;br /&gt;this has a happy ending after all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6968675547769009543?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6968675547769009543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-ending-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6968675547769009543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6968675547769009543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-ending-after-all.html' title='A Happy Ending After All'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-340128434807844644</id><published>2009-07-07T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:55:10.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich People</title><content type='html'>RICH PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are slaves to things quite often. They&lt;br /&gt;cannot give anything away unless they get&lt;br /&gt;a tax break. They are so poor they cannot give&lt;br /&gt;anything away. The rich person is characterized&lt;br /&gt;by a lifestyle of unselfishly giving things away&lt;br /&gt;without regard for personal gain. The person who&lt;br /&gt;is poor is unable to free themselves from their things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-340128434807844644?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/340128434807844644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/rich-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/340128434807844644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/340128434807844644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/rich-people.html' title='Rich People'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8940479346865433981</id><published>2009-07-07T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:54:03.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time Of Great Joy</title><content type='html'>A Time of Great Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     There are different periods of time in our lives when God speaks very clearly to us.  One of those periods of time was from May through December in 1993.  I’m glad that I was more diligent in my writing.  It was an awesome and intense time.  Most of all, it was a time of great joy.&lt;br /&gt;     I was reading “The Existence and Attributes of God” by Stephen Charnock at this time.  Nothing I have read has affected me more, except for the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May  24, 1993&lt;br /&gt;Whining and complaining about our circumstances, about the world, or about anything outside of ourselves or our control – this is a road to idolatry.  It is a rejection of God, a practical atheism that is the opposite of having a heart full of thanksgiving.  In Romans 1:21-25, Paul shows that our hearts are in danger of becoming hardened when they are not&lt;br /&gt;honoring God with thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 12, 1993&lt;br /&gt;Could prayer be the “secret” to love?  Could it be that praying for people causes love to spring up in our hearts?  Could it be that this activity alone moves the Spirit of God to create love in us for those we intercede for?  This is a matter for prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 12, 1993&lt;br /&gt;I have resolved to speak no more about the matter of opening up the Patio Place in a new location.  I have found an ideal location next to Trader Joe’s, Suite C-7.  Obstacles to this move are in the minds of the manufacturer (who is selling us the store) and my wife.  I have resolved to speak only to God about this.  Should it be his will, that we relocate, God will have to initiate the move because I am unwise enough to know what his will is on my own.  I do believe that it would be the smartest thing to do, but yesterday the owner (Craig) said that he felt it would be better for us to get our feet wet first.  My thought is that it would be highly advantageous for us to be in the better location getting our feet wet.&lt;br /&gt;     But what is better?  Better from man’s point of view is often not better from God’s point of view. &lt;br /&gt;     Seeking to be a child of faith, I will speak only to God on this matter and let him lead me.&lt;br /&gt;     Praise be to God for the privilege of prayer and the gift of faith that enables  me to live  in God’s plan of “waiting on Him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 12, 1993&lt;br /&gt;     Lord, you could not have done a better job of creating the female body.  I thank you, Lord, that everything is delightful with it. I know that you must be something else to behold, for I know that you have created a being too wonderful for my eyes.  I thank you also, Father, that you did not create them with more glory  because, as it is, it is a struggle not to worship at their feet, for they are so beautiful.  I thank you that you have not opened my eyes to see angels, either, for I know you have shielded my eyes from them because they are even more beautiful than women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 14, 1993&lt;br /&gt;     Just as I can hear several sounds at once (music, for example, where a number of instruments are playing at the same time.) and distinguish&lt;br /&gt;between the sounds, so God hears our prayers.  He hears them all at once, in the same way we hear music. &lt;br /&gt;     Just as we can see many, many things at once, God sees all things at once. &lt;br /&gt;     The comprehension of diversity occurs at the same time as our comprehension of unity.  That is, we perceive the diversity through a unified perception.  For example: ONE glance allows us to see many things.  We would not be able to perceive “the many” if we were unable to cast the “one glance.”&lt;br /&gt;     It is the going forth of light that allows us to see anything.  But God is Himself a light.&lt;br /&gt;     He is the light by which He sees: the means of perceiving and the perceiver all at once.&lt;br /&gt;     But does God need light to see – that is, does God need Himself to see?  Yes.  God needs himself to see.  However insane this may sound: God could see even if he didn’t exist.  God can do anything that is impossible.  He has chosen to exist in such a way that even the impossible is possible. He has not chosen this.  He IS this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 14, 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Every other person walking by my store has been turned into a billboard.  They wear t-shirts or a cap advertising something.&lt;br /&gt;     The flowers in front of my store are real, but they look fake.  We had fake flowers thrust upon us for so long that we now prefer the fake look.&lt;br /&gt;     This morning, the owner of the Kinko’s store informed me that my handwritten sign advertising our store hours could easily be re-done by their typesetting department.  The bonus to this “offer” was “10% off.”&lt;br /&gt;A reward for abandonment of human touch.&lt;br /&gt;     All across our world, we are being paid, manipulated and bribed to reject our own humanity.  We are taught by advertisers to all dress the same, think the same, shit the same, be the same.