<?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-24676515</id><updated>2012-02-10T09:22:03.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Ear</title><subtitle type='html'>The Christian Ear is a forum for discussing and listening to the voice of today&amp;#39;s church.

The Lord spoke to churches,“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.” Rev 2&amp;amp;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1537</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-5049293393644761557</id><published>2012-02-10T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T05:48:03.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhetoric</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;According to Webster’s one of the definitions for rhetoric is, “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;the study of writing or speaking as a means
of communication or persuasion.”&lt;/i&gt; On the political landscape there are plenty
of examples of rhetoric as candidates use their words to persuade voters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Preachers too are said to use rhetoric in their sermon as they present
the Sunday message. I find these modern day examples interesting and in stark
contrast to Paul’s manner of communication. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“My
message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a
demonstration of the Spirit’s power, &lt;a href="" name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so that your faith might not
rest on men’s wisdom, but on God’s power.”&lt;/i&gt; (1 Cor 2:4-5 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-5049293393644761557?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/5049293393644761557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=5049293393644761557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5049293393644761557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5049293393644761557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/02/rhetoric.html' title='Rhetoric'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-1038727438267218425</id><published>2012-02-09T05:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T05:45:51.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Suggestion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In one of my on-line classes the Professor gave an audio instruction
for her class. After one set of requirements I was put on notice when she said,
&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“This is not a suggestion.” &lt;/i&gt;Although
she spoke in a calm voice, her statement registered in &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bold&lt;/b&gt;, CAPS and &lt;u&gt;underlined&lt;/u&gt;. I’m wondering if many of us are
lackadaisical when reading the words of Jesus and we simply take them as a
suggestion. It’s entirely possible that those red-letter editions of the Bible
are trying to tell us that the words of Jesus are not just a suggestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-1038727438267218425?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/1038727438267218425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=1038727438267218425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1038727438267218425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1038727438267218425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-suggestion.html' title='Just a Suggestion'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-1560083939562390858</id><published>2012-02-08T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T06:21:02.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;President Obama continues to want the wealthiest Americans to pay more in
taxes. In a recent speech he asked the nation to think about the less
fortunate, the middle class, and he brought Jesus into the issue saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“What would Jesus do?”&lt;/i&gt; I had to laugh.
Jesus didn’t make a class distinction when he was asked about paying taxes. He
simply said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…give to Caesar what is
Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s.”&lt;/i&gt; (Luke 20:25b NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-1560083939562390858?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/1560083939562390858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=1560083939562390858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1560083939562390858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1560083939562390858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/02/wwjd.html' title='WWJD'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-3744687321596444472</id><published>2012-02-07T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T05:51:07.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In order to re-run for the upcoming City Council election I had to get
25 signatures on my petition. Naturally I asked many fellow believers to sign because
they already know me personally. A friend of over 30 years half-jokingly said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I don’t know if I want to sign your
petition or not. I think you’ll understand this…what I really want is to have
my friend back.”&lt;/i&gt; I do understand. Since getting into the political arena my
area of influence has drastically changed. I no longer teach classes, attend multiple
Bible studies or participate in women’s ministries and I do miss the former
closeness of friends. I’m now thinking about the family and friends of Jesus as
they watched Him leave his former life to begin His ministry. Even knowing
Jesus was doing the will of the Father didn’t stop them from thinking, ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;We just want our friend back.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-3744687321596444472?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/3744687321596444472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=3744687321596444472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3744687321596444472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3744687321596444472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/02/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-255995789768788884</id><published>2012-02-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T05:59:10.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Voice in the Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have a friend who is in enrolled in a business class and one of the
requirements is learning to do a blog. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“We're
&lt;/i&gt;[supposed] &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;to narrow it down to a
directed group and have something that we are passionate about…I don't really consider
myself qualified to give advice…on any particular subject.”&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It’s
interesting that most of us feel unqualified and yet we have the Spirit of the
living God within us who gives us our credentials. John the Baptist was simply
a voice in the wilderness and yet he prepared the way and made straight paths
for the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-255995789768788884?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/255995789768788884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=255995789768788884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/255995789768788884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/255995789768788884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/02/voice-in-wilderness.html' title='A Voice in the Wilderness'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2154673903748678891</id><published>2012-02-03T05:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T05:44:19.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addressee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I hate it when I send out an email that, rather than going to the
intended recipient, goes to someone else.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Normally what I’ve written is not damaging, but once in awhile my
tongue-in-cheek comments can feel more like foot-in-mouth. When I pray I sometimes
wonder if I don’t inadvertently blind copy Satan. For instance if I tell the
Lord about my financial worries is Satan privy to the prayer and does he think,
&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘Well OK now…if she’s worried about
finances let’s see what I can to help her add to those worries.’&lt;/i&gt; Maybe I
need to start using the caveat, CONFIDENTIAL – For the Lord’s Ears Only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2154673903748678891?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2154673903748678891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2154673903748678891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2154673903748678891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2154673903748678891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/02/addressee.html' title='Addressee'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-7841941623131438896</id><published>2012-02-02T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T05:53:47.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratuity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When I was in the metro area I took a couple of family members to
dinner. Our waiter, who was of middle-eastern origin, wasn’t quite up to par as
waiters go and it crossed my mind that he might be fairly new to America. To
pay the bill I put cash in the card holder which was picked up by the waiter. However
my cousin insisted on leaving the tip, which he placed on the table. It wasn’t
long before the waiter returned and stiffly informed me that there was no tip
in the card holder. I was a little taken back and pointed to the tip on the
table, then picked it up and handed it to him. On the way out of the restaurant
we did speak to the manager about the unprofessionalism of the waiter and
hopefully the young man will be enlightened about the difference between wages
and gratuity. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…The worker deserves his
wages.” &lt;/i&gt;(1 Tim 5:18b NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-7841941623131438896?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/7841941623131438896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=7841941623131438896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7841941623131438896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7841941623131438896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/02/gratuity.html' title='Gratuity'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2199450037777812584</id><published>2012-02-01T05:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T05:47:45.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I will again be running for City Council in the April election.
Yesterday the newspaper called me for an interview and the reporter wanted to
know my thoughts on the current Council and how it has been observed that we
don’t always get along well with one another. My response was, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“We’re not elected to get along, but rather
to set good policy and make good decisions.”&lt;/i&gt; Believers too are not immune
from feeling we must get along with others at all costs. Jesus makes it clear
where He stands, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Do not suppose that I
have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a
sword.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="" name="36"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;(Matt 10:34 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2199450037777812584?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2199450037777812584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2199450037777812584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2199450037777812584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2199450037777812584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/02/elected.html' title='Elected'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-696167206519098733</id><published>2012-01-31T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T05:48:37.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;John the Baptist was not one to mince words and in the account of the
Pharisees and Sadducees who came to where he was baptizing, John said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee
from the coming wrath?”&lt;/i&gt; (Matt 3:7; Luke 3:7 NIV) I’m intrigued by John’s
question. Maybe John had a touch of Jonah running through his veins and he wanted
the Pharisees and Sadducees to endure wrath.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Was his question in jest, or did John really want to know who among the
disciples was brave enough to give a warning to the Pharisees and Sadducees? As
a believer it seems like it’s our responsibility to warn people about the
coming wrath…and that their only salvation comes by way of fleeing to the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-696167206519098733?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/696167206519098733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=696167206519098733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/696167206519098733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/696167206519098733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-720871781464105272</id><published>2012-01-30T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T05:49:12.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pat Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Recently I listened to a presentation on Hospice, where speaking to a
largely secular audience about death, the presenter said&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;, “There really are no pat answers on why people die.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Knowing that the speaker is a person of faith
I wondered how difficult it must be for her to talk generically about death. For
the believer we need only go to Scripture to find the pat answer for death. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift
of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”&lt;/i&gt; (Romans 6:23 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-720871781464105272?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/720871781464105272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=720871781464105272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/720871781464105272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/720871781464105272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-pat-answers.html' title='No Pat Answers'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4333425224499480225</id><published>2012-01-27T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:56:37.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip-Flop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Whether it’s in the family, at work or in the community it can be
maddening when people do a flip-flop and go 90 degrees in a different
direction. Certainly as we gather information or see things from a different
angle we have the right to change our mind. However we need go no farther than
the political landscape to see candidates jumping from one platform to another
with little or no thought to their previous commitment. Sadly the church is not
immune to this scenario. I’m thinking about the person who confesses Jesus as
his Lord and Savior, makes the good confession and then flip-flops. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“It would have been better for them not to
have known the way of righteousness, than to have known it and then to turn
their backs on the sacred command that was passed on to them.”&lt;/i&gt; (2 Peter
2:21 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4333425224499480225?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4333425224499480225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4333425224499480225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4333425224499480225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4333425224499480225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/flip-flop.html' title='Flip-Flop'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-5299773696896796386</id><published>2012-01-26T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:10:23.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I was intrigued when I recently heard a speaker mention scary
Scriptures in the Bible. I’m wondering if, similar to losing our fear of God,
some of us have also lost our fear of Scripture. Personally speaking I don’t usually
focus on the consequences of a passage when I’m already obedient to its
instruction. One of my picks for a scary Scripture is, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against
the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to
Christ.”&lt;/i&gt; (2 Cor 10:5 NIV) I think do pretty well at taking my thoughts
captive. However keeping them captive and then making them obedient to Christ
is another thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-5299773696896796386?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/5299773696896796386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=5299773696896796386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5299773696896796386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5299773696896796386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/fear-of-lord.html' title='Fear of the Lord'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-592791011442548487</id><published>2012-01-25T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T06:17:35.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Many of us struggle with our weight. One minute we’ll reward ourselves
with a dognut and then the next we are saddled with guilt for bowing to
temptation. I both love and hate Paul’s thought process as he sends me back to
reflect on the moment of indulgence. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“What
benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of?”&lt;/i&gt;
(Romans 6:21a NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-592791011442548487?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/592791011442548487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=592791011442548487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/592791011442548487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/592791011442548487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/indulgence.html' title='Indulgence'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8464792140710282169</id><published>2012-01-24T06:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:50:36.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed Folly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As the political landscape heats up, so does the rumor mill. There is an
undeniable wickedness in men who perpetrate lies about others and Paul
describes men who oppose the truth as having depraved minds. What’s aggravating
is that once a lie starts making the rounds it’s almost impossible to get the
truth out. However I’ve just found some comfort in the account of Jannes and
Jambres, two men who opposed Moses. It’s reassuring to know that sometimes
we’re simply dealing with folly and that others can see it clearly for what it
is. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“But they will not get very far
because, as in the case of those men, their folly will be clear to everyone.”&lt;/i&gt;
(1 Tim 3:9 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8464792140710282169?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8464792140710282169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8464792140710282169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8464792140710282169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8464792140710282169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/exposed-folly.html' title='Exposed Folly'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-723840996811622874</id><published>2012-01-23T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:32:27.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geriatric Seeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;One of the visitors at church yesterday is a nurse I’ve known for many
years who just happens to work in the nursing home where my mom is a resident.