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; August 14, 1993&lt;br /&gt;      If you are going into business today, or buying a home or car, the message is the same: we must buy an alarm system to protect us from humans.  The message being announced is that humans, and the things they possess, are very important.  But at the same time, the message goes forth that humans are dangerous, dishonest, covetous and criminal.&lt;br /&gt;     The bottom line is that we are rejecting “creation,” and denying the creator.&lt;br /&gt;     When we color our hair, we are saying “no” to our creator.  When we modify and change what is natural, we are saying we can do it all better than God.  But can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 14, 1993&lt;br /&gt;     How often do we feel the rain?  How often do we walk through a field of grass barefoot?  Or through the mud?  Letting it squish between our toes.  We have apparently done all we can to insulate ourselves from what is natural.  Machines are preferred to humans.  People spend billions to change the earth and its’ inhabitants.  Life is something we watch on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;     Even our clothing is made from plastic fibers.  Who wears cotton anymore?  God forbid we should do that – cotton is of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;     Forget drinking water from the earth.  We must carbonate it or it is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;     It seems like we exist to support machines.&lt;br /&gt;     Our machines create our music.  We no longer write letters (too permanent, too related to the concept of “a tomorrow.”)  and mail them –&lt;br /&gt;we fax them.&lt;br /&gt;     Our toilet water must be blue, our cats de-clawed.  Everything we buy&lt;br /&gt;is wrapped in plastic (and we pay for it with plastic).  Plastic packaging sanitizes, cleanses, sterilizes.  Plastic is magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 24, 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Day of Strange Events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter&lt;br /&gt;A closed door?&lt;br /&gt;A check returned&lt;br /&gt;A dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Yesterday was a day full of interesting and sad events.&lt;br /&gt;     I’ve been reading a couple of books about prayer.&lt;br /&gt;     I have been finding that the “work” of prayer is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I sense a great need to learn the habit of interceding for others.  It  is actually my greatest need.&lt;br /&gt;     Lately, with full force and vigor, God has been speaking to me about intercessory prayer and spiritual warfare.  It is apparent that I need to take the offensive.  God has been speaking to me from “The Spiritual Man” by Watchman Nee and “Don’t Just Stand There, Pray Something”&lt;br /&gt;by Ron Dunn.&lt;br /&gt;     God has shown me that the real meaning of my life is to be engaged in full-time war.  I have seen that I am not to be occupied with civilian&lt;br /&gt;affairs (2 Tim. 2:33-4).  He has shown me that the war is fought in the area of the mind (2 Cor. 10: 3-5).  He is showing me that my identity is always to be tied up in the meaning of the word “soldier”.  “Conflict” is another word that keeps coming up.  I have been called to do battle.  This is such a radical departure from the way I have viewed life.&lt;br /&gt;     The habit of prayer must become my main concern because it glorifies God more than anything.  I live to be an expression of his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Someone with the attention of God has been praying for me.  I wish I knew who it was, but whoever it is, they are praying for me/us in secret.&lt;br /&gt;     Yesterday, I received an envelope in the mail.  There was a check inside that I had written and sent to someone.  They returned it.  God means for the money to go to someone else.  So be it.&lt;br /&gt;     When Bob Harms’ letter came yesterday, I was saddened because an unknown person attacked him for no reason on Market street in San Francisco.  Bob recently had his heart re-built.  He is a former roommate who does not have a relationship with Christ. I am going to start praying for his salvation.  I’m going to be as persistent as my cat, who meows incessantly  whenever she wants to go outside. &lt;br /&gt;     Yesterday we discovered it would cost us $2,500-$3,500 for a storefront sign if we were to move over to the Trader Joe’s center.  Since I had praying the night before that God would show us whether or not we should sign the lease and make the move, I must interpret this as a temporary closed door.  We don’t have the money.  My wife and I are together on this.  This is a confirmation from God that we need to keep praying and waiting.  After telling the landlord that this is more money than we feel comfortable in borrowing/spending, he said he would talk  to the partners about the possibility of paying for the sign. I had told him&lt;br /&gt;that we would be willing to make the move if he and his partner were willing to pay for our sign.  Our peace is gone at this time.  If we are to stay where we are, that will be fine with us.  How we must wait on the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;     Last night, my Mother told me that one of my oldest friends had died.&lt;br /&gt;I met Judy Perry when I was about 6-8 months old.  She and her family lived next door to us.  Judy was 40 when she died.&lt;br /&gt;     Early today, I wrote an 8 page to Bob Whitney, the agent for the Trader Joe’s center, explaining why I feel it is fair for he and his partners to pay for the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 26, 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, there is little concern in my heart for those who are lost.  There is a hardness of which I am unable to explain.  My intellect tells me one thing-but it doesn’t sink into my emotions.  I’m reluctant to pray for those who I have written on my prayer list. There is a clogging of the arteries of my heart.  There is need for a cleansing.  My emotions are callused.  There is a paralysis that keeps me from praying.  I cannot manufacture a burden for the lost.  I am not free to weep for the people you bring before me every day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 22, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mind of God, that which is real is infinitely real.  But since God is not limited by anything, his imaginations must be just as “real” as “reality” is.  In other words, all possibilities are viewed by God at all times to be realities.  The impossible is always possible.  That which is impossible in our eyes is possible in God’s eyes.  He can discern the difference between what is real and what is not, but that which is not real can also appear to be real to him at the same time if he wants it to.&lt;br /&gt;All infinite possibilities can be considered as existing somewhere in his mind.  Therefore, it is not incorrect to say that everything possible is currently real on some “channel” of God’s mind.  He sees everything possible just as he sees everything impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8940479346865433981?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/8940479346865433981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-of-great-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8940479346865433981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8940479346865433981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-of-great-joy.html' title='A Time Of Great Joy'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-77795338354610507</id><published>2009-07-07T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:51:35.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Morrison</title><content type='html'>Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no accident that I now own more&lt;br /&gt;recordings by him than any other musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs that I am speaking about are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ivory Tower (from “No Guru, No method, No Teacher”)&lt;br /&gt;     I have always felt the gap between those who are poor and those with wealth.  Although I partially believe that it is a political necessity for the wisest of any people to control the economy, I do believe that those “at the top” should have a background of street life.&lt;br /&gt;     I have a deep-seated disdain for the rich.  I always have resented rich people because of their arrogance.  They use lawyers to keep their wealth.  And they don’t play fair.  They expect others to do their work so they can play and travel all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaning Windows (from “Beautiful Vision”)&lt;br /&gt;     “I’m a working man in my prime, cleaning windows.”&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be a working man.  Taking the low seat, intellectually growing, humble, digging the blues, stress-less, carefree, un-hurried, smelling the smells, playing music, no line (b.s.), a life with welcome interruptions, many starts and stops, variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The Great Deception (from “Hard Nose The Highway”)&lt;br /&gt;     Our society has a foundation of dishonesty that is many layers thick.&lt;br /&gt;Dodging bullshit is a full-time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Bein’ Green (Same as above)&lt;br /&gt;     Not a Morrison composition, but a great song.  It expresses the joy of seeing your limitations and strengths and being content with what you are, recognizing your “green-ness” (ignorance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Autumn Song (Same as above)&lt;br /&gt;     Being sensitive to the energy in nature and every night is Christmas when you’re in love.  This is a fireplace song.&lt;br /&gt;     “You may just have to break out,…lose control.”&lt;br /&gt;When live invades your soul, it cannot be contained.  It makes you respond emotionally.  His voice is Cadillac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Did Ye Get Healed? (From “Poetic Champions Compose”)&lt;br /&gt;     Does this (whatever it is) affect you the same way it affects me?&lt;br /&gt;     The longing for shared inspiration/shared appreciation is in view here.  The hunger for identification, shared empathy. “Did it cleanse you like it did me?  Please tell me it did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Dweller on the Threshold (From “Beautiful Vision”)&lt;br /&gt;     I’m not there, but I will be.  I’m getting closer and I can see the glory coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Full Force Gale (From “Into the Music”)&lt;br /&gt;     I will always return.  The Lord is my Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  So Quiet In Here (From “Enlightenment”)&lt;br /&gt;     There’s nothing that speaks as loudly as the silence.  So much can happen in the paradise of noiselessness.  It’s the space between things that holds the meaning.  The simple things are the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Warm Love (From “Hard Nose The Highway”)&lt;br /&gt;     This song talks about the very important ability we need to develop to see love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Enlightenment (From “Enlightenment”)&lt;br /&gt;     Detachment can save your life, but who knows what it is?  It could be a form of mental illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Wonderful Remark (From the film: “King of Comedy”)&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes, somebody says something and it “makes” you something else.  Words can kill, heal and give life and death.  Words can also oppress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  When Will I Ever Learn To Live In God? (From “Avalon Sunset”)&lt;br /&gt;     The soul in torment because it sees itself as a restless fool unable to be still and trust God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Whenever God Shines His Light (Same as above)&lt;br /&gt;     Another song about God, with optimism, with a thrust and a shove to face the reality of God’s magnificent light.  That creative, forceful, personal being!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-77795338354610507?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/77795338354610507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/van-morrison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/77795338354610507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/77795338354610507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/van-morrison.html' title='Van Morrison'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-6656456976781851450</id><published>2009-07-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:50:34.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Upward Call</title><content type='html'>Tonight, as I was napping, I had a dream of being stranded&lt;br /&gt;up high on the side of very tall mountain in a cave.  There&lt;br /&gt;seemed to be no way out. I could not climb down.  I remember&lt;br /&gt;thinking that I had not thought that a possible way out of my&lt;br /&gt;dilemma (no food, exposure to the elements, no water) was&lt;br /&gt;to look for a way out by climbing up and over instead of down.&lt;br /&gt;It was almost real to me-the feeling of being helplessly lost-&lt;br /&gt;until I remembered that I had not thought about going upward.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing higher had not dawned on me before because the way&lt;br /&gt;to food and water was obviously on the ground: down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that it is an upward call that God makes.  He commands&lt;br /&gt;us to go into the conflict in order to receive the blessings of the&lt;br /&gt;promised land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-6656456976781851450?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/6656456976781851450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/upward-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6656456976781851450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/6656456976781851450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/upward-call.html' title='The Upward Call'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-2956706345335250985</id><published>2009-07-07T20:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:49:03.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being honest with your mate</title><content type='html'>One thing I have learned: you can be honest with your mate, but you have to be able to live with their responses to your honesty.  