Not feeling totally connected in her current church, the visitor and her
husband came to our worship service hoping to feel comfortable and get re-connected.
We greeted one another and taking a seat next to mine she shared her struggle
with knowing she needed to visit our church. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Boy, the Lord just won’t let it go. He’s really been working on me to
come here…and so has your mom!”&lt;/i&gt; It’s interesting that whether you are an
evangelist like the Apostle Paul or an elderly nursing home resident, kingdom
work on earth is never done. You can still sow seeds of invitation that produce
fruit. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“For to me, to live is Christ and
to die is gain. &lt;a href="" name="25"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I am to go on living in the body, this will
mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not know! &lt;a href="" name="26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I
am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better
by far; &lt;a href="" name="27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the
body.”&lt;/i&gt; (Philippians 2:21-23 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-723840996811622874?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/723840996811622874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=723840996811622874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/723840996811622874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/723840996811622874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/geriatric-seeds.html' title='Geriatric Seeds'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-9062741768077609614</id><published>2012-01-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:22:40.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unashamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;For a church newsletter I interviewed a woman in her mid 60’s who in
her teens had a child out of wedlock. Being sensitive to the situation I
tentatively asked her if I could include that part of her life in the story.
She laughed, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Oh yes! God already knows
about it and I’m not ashamed of it.”&lt;/i&gt; I love her attitude and the example
she is setting. Many of us allow pride to keep us from acknowledging
shortcomings, missteps and the sin in our lives…and yet God already knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-9062741768077609614?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/9062741768077609614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=9062741768077609614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/9062741768077609614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/9062741768077609614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/unashamed.html' title='Unashamed'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-7691682253324049269</id><published>2012-01-19T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T05:48:44.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shipwrecked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The accounts we are hearing from the recent shipwreck &lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;near Giglio off the coast of Tuscany &lt;/span&gt;really causes
me to pause. It’s hard to understand why the crew did not sound a warning, but
rather encouraged passengers to stay calm and stay on board. Paul sounds the
alarm for us to fight the good fight, holding on to faith and a good
conscience, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…Some have rejected these
and so have shipwrecked their faith.”&lt;/i&gt; (1Tim 1:19b NIV) I’m now picturing
our luxury cruise ship Faith being run aground on the rocks. She is lying on
her side and taking on water. The wreckage doesn’t look repairable and salvage
will be a long process. And to think the shipwreck of Faith could have been
avoided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-7691682253324049269?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/7691682253324049269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=7691682253324049269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7691682253324049269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7691682253324049269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/shipwrecked.html' title='Shipwrecked'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-6298405496548815252</id><published>2012-01-18T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:18:32.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I’m attending a 10 week Citizen’s Academy whose focus is on our local
Police Department. At our last meeting I was struck by the fact that a murderer
can eventually serve his time and be released from prison, but a sex offender
has to report either quarterly or yearly and forever will be listed on the sex
offender list. Don’t get me wrong, I think we all feel more comfortable knowing
if there is a convicted felon in the neighborhood, be it murdered or sex
offender. On a spiritual level, if it weren’t for repentance and forgiveness
through Christ, we too would be on the lifetime sinner offender list. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“This righteousness from God comes through
faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference, &lt;a href="" name="26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for
all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,…”&lt;/i&gt; (Ro 3:22-23 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-6298405496548815252?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/6298405496548815252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=6298405496548815252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6298405496548815252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6298405496548815252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-sentence.html' title='Life Sentence'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2615349172698499515</id><published>2012-01-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:25:41.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Recently a relative of mine had a lottery scratch ticket and because of
the confusing instructions she thought she was a winner. Even knowing that she
might be mistaken didn’t stop her from mentally spending the $27,000 jackpot. It’s
interesting that even with our minds on spiritual things we are not immune to such
dreams. If we suspected we were in line for a windfall maybe we would pay off
the church mortgage, fully fund an orphanage or support a Bible college. We could
convince ourselves that we were giving back to God, but I wonder if
subconsciously there is an appeal to put ourselves in the place of God by
meeting the needs of others. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Look at the
birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your
heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”&lt;/i&gt;
(Matt 6:26 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2615349172698499515?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2615349172698499515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2615349172698499515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2615349172698499515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2615349172698499515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/counting-chickens.html' title='Counting Chickens'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8816915992103453382</id><published>2012-01-16T05:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T05:53:55.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewpoint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I watched the movie &lt;u&gt;Vantage Point&lt;/u&gt; and throughout the entire
drama the only two constants were the shooting of an American President and a
bomb being detonated in a plaza. Other than the two foundational events, the
movie changed the point of view from one character to another. At the end of
each character’s segment you understand what they saw and felt for that moment
in time...and that things weren’t always what they appeared to be. I found
myself anticipating how each new point of view would differ from that of the
others. The story and plot was a good reminder to me that it is God who is
omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent ...and I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8816915992103453382?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8816915992103453382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8816915992103453382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8816915992103453382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8816915992103453382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/viewpoint.html' title='Viewpoint'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-7319309686891007648</id><published>2012-01-13T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T05:46:22.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Décor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Prints of the Last Supper or Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane often
adorned the walls of the homes of our parents and grandparents. When our loved
ones pass away we find ourselves in a dilemma of what to do with their
religious wall hangings. The prints may be worn, faded and soiled with age, but
we just can’t bring ourselves to throw Jesus in the trash or send Him to the
Salvation Army. Such items are often gifted to the church and then the church
struggles with what to do with them while also trying to avoid hurting the
donor’s feelings. As believers we give gifts to the Lord, but are they worn,
faded and soiled, or are they items that we would hang in our own home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-7319309686891007648?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/7319309686891007648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=7319309686891007648&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7319309686891007648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7319309686891007648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-decor.html' title='Home Décor'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-3362946171030540991</id><published>2012-01-12T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:30:40.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;While driving early one morning the traffic was sparse and I was behind
a car that was creeping up to a red light. Apparently the driver was trying to
arrive at the light just as it turned green so that he wouldn’t have to stop. I
chuckled when he had to chicken out and tap his breaks because his timing was
off. We believers play a similar game with God. We manipulate our timing in
hopes that it will be God’s timing and He’ll give us a green light. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”&lt;/i&gt;
(Isaiah 55:9 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-3362946171030540991?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/3362946171030540991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=3362946171030540991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3362946171030540991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3362946171030540991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/green-light.html' title='Green Light'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-5683599343813972639</id><published>2012-01-11T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:50:02.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Many years ago my husband gave me a Christmas gift of a ream of
expensive personalized paper and envelopes. The printing is in script and the
letterhead not only has my name and address, but it also includes my phone number.
I’ve been so selective about using the stationary only for important
correspondence, that here I am 30 years later with envelopes that are yellowing
and letterhead with a telephone area code that no longer applies. Spiritually
speaking I’m wondering how many of us have personalized gifts from God that
we’ve kept sitting on a shelf collecting dust and turning yellow with age because
we’re saving them for just the right occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-5683599343813972639?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/5683599343813972639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=5683599343813972639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5683599343813972639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5683599343813972639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/personalized.html' title='Personalized'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4612122431492044720</id><published>2012-01-10T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T05:44:43.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Years ago my in-laws owned two Siamese cats; they also had a friend who
detested cats. Whenever Darlene came to visit the cats would look up at her
with adoring eyes, rub up against her leg and caress her with their swaying
tails. There is no doubt in my mind that the cats knew they weren’t liked and
they were deliberately trying to aggravate Darlene. I found the encounters
humorous because, quite honestly I wasn’t invested in the cats, nor was Darlene
my favorite person. I now have a Christian friend who reminds me of those cats.
She floats in and out of my life on a regular basis, is high maintenance and
irritates me beyond belief. I just know God is laughing at my discomfort and
forced tolerance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4612122431492044720?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4612122431492044720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4612122431492044720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4612122431492044720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4612122431492044720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4746735659081574959</id><published>2012-01-09T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T05:55:24.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewards for Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Recently an editorial in our newspaper paper referenced the lack of
candidates willing to run for local public office. They highlighted part of the
problem stating, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Admittedly, running for
and serving in public office is not a game for the weak at heart or those who
lack commitment.”&lt;/i&gt; I had to laugh because the same organizations that encourage
a person to be civic minded and become a candidate are the ones that then use the
elected official for target practice. In the church we too have elections for
elders and deacons and I could say the same thing of these candidates. However after
the election there is a startling difference between the treatment of those
serving in public office compared to those serving in the church. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;“&lt;/sup&gt;The elders who direct the
affairs of the church well are worthy of double honor, especially those whose
work is preaching and teaching.&lt;a href="" name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="" name="20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;” &lt;/i&gt;(1 Tim 5:17
NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4746735659081574959?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4746735659081574959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4746735659081574959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4746735659081574959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4746735659081574959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/rewards-for-service.html' title='Rewards for Service'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-7705437187118464262</id><published>2012-01-06T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:18:11.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When a fellow believer didn’t like the way I approached a particular
situation she personally took me to task saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I am disappointed in what you have done…I decided that you were
working against me.”&lt;/i&gt; Most opinionated people believe they are always right
and if you don’t agree with them, then you are the one who must be wrong. Columnist
Marilyn vos Savant had an interesting observation; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…people get freaked out by the notion of being wrong about anything.