And what you think will be forgotten will easily be remembered at the most inconvenient (for you) time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-2956706345335250985?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/2956706345335250985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-honest-with-your-mate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2956706345335250985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2956706345335250985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-honest-with-your-mate.html' title='Being honest with your mate'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-3273412490866980446</id><published>2009-07-07T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:48:21.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty</title><content type='html'>The strong indication that we have been placed into the liberty of Christ is that in times of temptation all of our confidence in Christ remains.  It doesn’t disappear.  We know the One in whom we have believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 5:1 says that we are to stand fast in this freedom and that means that we have to exercise effort to stay free.  If you don’t protect that freedom, if you neglect it, you will eventually lose it.  Staying free is a struggle because there are people who don’t want you to be free.  The world system and the devil are opposed to the message of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This liberty is not a civil liberty.&lt;br /&gt;This liberty is not the freedom to sin.&lt;br /&gt;This liberty is a freedom from the wrath of God.  We know it in our conscience.  We do not fear God at all.  We can live out our lives confident that God will not become angry with us, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This freedom also involves the removal of the law, sin and death as terrors in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This freedom also involves freedom from the feeling that we don’t or can’t measure up.  We are free from the condemnation of groups (political or religious) or individuals.&lt;br /&gt;The world system is that which is under the control of Satan and his demons.  It is true that our present economic system, our present political system and our present religious system (among others) are all controlled by the evil one.  Because the whole world lies in his control, our perspective is such that we are to be careful to let the Spirit of Jesus influence us rather than Satan’s world system, guarding against the lies of the system by embracing the life of our Savior.  His words are the predominant authority for our attitudes concerning all things related to economics, politics and religion.  His example is our example in matters that touch on economics, politics and religion.  And our relationships with others are radically affected by His life as He rules in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, because we carry Him into our businesses, others are influenced by Him as He lives His life in us.  We do not live as those in bondage to the world system: we strive to do our best, to be honest and fair.  Unlike the “me first” philosophy, our philosophy concerning work is different in motive:  we work hard at our jobs in order to bring glory to God and in order to have something to share with those in need.  And because we believe God will do what He promised in the area of taking care of our needs, we do not work with our own needs in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we know that our time in this present world is growing short.  Because we know this, our expectations of political leaders is not the same as the world’s.  And because we know this world is falling apart at the seams, we don’t put any confidence in any political party or political movement.  We know that the only government that “works” is the government of God: a theocracy.  Therefore, we don’t get excited about the present political system.  We know it won’t work.  We know that the government cannot legislate spirituality or morality because we know that the solution to mankind’s problems is related to the heart, not the intellect.  We know that education is not the doorway to man’s deepest problems.  We know that man’s rebellious will is the source of man’s problems.  It will not bend toward God.  And while politicians insist that education is the doorway, we emphasize that man’s most basic problems are solved by being committed to the Lordship of Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;     In the way that we relate to Satan’s religious system, we insist upon impartiality and inclusion, rather than favoritism and exclusion.  Because we believe that all men are equally sinners, we hold out the gospel as universal in its appeal.  For this reason, we do not tolerate racism, for example.  We abhor it.&lt;br /&gt;     And because we believe that all people are loved by God, we make it a point to associate with the poor and the lowly.  We do this because we recognize that the present world system favors those who are wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;     Furthermore, we do not have celebrities in the church.  Each member of the body of Christ is equally important.  Those who expect to be treated differently are not to be treated as their flesh would have them be treated.  We reject the “cult of personality” because we remember that God spoke through an ass in the old testament.  And we remember the mighty way God used the prostitute as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are ways in which the world system is always creeping into the church.  Some of the most obvious ways are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Elevating teachers to celebrity status.&lt;br /&gt;     Is the body of Christ a mouth?  Do we want to put teachers under this massive pressure?  What happens to our faith when it’s in men and those men fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Building large buildings to house church meetings.&lt;br /&gt;     Indebtedness for individuals is too great.  The church should set an example in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The abominable Christian entertainment industry.&lt;br /&gt;     We can’t beat the world in this area and have no business competing.&lt;br /&gt;Christian music is to be directed towards God, not men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The way we raise money should not be to play upon emotion, bribery or deception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-3273412490866980446?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/3273412490866980446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/liberty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3273412490866980446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3273412490866980446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/liberty.html' title='Liberty'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-3118245740073074785</id><published>2009-07-07T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:47:13.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Smart People</title><content type='html'>Real smart people don’t need to advertise that they are smart, just like real good musicians don’t need to record.  Real smart people don’t need to join “Mensa” or have their IQ’s determined by  pseudo-scientists.  Real good musicians are confident in their abilities.  Their motive in recording is to make money.  That is what a musician does: makes money by making music for a living.&lt;br /&gt;Really righteous people don’t need to broadcast their righteousness any more than really together churches need to build big, impressive cathedrals.  All false religions will accentuate the visible.  All dying churches will launch huge, expensive, elaborate building programs.  It’s sort of like the creation of a casket for the purpose of housing the dead organization that is losing it’s ability to charm the people any further with it’s ostentatiousness.&lt;br /&gt;People use baptism, confession, doctrines, church buildings and privileges in order to capture others for their own ego gratification and wallets and even to impress the world.  “Look at the numbers of followers and members we have.  Look at our authority and power.  We are the gods of this section of the religious world.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-3118245740073074785?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/3118245740073074785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-smart-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3118245740073074785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/3118245740073074785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-smart-people.html' title='Real Smart People'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1994165452584751006</id><published>2009-07-07T20:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:46:23.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT is real?</title><content type='html'>Only  permanent things are real. Nothing material can remain.  All that is of the earth will burn.  God is the only reality there is.&lt;br /&gt;     Yet we see only traces of Him.&lt;br /&gt;     Isn’t it interesting that He which is most real seems the least real to us.  All other things seem most real while God seems non-existent.  How blind we all are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1994165452584751006?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1994165452584751006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1994165452584751006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1994165452584751006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-real.html' title='WHAT is real?'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4084289162012601647</id><published>2009-07-07T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:45:51.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farting in church</title><content type='html'>Sooner or later, we all fart in church. Sooner or later, we show up for the job interview with a booger visible in our nose. Sooner or later, we forget our best customer’s name. “Even the President of the United States must sometimes have to stand naked.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4084289162012601647?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4084289162012601647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/sooner-or-later-we-all-fart-in-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4084289162012601647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4084289162012601647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/sooner-or-later-we-all-fart-in-church.html' title='Farting in church'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1152487689123122973</id><published>2009-07-07T20:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:45:04.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real to the eyes of your heart</title><content type='html'>God can make Himself so real to the eyes of your heart that it will seem to others that you have gone wacky.  While those in the world who have never met God will openly scoff, there are some of His children who will scoff as well.&lt;br /&gt;     There are times when God seems so real to me that my insides feel like they are going to explode.  It is then that I feel most alive and thankful.  Such was this morning.&lt;br /&gt;     Against the backdrop of my conversation last night with an unbeliever, I felt so very thankful that I am no longer blind to His reality.  I went to bed last night literally groaning at this person’s state.  He is so blind it baffles me.  It is a blindness that saddens me greatly.  I was pouring out my feelings to God as I drifted off to sleep, burdened by his&lt;br /&gt;blindness.&lt;br /&gt;     And this morning I was so very thankful that God had given me so much: faith, a believing wife, a wonderful church, a great job, etc.&lt;br /&gt;     In the congregation this morning, I was surrounded by spontaneous worship.  This brought inexpressible joy to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;     As our Pastor spoke in encouragement of this spontaneity, my heart rejoiced even more.  How absolutely wonderful it is that God has blessed me so much to be included in this body of believers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1152487689123122973?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1152487689123122973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-to-eyes-of-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1152487689123122973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1152487689123122973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-to-eyes-of-your-heart.html' title='Real to the eyes of your heart'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-931559512301774506</id><published>2009-07-07T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:44:26.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This wealth by its nature</title><content type='html'>If God has put His joy and His peace in your heart, you have been entrusted with a great wealth.  This wealth-by its nature-carries with it an awesome responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;     But it is not the kind of responsibility that is a burden.  It’s not like a job. &lt;br /&gt;     God has asked you: “Do you want the awesome awareness of my presence?”  If your answer is “yes,” you will not be able to keep quiet about it.  People around you will sense His presence.  And you will become obsessed with the goodness and graciousness of God to the point where you will become a target.&lt;br /&gt;     If you have tasted the Lord and if you choose to seek His face, you will begin to see the outline of His face, so to speak.  It will reflect out from inside of you by means of your faith.  “Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-931559512301774506?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/931559512301774506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-wealth-by-its-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/931559512301774506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/931559512301774506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-wealth-by-its-nature.html' title='This wealth by its nature'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-2344374869912543314</id><published>2009-07-07T20:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:43:22.