If you can be wrong about this or that, what about all the other stuff you
think you know?”&lt;/i&gt; I think about Saul of Tarsus after he encountered the Lord
on the road to Damascus and discovered he was wrong in persecuting those who
belonged to the Way. No doubt it was humbling for Saul to be shown the error of
his ways, but I can’t imagine how disconcerting it was for him to then question
the other stuff he thought he knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-7705437187118464262?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/7705437187118464262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=7705437187118464262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7705437187118464262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7705437187118464262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/always-right.html' title='Always Right'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4912776582291268464</id><published>2012-01-05T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:48:35.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Willing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Every once in a while a situation will come up where I’ll come hear
someone say, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘I have to pray about it and
see if it’s what the Lord wants me to do’.&lt;/i&gt; While there is something to be
said about waiting on the Lord for His direction, the flip side would be those
who say they are going to do such and such, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘The
Lord willing.’&lt;/i&gt; With the Spirit living within us, I’ve been contemplating
which position He finds more challenging – that of motivating the believer into
action or that of stopping them when they are headed the wrong direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4912776582291268464?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4912776582291268464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4912776582291268464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4912776582291268464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4912776582291268464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/lord-willing.html' title='Lord Willing'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2748515456850307838</id><published>2012-01-04T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:28:05.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring ’em on Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The marquee sign on a local financial investment company reads&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;, “Don’t keep up with the Joneses, drag them
down to your level.”&lt;/i&gt; I can’t totally put my finger on it, but I’m having an
adverse reaction to this message. No doubt there is supposed to be an
investment connection as well as some humor in the message, but I just don’t
get it. I can however, see that the church is not immune to such thoughts. The
disciples were indignant with the sons of Zebedee for asking for positions of
honor to sit at the right and the left hand of Jesus in his kingdom. Jesus
responded to the ten, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…whoever wants to
become great among you must be your servant, &lt;a href="" name="30"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and whoever wants
to be first must be your slave…”&lt;/i&gt; (Matt 20:26b-27 NIV) Most believers don’t
have much trouble lifting up the weak and serving the downtrodden, but when
someone in our midst thinks they’re superior, being their servant is the
farthest thing from our mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2748515456850307838?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2748515456850307838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2748515456850307838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2748515456850307838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2748515456850307838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/bring-em-on-down.html' title='Bring ’em on Down'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-7514587381040071241</id><published>2012-01-03T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T06:21:13.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impregnable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;On the corner of our
property we have three large golden-tipped arborvitae shrubs growing closely
together. In the summer I hate to trim them because they sting and are loaded
with spiders and cobwebs. In the winter when they are covered deep with snow
they appear to be one large rolling mound of dirt. I came home from the store
last week and found two middle school boys with their sleds having a grand time
using my arborvitaes as a ramp, while a third boy was poking his head up
through the dense branches. I sent them packing and now I’ll have to wait until
spring to see how much damage was done to my flattened shrubs. We don’t always
know why kids do the things they do, but after some thought I realized that
these boys had their armor on. They were so well dressed and protected for
their winter sledding that a romp through the prickly bushes didn’t faze them
in the least. I’m thinking that’s the same way I should be feeling when I put
on the Full Armor of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-7514587381040071241?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/7514587381040071241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=7514587381040071241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7514587381040071241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7514587381040071241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/impregnable.html' title='Impregnable'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2681554390138074594</id><published>2012-01-02T05:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:59:58.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You See What I See</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;On January 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; the media always does a look back over what
they consider to be the big events of the year. Usually the stories revolve
around tragedy, scandal and political gamesmanship…or lack thereof. As
individuals we too can fall into the same trap by mentally highlighting the past
year’s losses and failures. However Paul reminds me of the importance of putting
on spiritual glasses when I look back on 2011. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;“&lt;/sup&gt;We ought always to thank God for you, brothers, and rightly
so, because your faith is growing more and more, and the love every one of you
has for each other is increasing.”&lt;/i&gt; (2 Thessalonians 1:3 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2681554390138074594?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2681554390138074594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2681554390138074594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2681554390138074594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2681554390138074594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-you-see-what-i-see.html' title='Do You See What I See'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-478467263546146760</id><published>2011-12-30T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T06:34:28.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handcrafted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My husband is learning wood turning on his lathe and he describes one
of his projects as a bowl that turned into a plate and wound up being a
toothpick holder. His most recent creation is a vase that swapped ends when a
chunk of wood fell out of the base and the bottom became the top. I wonder if
God has some of the same issues with us when we’re on the Potter’s wheel. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…Shall what is formed say to him who formed
it, ‘Why did you make me like this?&lt;a href="" name="22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does not the potter have the
right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for noble purposes and
some for common use?”&lt;/i&gt; (Ro 9:20b-21 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-478467263546146760?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/478467263546146760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=478467263546146760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/478467263546146760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/478467263546146760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/handcrafted.html' title='Handcrafted'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8201554967715460996</id><published>2011-12-29T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T05:47:09.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing Through Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Generally speaking
most of us hope to be an example to others around us, but I’m wondering if we
sometimes underestimate our simple physical presence. As Paul &amp;amp; Company,
(276 men in all) were about to be shipwrecked an angel appeared to Paul and
said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…God has graciously given you the
lives of all who sail with you.”&lt;/i&gt; (Acts 27:24b NIV) Putting myself in Paul’s
place I’m trying to wrap my head around God giving me the lives of those with
whom I work, or volunteer and serve with. I wonder how many lives may have been
saved during war or terrorists attacks simply because there was one God-fearing
man or woman who kept their courage and faith in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8201554967715460996?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8201554967715460996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8201554967715460996&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8201554967715460996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8201554967715460996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/sailing-through-life.html' title='Sailing Through Life'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-5431858891896798893</id><published>2011-12-28T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T05:49:04.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In subfreezing weather I took Charlie the dog for a walk and I used
considerable caution because the sidewalks were snow packed and ice crusted.
When I heard someone approaching quickly from behind I stopped and pulled
Charlie off to the side so they could go around us. Breezing past me was a man
on a unicycle with a dog leash in each hand tethered to two medium sized dogs. The
acrobat had to wait for a few seconds at the crosswalk for cars to pass, all
the while peddling backwards and forwards to keep his balance. There was
absolutely nothing about this picture that made any sense to me…until I applied
it to our work in the church. At one time or another we’ve all tried to juggle
multiple ministries - sometimes we’re successful, sometimes we’re not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-5431858891896798893?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/5431858891896798893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=5431858891896798893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5431858891896798893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5431858891896798893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/balancing-act.html' title='Balancing Act'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2150883444364301961</id><published>2011-12-27T05:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T05:44:54.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza for Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The other day I was eating breakfast at Denny’s when a family with two
rag-a-muffins sat in the booth behind. The children were in the 3 – 5 year old
age group and from the conversation it sounded as though the family might be
staying in the motel next door. The children wanted pizza for breakfast and the
mother put her foot down. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“You’ve had
piazza three days in a row. You need to eat more healthy. How about pancakes or
fruit and yogurt?” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The children dug
in their heels, incorporated tears with their protest and then mom relented and
let them order pizza with hot chocolate. Although it’s not a laughing matter, I
can’t help but see shades of God’s people in the character of those children.
We too have been known to dig in our heels, and mingle our wishes with tears
and sometimes God lets us have our way…even if it’s not in our best interest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2150883444364301961?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2150883444364301961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2150883444364301961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2150883444364301961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2150883444364301961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/pizza-for-breakfast.html' title='Pizza for Breakfast'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-1288240455227672504</id><published>2011-12-26T05:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T05:48:57.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outside Looking In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My back deck overlooks my neighbor’s yard and her BBQ grill sits
directly under her kitchen window. The resident long-haired stray cat will
often perch on the grill, slowly waving its tail and looking into the house.
Normally I wouldn’t think too much about it, but with snow on the ground and
the temperature below zero the visual tugs at my heart. When I consider those
who are spiritually lost, I can’t help but wonder if they too sometimes peer
into the life-window of the believer and see a glimpse of what they are
missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-1288240455227672504?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/1288240455227672504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=1288240455227672504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1288240455227672504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1288240455227672504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/outside-looking-in.html' title='The Outside Looking In'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-1112651149284065591</id><published>2011-12-23T06:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:28:58.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Riches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Gift giving and receiving is often determined by what we feel are needs.
I love the fact that it’s not just during the Christmas season, but rather
throughout the life of the believer, that God meets all our needs. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;“&lt;/sup&gt;And my God will meet all your
needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.” &lt;/i&gt;(Philippians 4:19
NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-1112651149284065591?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/1112651149284065591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=1112651149284065591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1112651149284065591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1112651149284065591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/glorious-riches.html' title='Glorious Riches'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-1289009527933895143</id><published>2011-12-22T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T05:52:02.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparables</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Since last fall my diet and exercise regime has taken a back seat to
meetings, events and scheduling conflicts. I’m not suggesting that my gym
partners at the fitness center are judging me, but some might certainly use me
as an example for motivation to stay with their own program. It’s easy for us
to look at someone else with slipping abs, thicker thighs and wing flaps and
say I’m glad I don’t look like them. However, it really never crosses our minds
to think that others may be giving us the once over and using us as an object
for confidence in their own righteousness.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;
“The Pharisee stood up and prayed about himself: ‘God, I thank you that I am
not like other men—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax
collector.’”&lt;/i&gt; (Luke 18:11 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-1289009527933895143?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/1289009527933895143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=1289009527933895143&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1289009527933895143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1289009527933895143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/comparables.html' title='Comparables'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-6738510756003499974</id><published>2011-12-21T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T05:45:14.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paparazzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Within in a span of
one week I had to travel to Denver for two separate meetings. On the first trip
it was dusk when I pulled up behind a vehicle at a stop light and a flash went
off. I knew it had to be Denver’s street traffic control camera and I, along
with the driver in front of me, immediately started looking at the cars around
us wondering who the guilty party might be. I didn’t feel I’d broken the law,
and yet I kept replaying the situation in my mind fearing that I would be
getting a traffic ticket in the mail. On my second trip I watched for overhead
cameras like a hawk and I was on my best behavior. However as I was driving on
an arterial and keeping up with the flow of traffic we crested a slight rise in
the road and there was another flash…this time coming from a van parked on the
side of the road. Looking at my speedometer I was a couple miles an hour over
the speed limit, but again I couldn’t tell if the camera was taking my photo,
or the photo of the cars around me. I couldn’t wait to get out of Denver,
because now I was concentrating more on cameras that I was on pedestrians. I
was at the last stoplight going out of town when, you guessed it, there was yet
another flash. Although paranoia had set in, this time I knew for a fact that I
had done nothing wrong. There are times in my life when the Lord sends me a
flash right at the moment of sinning which gives me the opportunity to repent
and move forward…however, that doesn’t mean that in a week or so I won’t also
get a reminder of my sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-6738510756003499974?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/6738510756003499974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=6738510756003499974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6738510756003499974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6738510756003499974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/paparazzi.html' title='Paparazzi'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-5370085018485330407</id><published>2011-12-20T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T05:46:20.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning the Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As my grandma got older the dishes that she washed by hand weren’t
always as clean as they should be. I’m sure there were many contributing
factors, such as failing eyesight, loss of concentration and even relaxed
cleaning standards. I’ve noticed lately that every once in awhile as I’m
washing dishes the person drying them for me will hand back a utensil that
needs to be re-washed. I suppose I was focusing more on cleaning the areas that
I thought were touched by food. For instance I’ll wash the surface of the plate
more thoroughly than the bottom because theoretically, there wasn’t any food on
the bottom. Spiritually speaking, we believers are often guilty of just
cleaning the parts of our lives that we think have been soiled by the world. &lt;span class="jesustext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Woe to you, teachers of
the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You clean the outside of the cup and
dish, but inside they are full of greed and self-indulgence. Blind Pharisee!