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An extra in a movie</title><content type='html'>About a year ago, a friend talked me into being an “extra”  in a movie that was partially filmed at a hotel in Desert Hot Springs.  I spend a whole day at the site.  They shot the same scenes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;     When I went to see the film, I saw nothing that was familiar.  It was&lt;br /&gt;all a waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;     Much of our life is just unused footage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-2344374869912543314?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/2344374869912543314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/extra-in-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2344374869912543314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2344374869912543314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/extra-in-movie.html' title='An extra in a movie'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-8545831892115891043</id><published>2009-07-07T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:42:18.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is war</title><content type='html'>Life is war.  No matter which level of life you look at, there is conflict.  Look inside the human body, there is massive warfare going on between the good cells and the bad ones and it never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is between buyers and sellers, capitalists or communists, retailers or wholesalers, borrowers or lenders, our economic existence is characterized by global warfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to the world of athletics or entertainment…same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the history section of your local library or bookstore and tell yourself what “history” is all about.  Probably 75% of the books will&lt;br /&gt;be about war between nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s no different in the realm of the spirit.  From the beginning of time, God and Satan have been at war.  We humans are a part of it and most of us aren’t even aware of it.  It’s just like the war going on in our bodies&lt;br /&gt;between the good and bad cells.  Without the invention of the microscope, most of us would never have come to believe in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul writes about this warfare in Ephesians 6.  Job wrote about it.  All of the Apostles refer to it.  Jesus referred to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our fundamental daily outlook and thought patterns don’t include war,&lt;br /&gt;there has to be some question about whether or not we’re living in the real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-8545831892115891043?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/8545831892115891043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8545831892115891043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/8545831892115891043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-war.html' title='Life is war'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4167025353796701507</id><published>2009-07-07T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:41:32.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is Our Eden</title><content type='html'>Jesus is Our Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This morning during breakfast, THE “Breakfast of Champions” was&lt;br /&gt;whispering sweet “everythings” in my ear; things I seem to constantly&lt;br /&gt;forget and need to be reminded of.  I thank God that He has committed&lt;br /&gt;Himself to the (in His eyes) the worthwhile project of being MY 24/7 REMINDER PERSON!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     In the first few verses of John 14, Jesus is talking about the fact&lt;br /&gt;that all of us are embraceable in Him.  There’s plenty of room for all&lt;br /&gt;of us.  We have a home in Christ; a place we can kick back in; a place&lt;br /&gt;to be comfortable in.  We can let down our hair in Him because He is&lt;br /&gt;our home.&lt;br /&gt;     People at home receive us as we are, even with all our faults.&lt;br /&gt;     There’s plenty of room in Christ for anyone and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;     We live in the throne room of God: the throne of Grace!&lt;br /&gt;     Jesus wasn’t talking to the “included” ones.  He was talking to the&lt;br /&gt;“excluded.”  He was speaking to the rejects, the disenfranchised, the&lt;br /&gt;homeless, the tired and weary and weak ones.  To the ones who didn’t&lt;br /&gt;measure up, Jesus was saying, “There’s a place for you NOW!”&lt;br /&gt;     It is the nature of God to always scoot over a bit, move some pillows&lt;br /&gt;and make room for us on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;     We don’t have to create a place for ourselves.  We don’t have to prepare a place for others.  By His grace, he does that for us and He does it perfectly-every second, every minute, hourly, daily.  We are never lost,&lt;br /&gt;never homeless. &lt;br /&gt;     Jesus IS the Father’s House (Eph. 1:3).&lt;br /&gt;     I can live in Him NOW!  There’s room enough for ME!  Just like I am!&lt;br /&gt;There’s no waiting room, no fee, no line.  His kingdom is NOW! &lt;br /&gt;     In the beginning, God created a dwelling place called the “Garden of&lt;br /&gt;Eden.”  Christ is Our Garden!  He is our place of rest and fruitfulness.&lt;br /&gt;He is the place of our provision.  There was only one unnecessary thing&lt;br /&gt;in man’s original dwelling place: the tree of forbidden fruit.  Likewise,&lt;br /&gt;there’s no place in this world system for me.  Now and forevermore, there&lt;br /&gt;is only one necessary thing: Christ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4167025353796701507?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4167025353796701507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/jesus-is-our-eden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4167025353796701507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4167025353796701507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/jesus-is-our-eden.html' title='Jesus is Our Eden'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-2625984249185497777</id><published>2009-07-07T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:00:07.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Idolatry: What it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I hear the word “idolatry,” I immediately think of&lt;br /&gt;people bowing down to statues of people or animals.  The&lt;br /&gt;word conjures up an image ofa mass of scantily clothed,&lt;br /&gt;third world people.  There is no doubt in my mind that I&lt;br /&gt;think of idolatry in these terms because Hollywood movies&lt;br /&gt; have consistently portrayed it this way.&lt;br /&gt;     As I have grown older, I have learned that reality is&lt;br /&gt;quite often very different than what is presented at the&lt;br /&gt;theatre, or on television.  I have often observed that words&lt;br /&gt;get redefined if they are too uncomfortable for us.  I suspect&lt;br /&gt;that the words “idolatry” and the phrase “idol worshipper”&lt;br /&gt;are uncomfortable for most of us.  We don’t like to think of&lt;br /&gt;ourselves in this way, perhaps.  Upon closer examination,&lt;br /&gt;I think we can see that a good case can be made to support&lt;br /&gt;the idea that we are all idolaters, or idol worshippers.&lt;br /&gt;     First of all, I think we have to look at the definitions&lt;br /&gt;of the words and make sure we understand what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;     According to Webster’s dictionary, “worship” is clearly&lt;br /&gt;defined as “to adore or venerate as a deity.”  Furthermore,&lt;br /&gt;to worship means, “ to have intense love or admiration for.” &lt;br /&gt;In other words, whatever occupies our time and attention is&lt;br /&gt;what we worship.  Whatever we love with a strong intensity&lt;br /&gt;becomes a god to us.  What we live for is what we worship. &lt;br /&gt;What we think about is what is most important to us.  Worship,&lt;br /&gt;therefore, becomes something that occurs in our thought life.&lt;br /&gt;Worship is an approach to something that we feel is so&lt;br /&gt;important that we think about it all the time, reverence it,&lt;br /&gt;cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;     Now it is easy to see that there are some things that are not&lt;br /&gt;worthwhile for us to think about all the time.  Some things&lt;br /&gt;should not be worshipped because they are not worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking about something that is unhealthy becomes an act of&lt;br /&gt;worship when it becomes excessive.&lt;br /&gt;But it is not the unhealthy aspect of that thing that makes it&lt;br /&gt;worship. People can become obsessed with golf just as easily&lt;br /&gt;as they can about drugs.  If you worship pleasure, golf and drugs&lt;br /&gt;can both be the idols in your life, but drugs will kill you a lot faster.&lt;br /&gt;      I don’t want to pick on golfers or drug-addicted people.&lt;br /&gt;I just want us to see that the golfer and the drug-addicted&lt;br /&gt;person are both worshipping the same god: pleasure.  And&lt;br /&gt;both of these obsessions can be defined as idolatrous pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;     Webster defines “Idolatry” as “excessive devotion to or&lt;br /&gt;reverence for some person or thing.” Whomever or whatever&lt;br /&gt;we think about all the time is what we worship.  Almost anything&lt;br /&gt; can be an idol.  Your church can be an idol.  Your marriage can&lt;br /&gt;be an idol.  Your family can be an idol. Football can be your idol. &lt;br /&gt;Music has occupied the lives of many people as an idol.  Political&lt;br /&gt;parties have enslaved many.  Knitting can be be an idol. &lt;br /&gt;Television can be an idol.  Animal husbandry, books, tools, fishing,&lt;br /&gt;tennis, can be idols.&lt;br /&gt;     The question has to be asked: are any of these hobbies,&lt;br /&gt;occupations or organizations worthy of being placed at the&lt;br /&gt;center of our lives?  Did God create us and the world we live&lt;br /&gt;in so that He could be ignored at the expense of all the idols in&lt;br /&gt;our lives?  Furthermore, is God someone that is worthy of just as&lt;br /&gt;much attention as our favorite idol?  When thousands of people find&lt;br /&gt;occasion to cheer on their favorite football team on Superbowl Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;is God worthy of at least some of that attention?&lt;br /&gt;     The most common idol I’ve seen is Self.  Man has put himself at&lt;br /&gt;the center of everything, has he not?  God has been dethroned and&lt;br /&gt;man has put himself in the place of God, has he not?  Could this be&lt;br /&gt;why our world is so quickly unraveling?  Could this idolatry of self&lt;br /&gt;be the root cause of all of the violence we hear and read about? &lt;br /&gt;Could God perhaps be a more worthwhile person to center our&lt;br /&gt;lives around?  Could He be the one who deserves our attention&lt;br /&gt;and time? Could it be that He is allowing our world to crumble&lt;br /&gt;because He, not us,  nor any of our idols, should be what we are&lt;br /&gt;centering our lives around?  Could He be allowing the destruction&lt;br /&gt;of our institutions because He wants to get our attention?  Last of&lt;br /&gt;all, could it be that we can’t find the peace of mind and stability of&lt;br /&gt;life that our hearts hunger for because we are guilty of idolatry?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we have been worshipping the wrong God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-2625984249185497777?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/2625984249185497777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/idolatry-what-it-is-when-i-hear-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2625984249185497777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/2625984249185497777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/idolatry-what-it-is-when-i-hear-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1979526081801928077</id><published>2009-07-07T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:52:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Cannon</title><content type='html'>The new believer is just recently a sighted person.&lt;br /&gt; Years of blindness have kept the new babe from&lt;br /&gt;clearly seeing spiritual realities. As soon as the&lt;br /&gt;eyes of the heart are open, a period of time must&lt;br /&gt;elapse in which everyone around them must endure&lt;br /&gt;while their eyes adjust to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk into any lighted room from a dark place and&lt;br /&gt;you’ll see what I mean.  Sometimes we have to&lt;br /&gt; take the sleep specs out of the corners of their&lt;br /&gt;eyes. Is the best preparation for this task is to&lt;br /&gt;bring in the water cannon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1979526081801928077?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1979526081801928077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-cannon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1979526081801928077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1979526081801928077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-cannon.html' title='Water Cannon'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4134535771674895517</id><published>2009-07-07T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:34:50.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Cannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;     The new believer is just recently a sighted person.  Years of blindness have kept the new babe from clearly seeing spiritual realities.  As soon as the eyes of the heart are open, a period of time must elapse in which everyone around them must endure while their eyes adjust to the light. Walk into any lighted room from a dark place and you’ll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes we have to take the sleep specs out of the corners of their&lt;br /&gt;eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Is the best preparation for this task is to bring in the water cannon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41366000/jpg/_41366578_cannon_ap416.