First clean the inside of the cup and dish, and then the outside also will be
clean.”&lt;/i&gt; (Matt 23:25-26 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-5370085018485330407?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/5370085018485330407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=5370085018485330407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5370085018485330407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5370085018485330407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/cleaning-inside.html' title='Cleaning the Inside'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2332829717164751916</id><published>2011-12-19T05:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T05:49:21.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intersection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Today I’m attending the funeral service for a friend I’ve known for
almost 38 years. Our relationship has been something similar to the traffic
pattern of city streets. We haven’t always been on the same street, but over the
years our paths have often intersected and when they did we would pick up our
conversation where we left off. I’ve always thought of the holidays as being a
bad time for someone’s death because it would somehow mar the season for years
to come. But I’ve changed my mind with Mary’s passing. I’ve now been given the
opportunity to unwrap the gift of memories that she has left for me and I’m
having a Mary’s Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2332829717164751916?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2332829717164751916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2332829717164751916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2332829717164751916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2332829717164751916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/intersection.html' title='Intersection'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4712368252018502197</id><published>2011-12-16T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T06:44:53.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Would you believe that right in the middle of the holidays I’m doing a
huge house spring cleaning project? Me neither. It all started so innocently.
All we wanted to do was to buy a new bed. When we took the old bed out and
moved it upstairs, someone suggested we should steam clean the carpets before
bringing in the new bed. Next someone said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Well,
if you’re going to clean the carpet, you really should first paint the room.”&lt;/i&gt;
So here I am two weeks before Christmas stumbling over bedroom furniture now in
the living room, putting masking tape around baseboards and carrying a paint
brush around. This is so not what I had in mind. I do however see similarities
in the situation with making a request of God. If I ask Him to increase my
faith, He’s likely to give me other spiritual projects to do just in order to
build that faith. A simple request is not always so simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4712368252018502197?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4712368252018502197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4712368252018502197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4712368252018502197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4712368252018502197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-3633025436409174694</id><published>2011-12-15T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:10:15.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curfew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;While she was in high school my daughter Leslie wanted to be like her friends
and she was especially bummed because everyone in her peer group had a curfew
and she didn’t. We now laugh at the fact that she even went so far as to plead
with me to give her one that would match her friend’s. Because I trusted
Leslie, I simply required that she call and check-in with me around 10:00 pm. I
thought if she were having a bad time and wanted to get out of an uncomfortable
situation, she could use me as an excuse by saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘My mom just told me I have to come home’&lt;/i&gt;. If on the other hand if I
knew who she was with and that she was having a good time, she could stay as
long as she liked. As believers one of the hardest things we have to do it to take
ownership of our freedom in Christ. I can hear myself saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘Lord just please give me a curfew and tell
me what time you want me home!’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-3633025436409174694?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/3633025436409174694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=3633025436409174694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3633025436409174694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3633025436409174694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/curfew.html' title='Curfew'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-486560586046797467</id><published>2011-12-14T06:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:14:43.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Recently I attended the Woodworkers’ Christmas party and their gift
exchange was mostly comprised of hand crafted items such as turned bowls,
carvings, ornaments and wall decorations. While the expertise of turning
beautiful wooden bowls was talked about, the extreme difficulty of turning a
bowl while leaving the live edge (the natural edge) of the wood intact was also
discussed and revered. My mind turned to the skill of the Carpenter. In the
Lord’s hands the believer’s live edge remains intact, all the while our hearts
are being crafted into a thing of beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-486560586046797467?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/486560586046797467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=486560586046797467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/486560586046797467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/486560586046797467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/live-edge.html' title='Live Edge'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-7186819910305967931</id><published>2011-12-13T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T06:15:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job’s Reindeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There are times I’m confident I know a certain passage of Scripture and
what it means, only to discover that it doesn’t say exactly what I thought it
said. I find this especially true when looking for a word to direct me to a
specific passage of Scripture. In my quest I’ll check my own concordance,
brainstorm with another person or go on line to Gateway Bible. I really
appreciate the search I can do on Gateway, but it’s not unusual for me to type
in my phrase and read the response, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Key
word search ‘0’ results.”&lt;/i&gt; Recently a friend was into his daily devotional
when he began reading about Job’s Reindeer. Bob laughed, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I said, ‘Wait a minute…Job had a reindeer’?”&lt;/i&gt; After re-reading the
meditation Bob cleared his head and focused on Job’s Redeemer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-7186819910305967931?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/7186819910305967931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=7186819910305967931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7186819910305967931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7186819910305967931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/jobs-reindeer.html' title='Job’s Reindeer'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-1217492284525393269</id><published>2011-12-12T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:32:51.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A few days ago a mugger walked up to a car with a gun and told his
intended victim to give him everything he had. The victim refused and was
ordered out of the car. In spite of the gun, the would-be-crook (5' 5", 148
lbs) got the tar beat out of him by the victim…an Ultimate Fighter (6’, 250
lbs). I have to confess I love this story and I laughed out loud when I saw the
accompanying police photo of a battered and bruised mugger. On the spiritual
level, can’t you just picture Satan thinking we are a wimpy victim, but in
reality we’re an Ultimate Fighter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-1217492284525393269?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/1217492284525393269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=1217492284525393269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1217492284525393269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1217492284525393269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/ultimate-fighter.html' title='Ultimate Fighter'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2323724474885533841</id><published>2011-12-09T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T05:37:03.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There is a TV ad for the Salvation Army that tugs at your heart with
images of folks who are weary and apparently without hope. The marketing aspect
of the commercial is to encourage donations to the Salvation Army for the
upcoming Holiday Season. I was with them on their plea until the final clip of
the ad in which there is a young African American man with corn rows sincerely
saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘Thank you for your support’&lt;/i&gt;.
When I noticed a hefty looking ¼ inch gold necklace peeking out from under the
neckline of his tee-shirt the illusion of sympathy went right out the door. Whether
believers or not, it’s unlikely that this current generation would give up
their gold for another’s need. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“All the
believers were together and had everything in common. &lt;a href="" name="48"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Selling
their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need.”&lt;/i&gt; (Acts
2:44-45 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2323724474885533841?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2323724474885533841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2323724474885533841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2323724474885533841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2323724474885533841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-need.html' title='In Need'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8336201452051990272</id><published>2011-12-08T06:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:19:33.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I’m in the process of signing up for on-line classes through a
Christian university. One of the documents that I have to sign and send in with
the application is the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘Life Together
Covenant’&lt;/i&gt;, which says I agree to accept the stated responsibilities as a
participant in the university. There are Biblical responsibilities stated with
book, chapter and verse and then there are the university’s expectations. They
include illegal substances, tobacco, alcoholic beverages and gambling. The covenant
appears to be Ten Commandment-ish – as in chiseled in stone with no waivers.
The expectations are directed toward fresh out-of-high school young people.
However I’m a senior adult and occasionally I like to have a glass of wine and
take a chance on the lottery when the prize money gets high. Using worldly
thinking I could get around the alcohol issue because the university would never
know, but it would be just my luck to win the Powerball and I’d have to fess-up
to breaking the covenant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8336201452051990272?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8336201452051990272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8336201452051990272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8336201452051990272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8336201452051990272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiver.html' title='Waiver'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-1925452442291885842</id><published>2011-12-07T07:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:20:53.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake A Leg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;My daughter’s Shi-Tzu
doesn’t like snow and ice covered sidewalks, so she bought some dog-booties
that he likes even less. Once Charlie gets his shoes on for a walk his gate and
stride is similar to a high stepping tarantula trying to shake gum off his
feet. Every footstep is suspended in mid air and thrown out to the side. I can’t
help but laugh when I see Charlie’s indignation as he tries to throw off his
boots. It makes me wonder if the great cloud of witnesses might just get a
chuckle out of us when we are in a similar situation. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses,
let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles,
and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” &lt;/i&gt;(Heb 12:1
NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-1925452442291885842?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/1925452442291885842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=1925452442291885842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1925452442291885842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1925452442291885842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/shake-leg.html' title='Shake A Leg'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8711330365344449722</id><published>2011-12-06T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T06:24:23.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Star Servant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In the Parable of the Talents the master gives one servant 5 talents,
another two talents and the third one talent. It just dawned on me that
regardless of our position in life, rich or poor, believers are in the role of
the servant with five talents. We put our money to work and gain more. We are
faithful with a few things, and the Lord has put us in charge of many things.