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/4743364.stm&amp;amp;usg=__ze2B18_0ZzSV_tqUmf46h0X9pHY=&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=416&amp;amp;sz=43&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;tbnid=OpLEZzxv8-AweM:&amp;amp;tbnh=90&amp;amp;tbnw=125&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwater%2Bcannon%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41366000/jpg/_41366578_cannon_ap416.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_pictures/4743364.stm&amp;amp;usg=__ze2B18_0ZzSV_tqUmf46h0X9pHY=&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=416&amp;amp;sz=43&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;tbnid=OpLEZzxv8-AweM:&amp;amp;tbnh=90&amp;amp;tbnw=125&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwater%2Bcannon%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4134535771674895517?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4134535771674895517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-cannon_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4134535771674895517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4134535771674895517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/water-cannon_07.html' title='Water Cannon'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-4303310775208510084</id><published>2009-07-07T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:21:54.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inner Flood</title><content type='html'>Climbed up high on top of wooden outdoor patio rafters at the Cedar Creek Inn.  We’re installing some sunbrella covers.  Scared me today and 2 days ago when I went through some kind of panic attack or vertigo.  Started to feel the same thing coming on today but heard God say to me that he’s got the whole world hanging on nothing but His will.  I thought to myself that if I could trust God to keep me from falling off the Earth then I should be able to trust Him to keep me from falling off the rafters.  Confidence in God flowed into me-and God’s peace was an inner flood.  I was able to do my job and spread the fabric, cut and staple it while I was 30 feet up in the air with my knees on two rafters.  Fear left me in a hurry and did not return.  God was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-4303310775208510084?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/4303310775208510084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/inner-flood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4303310775208510084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/4303310775208510084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/inner-flood.html' title='An Inner Flood'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-693807791643646096</id><published>2009-07-07T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:20:37.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untethered to Reason</title><content type='html'>In the great coloring book of life, it might be refreshing to paint the mysteries with many colors. Solving all problems can become an obsession for us Westerners. The reducing of everything to scientific or mathematical formulas can sometimes be a huge mistake. We should let some of our birds out to fly around untethered to reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-693807791643646096?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/693807791643646096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/untethered-to-reason.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/693807791643646096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/693807791643646096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/07/untethered-to-reason.html' title='Untethered to Reason'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538402689659453617.post-1927340503246630763</id><published>2009-05-03T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:04:01.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be about time I did this</title><content type='html'>Don't Go Down To Mexico&lt;br /&gt;By Ron Bock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go to the grocery store                                   &lt;br /&gt;Might get some kind of pig flu            &lt;br /&gt;Don't go too near the window&lt;br /&gt;They might start shooting at you                      &lt;br /&gt;Don't stay at home in the dark               &lt;br /&gt;You might just have a bad fall&lt;br /&gt;Don't do anything ever                             &lt;br /&gt;Don't think about this at all                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare answer the phone  &lt;br /&gt;Might be someone you might owe               &lt;br /&gt;Don't you go to the doctor  &lt;br /&gt;Don’t go to the movie show  &lt;br /&gt;Feed your dog a doggie treat  &lt;br /&gt;She may jump up and bite you  &lt;br /&gt;Smile at people you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Might make them want to fight you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere there are people who want to meet you&lt;br /&gt;They’ll talk very nice, but they just want to eat you&lt;br /&gt;Wear your face mask at all times&lt;br /&gt;Avoid the crowds, stay out of long lines&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world is coming&lt;br /&gt;Don’t just stand there, better start running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go down to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wear red in the daytime&lt;br /&gt;Don’t drive an expensive car&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stay up past your bedtime&lt;br /&gt;Don’t eat food in restaurants&lt;br /&gt;Might get sick, might get the trots&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you meet people online&lt;br /&gt;Stay far from the borderline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere there are people who want to meet you&lt;br /&gt;They’ll talk very nice, but they just want to eat you&lt;br /&gt;Wear your face mask at all times&lt;br /&gt;Avoid the crowds, stay out of long lines&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world is coming&lt;br /&gt;Don’t just stand there, better start running&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538402689659453617-1927340503246630763?l=sowthankful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/feeds/1927340503246630763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-must-be-about-time-i-did-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1927340503246630763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538402689659453617/posts/default/1927340503246630763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sowthankful.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-must-be-about-time-i-did-this.html' title='It must be about time I did this'/><author><name>Ron Bock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652460630737848976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Q7Rp2_buck/TQw9xARhZkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xjf0JVNQLiE/S220/Ron%2BOct%2B2010%2B018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