We are the benefactors from the talents of the lazy servants. In spite of
everything we have, we are given more and have abundance. Where I am today and
how God has blessed me has a direct correlation to my management style. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Well done good and faithful servant!...Come
and Share your master’s happiness!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;(Matt 25:21 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8711330365344449722?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8711330365344449722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8711330365344449722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8711330365344449722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8711330365344449722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/five-star-servant.html' title='Five Star Servant'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8409584733307786187</id><published>2011-12-05T05:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T05:58:53.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When TV commentator Andy Rooney recently passed away there were many
eulogies. Reporter John Roberts said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Andy
would tell it the way he saw it. You never walked away saying, ‘I wonder what
he meant by that?’”&lt;/i&gt; Jesus taught in parables, it wasn’t unusual for people
to walk away saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘I wonder what he
meant by that?’. &lt;/i&gt;I can certainly relate&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;.
&lt;/i&gt;For me, listening to parables would be somewhat akin to hearing someone
talk in tongues…I just don’t get them unless someone interprets. Thankfully the
New Testament writers spoke a spiritual language that we can all understand. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“We have not received the spirit of the
world but the Spirit who is from God, that we may understand what God has
freely given us.&lt;a href="" name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(1Cor
2:12 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8409584733307786187?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8409584733307786187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8409584733307786187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8409584733307786187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8409584733307786187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8274085623975474371</id><published>2011-12-02T06:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T06:12:47.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In discussing forgiveness, salvation and worthiness, a Bible study
member said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Some people are convinced that
they have done such bad things in their past that their unworthiness stays with
them even when they stand before the Lord. They are just wired to be guilty.”&lt;/i&gt;
She makes an interesting observation. Looking back at my re-birth in Christ I
didn’t automatically feel at home in my new skin…and even after decades of
being a believer, there are times that someone shows me my Christian skin is a
little too tight or a little too loose. I suppose we all come to the Lord with
some faulty wiring. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;“&lt;/sup&gt;Therefore,
if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has
come!”&lt;/i&gt; (2 Cor 5:18 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8274085623975474371?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8274085623975474371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8274085623975474371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8274085623975474371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8274085623975474371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/wired.html' title='Wired'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4198058008972334867</id><published>2011-12-01T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:51:37.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I hate starting a new exercise video because muscles that haven’t been
used in a particular discipline rebel very quickly…and they hold a grudge.
Following along as best I could with a new series, the instructor encouraged me
by saying that I need to learn to ‘be comfortable in the uncomfortable’. What a
great thought for me as a believer. Spiritually speaking I often ask the Lord
to protect me from evil, to help me run away from sinful situations and keep my
mind heaven focused, but it has never occurred to me to ask that He keep me comfortable
in the uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4198058008972334867?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4198058008972334867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4198058008972334867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4198058008972334867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4198058008972334867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/12/comfy.html' title='Comfy'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4032493404165154760</id><published>2011-11-30T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T05:45:00.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There is a long-haired grey feral cat in my neighborhood who
occasionally takes a nap in a sunny spot on my deck. The other day I caught him
grooming himself and was struck that even though he is for all practical
purposes alone in the world, his life situation doesn’t stop him from being meticulous
with his grooming. I think we believers have something in common with this cat.
While this world is not our home, it should not stop us from being presentable
in the neighborhood. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“But when you fast,
put oil on your head and wash your face, &lt;a href="" name="21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so that it will not be
obvious to men that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen;
and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.”&lt;/i&gt; (Matt
6:17-18 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4032493404165154760?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4032493404165154760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4032493404165154760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4032493404165154760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4032493404165154760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/strays.html' title='Strays'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8834855996610970496</id><published>2011-11-29T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:47:10.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storage Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I enjoy watching the reality TV show ‘Storage Wars’ where storage units
are put up for auction when the renters of the units fail to make their rent
payments. As the door to the storage unit opens to expose the treasures within,
the bidders never know what to expect. Certainly each of us has our own
standards of value and the old adage ‘one man’s trash is another man’s
treasure’ has merit. I now have this disturbing image of the Lord opening up my
heart to see the treasures within.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“But store up for yourselves treasures in
heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in
and steal. &lt;a href="" name="25"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For where your treasure is, there your heart will be
also.”&lt;/i&gt; (Matt 6:20-21 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8834855996610970496?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8834855996610970496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8834855996610970496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8834855996610970496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8834855996610970496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/storage-wars.html' title='Storage Wars'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8468157672741720449</id><published>2011-11-28T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T05:50:26.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You’re invited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Every once in a while I’ll get a request through the Christian
Ear to follow another person’s blog. Normally their motive is an effort to help
them build up their own readership. However I find it curious that they don’t
at least try to establish a relationship by interacting with comments to the
Christian Ear…they just want me to follow them. I can just imagine Jesus saying,
&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Come follow me”&lt;/i&gt; and then not
investing Himself in His followers. Thankfully the Lord’s ministry was not about
just building up His stats. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;“&lt;/sup&gt;But
small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find
it.”&lt;/i&gt; (Matt 7:14 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8468157672741720449?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8468157672741720449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8468157672741720449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8468157672741720449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8468157672741720449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/youre-invited.html' title='You’re invited'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-7966923835385406105</id><published>2011-11-25T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T06:01:18.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Our church Thanksgiving pot-luck dinner was last Sunday and we asked
members and visitors alike to come for the meal and fellowship, whether or not
you brought a dish to share. The speaker announced the meal would start at one
o’clock, but the bulletin said we would be eating following the service. I
suppose because of our affinity for fellowship dinners the tables were quickly set-up
and the food ready for the buffet by 12:00 o’clock. What a dilemma. Do we wait
until 1:00 in case some people went home to get their food and come back, or
can we start early? The compromise seemed to be 12:30. However, I did feel
badly for a first time visitor we’d invited to stay for the meal. He had
confided in me that he was shy and so he decided to go home and then come back
at 1:00. When he came back there was enough food, but he was toward the end of
the line and the pickings were slim. The old-timer said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I guess it would have been better if I’d just stayed and visited.”&lt;/i&gt;
I was reminded of the Parable of the 10 Virgins where five of the virgins ran
out of oil for their lamps, so they left the wedding banquet to purchase more
oil. Have you ever wondered if these five foolish virgins might have been able
to stay for the festivities with only a smoldering wick? Jesus reminds us, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Therefore keep watch, because you do not
know the day or the hour.”&lt;/i&gt; (Matt 24:13 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-7966923835385406105?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/7966923835385406105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=7966923835385406105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7966923835385406105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7966923835385406105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-watch.html' title='Keep Watch'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2159716015709388678</id><published>2011-11-24T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T08:31:27.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This morning’s newspapers have articles on holiday shopping and are
packed with advertising flyers. Jesus tells us that the Father supplies all our
needs, and for that I am thankful. However, when I see hoards of people lined
up and pushing one another to be first in line for bargains I have to laugh. Even
we believers have a streak of paganism when it comes to Black Friday. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we
eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ &lt;a href="" name="37"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the
pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need
them.”&lt;/i&gt; (Matt 6:31-32 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2159716015709388678?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2159716015709388678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2159716015709388678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2159716015709388678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2159716015709388678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-6291074465439368389</id><published>2011-11-23T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:47:27.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Six year-old Lydia is in the first grade at our local Christian school
and in honor of Veterans Day she sent me a letter decorated with pencil drawn
balloons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“To: My loved American Military, I thank you for fighting for our
country. My classmates and my teacher have been praying for you guys this year.
I do apologize that we/I haven’t been praying for you otherwise. Love, Your
Friend Lydia. P.S. Look on the back. From: It’s a secret! (Heehee)”&lt;/i&gt; I can
so relate to Lydia. Generally speaking our prayer life is focused and it’s only
one crisis or prayer request at a time…per person. However, unlike the
innocence of a child, we don’t usually go around apologizing and confessing our
limited prayer for one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-6291074465439368389?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/6291074465439368389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=6291074465439368389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6291074465439368389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6291074465439368389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-3528688193593209743</id><published>2011-11-22T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:49:09.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Crystal Cathedral in Garden Grove, California is facing bankruptcy
and the church might be sold to the Roman Catholic Diocese. There are those who
say the church cannot survive without the iconic building, but there are others
who say the Crystal Cathedral is just a building; it’s the people who are the
church. A professor of sociology of religion is quoted as saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“That Crystal Cathedral has in fact
encapsulated them and held them in a Crystal prison.”&lt;/i&gt; I picture Jesus
Christ being the foundation of the Crystal Cathedral ministry and yet Paul’s
warning rings in my ear&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;. “If any man
builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or
straw, &lt;a href="" name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his work will be shown for what it is, because the Day
will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test
the quality of each man’s work.” &lt;/i&gt;(1 Cor 3:12-13 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-3528688193593209743?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/3528688193593209743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=3528688193593209743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3528688193593209743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3528688193593209743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/crystal-clear.html' title='Crystal Clear'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-3012382158418721752</id><published>2011-11-21T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T05:50:31.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As an elected official I get emails from constituents and recently a
woman who is a fellow believer wrote, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Are
you really praying about your decisions, or are you going along with someone
else?”&lt;/i&gt; The implication is that if I were really praying about my decisions
God would have me voting differently. I was so tempted to write back, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘…and did you pray about sending me this
email?&lt;/i&gt;’ Certainly as a constituent my friend has every right to question my
decisions and as a believer she is entitled to question sin in my life. However
critiquing another’s prayer life is something best left up to the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Nothing in all creation is
hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes
of him to whom we must give account.” &lt;/i&gt;(Heb 4:13 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-3012382158418721752?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/3012382158418721752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=3012382158418721752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3012382158418721752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3012382158418721752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/accountable.html' title='Accountable'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-7891106005940591672</id><published>2011-11-18T05:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T05:31:56.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discontinued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I don’t always react well with product changes. The make-up that I’ve
worn for years has been discontinued, my new and improved dishwasher powder no
longer get dishes clean and my health insurance provider has gone paperless. I
can just imagine the Iron Chefs of Israel on the day after Passover when the
Israelites ate some of the produce of the land of Canaan. The manna stopped
that very day. Just exactly how do you react when your main ingredient is
discontinued and you’re left holding a cookbook of &lt;u&gt;101 Recipes for Manna?&lt;/u&gt;
(Joshua 5:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-7891106005940591672?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/7891106005940591672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=7891106005940591672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7891106005940591672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7891106005940591672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/discontinued.html' title='Discontinued'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-233402716055281352</id><published>2011-11-17T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T06:03:15.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father’s House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Unlike our votes being cast in secret, when you sign a recall petition
it becomes public record. One signer, a local pastor, was questioned by a
fellow believer as to why he would sign the petition without first seeing if
the charges and accusations behind the recall were true. Fair question since
both the pastor and the elected were believers and men of faith. He responded, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“They brought the petition to Sunday morning
worship and were so passionate, I decided to sign it.”&lt;/i&gt; Jesus cleared the
temple courts with a whip when He found men selling cattle, sheep, and doves
and others sitting at tables exchanging money. I can’t help but wonder if they
also used the temple courts to sign political petitions. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“… Get these out of here! How dare you turn my Father’s house into a
market!”&lt;/i&gt; (John 2:16b NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-233402716055281352?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/233402716055281352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=233402716055281352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/233402716055281352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/233402716055281352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-fathers-house.html' title='My Father’s House'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-6474949105181713691</id><published>2011-11-16T06:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:32:37.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Mikey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;An old TV commercial for Life Cereal has three brothers getting ready
to eat breakfast. Because the box on the table looks ‘healthy’, the two older
boys want their little brother Mikey to taste test the cereal. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Let’s get Mikey to eat it. He won’t eat it,
he hates everything.”&lt;/i&gt; A group of citizens recently circulated petitions for
the recall of three elected officials, but the effort failed because they lacked
adequate signatures. As I read over the petition signatures I was surprised to
find that some of those calling for the ouster of the elected didn’t even the petitions
they were circulating. It sort of reminds me of the Chief Priests stirring up
the crowd to have Pilate release Barabbas instead of Jesus. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘Let’s get Mikey to do it…’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-6474949105181713691?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/6474949105181713691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=6474949105181713691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6474949105181713691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6474949105181713691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/ask-mikey.html' title='Ask Mikey'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8477845042642143202</id><published>2011-11-15T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T05:50:14.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A neighboring town has a new pastor who was ordained in the
Presbyterian Church, but he has served a pastor in other denominations. His new
church is described as, ‘a multi-denomination church affiliated with the
Evangelical Lutheran Church of America, the Presbyterian Church (USA), the
United Methodist Church and the United Church of Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Does that just not make your head spin? I
suppose the pastor could keep unity in the pews if he kept ‘love’ as the topic
for all his sermons. Actually this multi-denominational church may be forced to
follow in the footsteps of Berea. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…for
they received the message with great eagerness and examined the Scriptures
every day to see if what Paul said was true. &lt;a href="" name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of the Jews
believed, as did also a number of prominent Greek women and many Greek men.”&lt;/i&gt;
(Acts 17:11b-12 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8477845042642143202?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8477845042642143202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8477845042642143202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8477845042642143202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8477845042642143202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/daily-examination.html' title='Daily Examination'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2532986510462049565</id><published>2011-11-14T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T05:53:09.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;All around town there were many Veterans’ celebrations to choose from
and this year I attended (Navy vet) the event at the local high school. I sat
next to a young woman who loved to talk about herself. She joined the Army, but
it wasn’t up her alley, so after serving two years she got a medical discharge.
She was married to a man in the Army, but that didn’t work out, so she divorced
him, came home and then married a civilian…more up her alley. She is expecting
her first child in March and excitedly laid claim to being the first local
pregnant mom to benefit from free Veteran’s medical clinic. I couldn’t help but
wonder about her need to be publically recognized as a Veteran and accept those
benefits, yet all the while having a distasteful attitude toward the military.
I think we see something similar in the church. Many people love laying claim
to being Christian, yet to hear them talk, much of the Christian life just
isn’t up their alley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2532986510462049565?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2532986510462049565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2532986510462049565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2532986510462049565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2532986510462049565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/veterans.html' title='Veterans'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-3138510184400553120</id><published>2011-11-11T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T06:08:13.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering and Rejoicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Just as the church body is made up of many parts (1 Cor 12:12-27), so
it is with smaller bodies within the church. We have a group of ladies who for
many years have met weekly to sew and make quilts for the mission field and for
shut-ins. Recently these ladies suffered a loss when 89 year-old Bertha passed
away. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“She was one of our parts…she did
the tying.”&lt;/i&gt; Certainly God has arranged the parts of the church body just as
He wanted them to be. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“If one part
suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part
rejoices with it.”&lt;/i&gt; (1 Cor 12:26 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-3138510184400553120?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/3138510184400553120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=3138510184400553120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3138510184400553120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3138510184400553120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/suffering-and-rejoicing.html' title='Suffering and Rejoicing'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8165398197332929696</id><published>2011-11-10T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T05:52:19.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Were You There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It’s not unusual to hear people reminisce about being at, or involved
in, historical events like Woodstock, the Berkley riots or hurricane Katrina.
Their reflections on the situation stir different emotions such as pride, loss,
shame or grief. The old hymn &lt;u&gt;Were You There&lt;/u&gt; asks, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘Were you there when they crucified my Lord…when they nailed Him to the
tree…when they laid Him in the tomb?’&lt;/i&gt; I love the way this hymn brings me to
the foot of the cross. However, the prequel to the cross shows us the crowd who
gathered before Pilate chose the prisoner Barabbas over Jesus for release. I
can easily put myself at the foot of the cross, but it’s more difficult to put
myself in the crowd gathered before Pilate. Were you there…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8165398197332929696?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8165398197332929696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8165398197332929696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8165398197332929696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8165398197332929696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-you-there.html' title='Were You There'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-341316073564694996</id><published>2011-11-09T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:22:17.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter of Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When the early church sent disciples to the various outlying towns they
often sent along letters of introduction.&amp;nbsp;A few&amp;nbsp;Sundays ago&amp;nbsp;we had a couple of middle
aged visitors to church who mixed, mingled and shook hands both before and
after the worship service. When they came my way I asked all the normal ‘are
you a first time visitor’ questions. It seems they are transients and the Lord
brought them to our area. They said they are doing whatever the Lord wants them
to do and just trying to serve Him. In the meantime they’ve taken up temporary
residence at some old boy’s ranch east of town while they wait for the Lord’s
direction. They are unemployed and just doing odd jobs for the time being.
Certainly we need to extend the right hand of Christian fellowship and of
course it’s possible that we were entertaining angels unaware. However, I would
have felt more genuine in my welcoming had these guys brought along a letter of
introduction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-341316073564694996?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/341316073564694996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=341316073564694996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/341316073564694996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/341316073564694996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/letter-of-introduction.html' title='Letter of Introduction'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-5729648716321984916</id><published>2011-11-08T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T05:52:03.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I think I struggle with the story of the Prodigal Son more than any
other passage of Scripture. I recently read an advice column in the paper where
a writer was responding to the issue of parental favoritism. The writer
observed, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…that parents give their
attention to the children they think need it most. To the left-out child, it
feels like favoritism, but I truly believe the parents consider that child to
be the most loved and think they need to dote on the others.”&lt;/i&gt; I’d never
considered that the Prodigal’s older brother might somehow be in the father’s ‘most
loved’ category. I’m not suggesting that God plays favorites, but He certainly
looks favorably and with love on those who are obedient. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;span class="jesustext"&gt;Whoever has my commands and obeys them, he is
the one who loves me. He who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I too
will love him and show myself to him.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(John 14:21 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-5729648716321984916?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/5729648716321984916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=5729648716321984916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5729648716321984916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5729648716321984916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-child.html' title='The Good Child'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2554650961442172145</id><published>2011-11-07T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:55:03.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epitaph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The owner of a local jewelry store passed away and his family had a
going-out-of-business sale, which included the inventory as well as the
furnishings and display cases. During the sale period I would walk past the
store, but rather than looking for bargains, my eyes were drawn to the
stenciled sign on the window that read ‘All Work Done on Premises’. I began to
think about the premises where each of us works - the jeweler in his store and
the believer in the world. A few days ago I walked past the store and the
lights were on, but for the first time the store was wall to wall empty. The
only thing remaining of the proprietor and his business was the gold painted
signage on the window. If the jeweler was a believer, the sign is a fitting
epitaph, because his work on earth is done. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“…for
anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from
his.” (Heb 4:10 NIV)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2554650961442172145?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2554650961442172145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2554650961442172145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2554650961442172145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2554650961442172145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/epitaph.html' title='Epitaph'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-3934041930600365607</id><published>2011-11-04T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:42:49.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Something Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Most of us grew up with hearing the guiding words, ‘If you can’t say
something nice, don’t say anything at all’. Recently at a going-away party for
a colleague people were invited to say a few words. I expected the normal
accolades like, ‘you’ve done a good job…, we will miss you…, best wishes on
your new job…’, however one speaker said of the honoree, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“He doesn’t lie. I appreciate that he’s never lied.”&lt;/i&gt; At the time
the sentiments struck me as a bit odd and I couldn’t help but mentally
question, ‘So that’s the nicest thing you can come up with?’ However, after
more thought I decided what’s the big deal…if the Lord is delighted everything
is good.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; “&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The
LORD detests lying lips,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;but he delights in
men who are truthful.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(Pro 12:22 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-3934041930600365607?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/3934041930600365607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=3934041930600365607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3934041930600365607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3934041930600365607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/saying-something-nice.html' title='Saying Something Nice'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-6183512022701696477</id><published>2011-11-03T06:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T06:33:10.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace and Safety</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Many years ago one of the ladies in our congregation was in a long-time
abusive marriage. While she is faithful in attendance, her ex-husband will only
occasionally come to church. I’m always amazed to see them attending the same
service, but sitting in different areas. Although they avoid close contact with
one another, the reality is that they are coming together in worship, singing
praises and partaking in the communion emblems. I think I see shades of the Messianic
age, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“The wolf will live with the lamb,
the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling
together; and a little child will lead them.”&lt;/i&gt; (Isa 11:6 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-6183512022701696477?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/6183512022701696477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=6183512022701696477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6183512022701696477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6183512022701696477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/peace-and-safety.html' title='Peace and Safety'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2893182296864240341</id><published>2011-11-02T06:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:26:34.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mockery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Many of the current cast members on this season’s Survivor are
professed Christians. They openly pray for strength in competitions, endurance
for staying in the game and for God’s will to be done. Survivor is a game of
strategy and even though manipulation, lying and deceit are all part of the
game, believers play to win. In the last episode I think Coach, who highly
values his integrity as a believer, crossed a spiritual line. He lied about
being in possession of an immunity idol and to get out from under the lie, he
then sent his team members on a wild goose chase. The chase ended with Coach miraculously
finding the idol. I get the gamesmanship. What I don’t get is that before the
search Coach called the tribe together in a prayer circle and holding hands
petitioned God in the name of Jesus Christ to help them find the idol…&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;which he had in hip pocket &lt;/i&gt;all along! Now
the entire tribe is singing praises to Jesus because the Lord helped them find
the idol. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Do not be deceived: God cannot
be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.”&lt;/i&gt; (Gal 6:7 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2893182296864240341?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2893182296864240341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2893182296864240341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2893182296864240341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2893182296864240341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/mockery.html' title='Mockery'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4235538560575676366</id><published>2011-11-01T05:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T05:49:36.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A woman I know seldom attends any church worship and yet invariably she
asks to be put on the prayer chain with every near miss or crisis that comes
her way. In exasperation one of her friends told Jane Doe, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Jane you have to start coming to church for yourself. You can’t keep
expecting people to include you on the prayer chain if you aren’t going to do
your part. The prayer chain is not a wish list.”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Jane is a little hurt and still somewhat
stand-offish, however I think her friend was spot on. As harsh as it sounds,
the friend spoke the truth in love. Jesus said to the church in Laodicea, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I know your deeds, that you are neither
cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other!&lt;a href="" name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/i&gt; (Rev
3:15 NIV) A lukewarm relationship with other believers might well result in
lukewarm prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4235538560575676366?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4235538560575676366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4235538560575676366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4235538560575676366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4235538560575676366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/11/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-457428026507479475</id><published>2011-10-31T05:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:50:39.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Classrooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Stella, a Sunday
School teacher from my youth, recently passed away at the age of 94. For a time
I lived with my Grandma and our church met in the one-room community school
house. After worship we divided up for Sunday school class, with Stella taking
the kids out of the building. In the summer our classes were held on the old
merry-go-round and in the winter we piled into Stella’s station wagon. With the
car running, the heater blowing and the windows fogging up she taught us our
Bible lesson. I think Stella and Jesus had something in common when it came to
making disciples…both could make a classroom out of any old boat, a hillside or
a field of grain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-457428026507479475?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/457428026507479475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=457428026507479475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/457428026507479475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/457428026507479475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/classrooms.html' title='Classrooms'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-52158766325938882</id><published>2011-10-28T06:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T06:27:20.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillar of the Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I recently read an obituary where the deceased was described as a
pillar of the community. In the church we too have a tendency to elevate people
to pillar-status. Our candidates may be those who are generationally faithful in
attendance, those extremely knowledgeable in the Word, or even someone whose
generosity goes far beyond tithes and offerings. Jesus gives us the
qualifications for becoming a pillar in heaven and I love the fact that we are
all candidates. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;span class="jesustext"&gt;Him
who overcomes I will make a pillar in the temple of my God. Never again will he
leave it...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Rev 3:12a NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-52158766325938882?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/52158766325938882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=52158766325938882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/52158766325938882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/52158766325938882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/pillar-of-community.html' title='Pillar of the Community'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-5110243275129377873</id><published>2011-10-27T06:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T06:19:08.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stark Contrast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I’ve become more aware of journalists writing their news stories and
then locating a photo to accompany the slant of their story. Awhile back photos
of two of our elected officials appeared side by side in the local newspaper.
One person’s photo was the stylish professional official photo, and the other
person’s photo was a less than flattering candid shot. Even without the written
story, the selected photos were a stark contrast and they told a story of their
own. One official was obviously favored and there was an attempt to disparage
the other official by making them appear folksy, backwards and unprofessional.
In the spiritual arena I can draw a similar parallel. As believers the Lord presents
us in our most positive light and then Satan does his best to bring us down by
using unflattering candid shots that causes others to question our
worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-5110243275129377873?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/5110243275129377873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=5110243275129377873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5110243275129377873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5110243275129377873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/stark-contrast.html' title='Stark Contrast'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-120180479424285415</id><published>2011-10-26T06:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:14:50.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blameless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I think we all understand that when the Lord returns we will be held
accountable for our heart and soul, but I was a little uneasy to read Paul’s
thoughts on also being accountable for my body. I mean really. I’ve been
looking forward to dumping this ageing body with its additional pounds and I
fully expected to stand before the Lord as a heavenly new creation. Now I’m wondering
what kind of a diet I have to go on to keep my body blameless.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; “&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;May God himself,
the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul
and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
(1 Thess 5:23 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-120180479424285415?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/120180479424285415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=120180479424285415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/120180479424285415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/120180479424285415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/blameless.html' title='Blameless'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4738261490197103089</id><published>2011-10-25T05:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T05:47:27.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Serve You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;In my previous church
the Communion Table was at the front of the auditorium. After the emblems were
served to the congregation, the servers would return to the front, serve one
another and then place the trays on the table. In our present configuration,
the Communion trays are located in the back of the auditorium and after serving
the congregation, those serving simply help themselves before putting the trays
on the counter. While their self-service doesn’t take away from the meaning of
communion, for me there is a more profound spiritual impact when I actually see
one person physically serving another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4738261490197103089?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4738261490197103089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4738261490197103089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4738261490197103089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4738261490197103089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-me-serve-you.html' title='Let Me Serve You'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8762118286019594840</id><published>2011-10-24T05:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:48:28.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Error</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tim Allen, of ‘Home Improvement’, recently did and interview with &lt;u&gt;Parade
Magazine&lt;/u&gt;. Tim is quoted as saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“On
a philosophical level, I’m very religious. I call myself an intellectual
Christian. I’ve been seeking answers and information about Christianity, as
well as Judaism, Islam, and Hinduism…”&lt;/i&gt; I’m not sure I’d pride myself in
being an intellectual Christian if I didn’t know any better than to say I was
looking for Christianity somewhere other than the Bible. So often we get skewed
ideas because we fail to heed&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jesus’ warning&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="jesustext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“You are in error because
you do not know the Scriptures or the power of God.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Matt 22:29
NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8762118286019594840?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8762118286019594840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8762118286019594840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8762118286019594840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8762118286019594840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-error.html' title='In Error'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4097545300387150112</id><published>2011-10-21T06:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:37:22.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Step You Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When my daughter and her dog stop by for a visit I often take Charlie
for a walk in a nearby park. I always carry plastic bags and clean up any
deposits, but it’s obvious that not all pet owners are so conscientious. I’ve
noticed that when I’m on the meandering sidewalk I can relax and take in
nature, but as soon as Charlie needs to go off the path my eyes are focused on
the ground watching every step I take. I can just see this scenario being
played out in the life of a believer. If we stray off the narrow path, we’d
better be looking out for the poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4097545300387150112?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4097545300387150112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4097545300387150112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4097545300387150112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4097545300387150112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/every-step-you-take.html' title='Every Step You Take'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8601861393408163663</id><published>2011-10-20T06:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T06:23:22.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Air Force is taking public comment on the possibility of
establishing a low altitude training area in northern New Mexico and southwestern
Colorado. I was surprised to learn that environmental groups are traveling
across two states to attend all 17 meetings to not only voice their opposition
to the training area, but to also garner disciples. I listened to various
speakers who had a not-in-my-backyard attitude that they were applying to the
entire region. I really wanted to say, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘Pardon
me, but this isn’t your backyard’&lt;/i&gt;. I was reminded of Saul before he became
Paul. He wasn’t content with going house to house to destroy the church in
Jerusalem, he also set his sights on Damascus, which was some 150 miles away
with a travel time of 4-6 days. It seems that the human condition, whether you
are a believer or not, is to worry and fret more over our neighbors backyard
than our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8601861393408163663?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8601861393408163663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8601861393408163663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8601861393408163663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8601861393408163663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-backyard.html' title='My Backyard'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-5818203387873459105</id><published>2011-10-19T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T00:54:39.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear Conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Once a year on the Day of Atonement the High Priest would enter the
inner room and offer a blood sacrifice for himself and for the sins the people
had committed in ignorance. Rather than having one’s sins forgiven, this was
simply a reprieve by rolling those sins forward to next year’s sacrifice. In
error I’ve always pictured the worshippers having peace of mind that they have
taken care of last year’s sins by boxing them up and putting them on a shelf. However
the writer of Hebrews says, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This is an illustration for the present time, indicating
that the gifts and sacrifices being offered were not able to clear the
conscience of the worshiper.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; (Heb 9:9
NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-5818203387873459105?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/5818203387873459105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=5818203387873459105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5818203387873459105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/5818203387873459105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/clear-conscience.html' title='Clear Conscience'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4222493218608543763</id><published>2011-10-18T05:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T05:48:38.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Recently I was in a
situation where I not only felt underappreciated, but also unloved. I struggled
with confronting the issue because I didn’t want to sound like a child who was having
a pity party. Really, how do you tell someone that their actions make you feel
unimportant and used like a doormat? In my soul searching I heard Jesus asking
Peter, &lt;span class="jesustext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Simon son
of John, do you truly love me more than these…Simon son of John, do you truly
love me…Simon son of John, do you love me?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(John 21:15-17 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4222493218608543763?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4222493218608543763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4222493218608543763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4222493218608543763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4222493218608543763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/unloved.html' title='Unloved'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-3077065309413940052</id><published>2011-10-17T05:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T05:51:52.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extinguished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;On the spiritual battlefield believers have to be well rounded and know
how to respond both offensively and defensively. Lately I feel like all I’m
doing is playing defense. The Armor of God is getting heavy and I’m getting
weary. As I re-read Paul’s description on the Armor of God I was struck by the
protection we get from the shield of faith. The shield of faith doesn’t
extinguish just some of the flaming arrows in the arsenal of the evil one, but
rather it extinguishes &lt;u&gt;all &lt;/u&gt;of the flaming arrows. I’m thinking that
standing firm and standing my ground just got easier…those flaming arrows
really are simply smoldering blanks. (Eph 6:16 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-3077065309413940052?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/3077065309413940052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=3077065309413940052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3077065309413940052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/3077065309413940052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/extinguished.html' title='Extinguished'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8581039394011381566</id><published>2011-10-14T05:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T05:47:36.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little Light of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This time of year it’s dark when I drive out to the fitness center. The
other morning when I saw some small green lights about head high bouncing
toward me I knew immediately that it was a jogger out for a pre-dawn run. The
apparently safety conscious jogger was also carrying a flashlight, but oddly the
light wasn’t focused on the path. Rather the spot of light was weaving all over
the place, first on one side and then another, on the grass and under the
shrubs. It wasn’t until I drove past the jogger that Fido, wearing a lighted
collar, came into view.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have to laugh
when I think about some of us acting like Fido. We’re supposed to be the light
of the world and where do we see our light shining…off the path, under bushes
and behind rocks. &lt;span class="jesustext"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“In
the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good
deeds and praise your Father in heaven.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Matt 5:16 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8581039394011381566?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8581039394011381566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8581039394011381566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8581039394011381566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8581039394011381566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-little-light-of-mine.html' title='This Little Light of Mine'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2936758808048484322</id><published>2011-10-13T05:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T05:50:38.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Last week we had reports of an attempted child abduction in our
community. The description of the abductor was a man in his 40’s wearing a
cowboy hat and driving a white dodge truck with an extend cab. When I ran
errands&amp;nbsp;the other day&amp;nbsp;and saw a white truck driving down the road and I did a
double take at the driver because he was wearing a cowboy hat. The partial
description of a possible child predator will no doubt keep many of us on high
alert in the coming days. Isn’t it interesting though that the Bible too gives
us a partial description of our spiritual enemy the devil and yet we seem oblivious?
“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Be
self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring
lion looking for someone to devour.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(1 Peter 5:8 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2936758808048484322?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2936758808048484322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2936758808048484322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2936758808048484322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2936758808048484322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-alert.html' title='On Alert'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-903574942845059602</id><published>2011-10-12T05:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T05:49:32.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath of Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Febreze air freshener is currently running a TV commercial where two
blindfolded women are sitting on a couch. One is holding an accent pillow the
other a lap-throw. Because of a spritz Febreze both items feel clean to the
touch and smell fresh. When the blindfolds are removed the women are shocked to
discover they are on a dilapidated, dirty couch and surrounded by filth and
free running pets. I can see this drama played out in the life of believers
when we accept Jesus and our spiritual eyes are then opened to reveal a
depraved world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-903574942845059602?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/903574942845059602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=903574942845059602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/903574942845059602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/903574942845059602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/breath-of-fresh-air.html' title='Breath of Fresh Air'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-6921211935827466714</id><published>2011-10-11T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T06:00:40.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Credentials</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Recently at an event I introduced two men to one another. To help them
connect I mentioned one’s career credentials, his expertise in fishing and
then, knowing that both were men of faith, I tossed in the fact that he too was
a Christian. There was an uncomfortable pause and then the other man picked up
the conversation ball saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Someday I’d
like to get back into fly fishing.”&lt;/i&gt; As I stepped back from their
conversation I felt almost apologetic to the Lord that He had been overshadowed
by fly fishing. I suppose that because this was a business meeting my reference
to faith could have felt awkward and out of place. However I wonder if our
failing to take advantage of such opportunities might well border on denying
Christ.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; “&lt;span class="jesustext"&gt;If anyone
is ashamed of me and my words, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him when he
comes in his glory and in the glory of the Father and of the holy angels”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="jesustext"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(Like 9:26 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-6921211935827466714?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/6921211935827466714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=6921211935827466714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6921211935827466714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6921211935827466714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/credentials.html' title='Credentials'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-2424213830737224552</id><published>2011-10-10T05:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T05:51:13.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Navigating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;In honor of
Christopher Columbus I’m reminded of the many Spiritual explorers who’ve
navigated Biblical waters and shared their journey with us. My path has
certainly been made easier because of their maps of understanding, such as commentaries,
Bible Studies and sermon notes. However, I think we need to resist the
temptation to rest on the exploration of others….each of us in our own right
must become an explorer of the Word. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Now the Bereans were of more noble character than the Thessalonians,
for they received the message with great eagerness and examined the Scriptures
every day to see if what Paul said was true.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Acts 17:11 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-2424213830737224552?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/2424213830737224552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=2424213830737224552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2424213830737224552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/2424213830737224552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/navigating.html' title='Navigating'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-4315744278837091468</id><published>2011-10-07T07:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T07:02:37.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Encounters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As I interview people I often question them about any ah-ha moments
they might have had with the Lord. I think we can all relate to personal
testimonies, but they are so much more powerful when we actually know the
people who’ve had the experience. During Bible study discussion Suzie
confessed, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I sometimes expect more from
the Lord. I don’t know what, maybe angels, trumpets…feathers”.&lt;/i&gt; Mel agreed
saying that when he accepted the Lord as his personal Savior it was a grey
January day and at that moment in time his rebirth was disappointingly unspectacular.
Chiming in on the conversation Gary quipped, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Well at least you weren’t blinded like Saul!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-4315744278837091468?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/4315744278837091468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=4315744278837091468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4315744278837091468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/4315744278837091468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/close-encounters.html' title='Close Encounters'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-1604578571150966116</id><published>2011-10-06T06:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T06:28:14.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Righteousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We have a huge recycling controversy going on in the community on
whether or not to continue City curbside recycling…and at what cost. We are all
speaking a green language, however some of us are speaking through greenbacks,
while others are speaking environmentally green. At a public meeting those
speaking with an environmental heart compared themselves with others by saying,
&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“We are the good citizens, we do the
right thing and we are the good kids and should not be punished for doing
right.”&lt;/i&gt; As believers we too can get caught up into comparing ourselves with
other believers. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘We’re the good
Christian, we do the right thing and we shouldn’t be punished…’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-1604578571150966116?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/1604578571150966116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=1604578571150966116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1604578571150966116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/1604578571150966116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/self-rightiousness.html' title='Self-Righteousness'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-10076775289195419</id><published>2011-10-05T00:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:13:37.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Improvement Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It’s sometimes important to resurrect an old committee for the purpose
of assessing current needs and updating data. A recent resurrection for my city
was the Montrose Improvement Team. The task for this group of folks is to look
at the future needs of capital improvements for our municipality.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m wondering if the Spirit might well look
at us in a similar way as He assess our needs and looks for areas that need
upgrades. His assembled team might consist of the preacher, an elder, a
faithful brother and even a believing spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-10076775289195419?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/10076775289195419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=10076775289195419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/10076775289195419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/10076775289195419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/improvement-team.html' title='Improvement Team'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8189349006354442619</id><published>2011-10-04T06:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:13:18.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It’s not unusual for older folks to comment that as parents we’re never
done raising our kids. We continue to worry, watch and fret over them even when
they have left the nest and have children of their own. I recently
interviewed an 82 year-old woman who has a 52 year-old son with Downs Syndrome still
living at home. Proud of being a mother Eleanor said,&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; “John still needs attention, so I’ve never really stopped raising my
children.”&lt;/i&gt; Generally speaking we think about God moving us on to different
roles and responsibilities as we mature. I now have new insight, admiration and
appreciation for those who must remain in their role for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8189349006354442619?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8189349006354442619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8189349006354442619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8189349006354442619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8189349006354442619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-ending.html' title='Never Ending'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8305316505261259729</id><published>2011-10-03T05:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T05:46:39.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Manna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Always faithful, last Sunday my morning paper wasn’t in the driveway,
on the grass or under the cars. By the time the paper arrived two hours late my
day was really out of sync and I was out of sorts. I thought about the
Israelites having manna provided to them every morning for 40 years in the
desert and I had to laugh. I can just imagine the first day God failed to have
breakfast waiting for His people. No doubt there were a few of them too who
were out of sorts looking under bushes and behind rocks and knocking on one
another’s tent door asking about their morning manna. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The day after the Passover, that very day,
they ate some of the produce of the land: unleavened bread and roasted grain.&lt;a href="" name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The manna stopped the day after they ate this food from the land;
there was no longer any manna for the Israelites, but that year they ate of the
produce of Canaan.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; (Joshua 5:11-12 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8305316505261259729?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8305316505261259729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8305316505261259729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8305316505261259729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8305316505261259729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/10/morning-manna.html' title='Morning Manna'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-6061348635493327488</id><published>2011-09-30T06:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T06:46:51.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sowing Seeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Driving past a church the particular denomination didn’t register with
me, but the message on the marquee gave me whiplash. The statement was, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Question Authority”&lt;/i&gt;. Who’s
authority…God’s, the government’s, your parent’s? Paul addresses the authority
issue saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“Everyone
must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority
except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been
established by God. &lt;a href="" name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Consequently, he who rebels against the
authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so
will bring judgment on themselves.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; (Ro
13:1-2 N IV) I suppose one could argue there is a difference between
questioning and rebelling, but I can’t help but wonder if the one who put the
message on the marquee is not in fact sowing seeds of rebellion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-6061348635493327488?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/6061348635493327488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=6061348635493327488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6061348635493327488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6061348635493327488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/09/sowing-seeds.html' title='Sowing Seeds'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-8210341630543636976</id><published>2011-09-29T06:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:20:54.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The teacher wrote the word crocodile on the blackboard and six year-old
Lydia raised her hand and politely told the teacher that the word was
misspelled. The teacher knew the spelling was correct, but Lydia was insistent
and wouldn’t let go of the matter. So the teacher and student got out the
dictionary and together they discovered that Lydia was in fact correct, the
teacher had misspelled crocodile. It’s hard for me to imagine a first grader in
this situation having the ability to stand firm in their own knowledge. Jesus
said that we must become like children in order to enter the kingdom of heaven
and I’ve always thought of that childlike character in terms of humble,
innocent and trusting. Now I’m thinking that unwavering conviction is also a
characteristic of a little child. Jesus said, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="jesustext"&gt;I
tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a
little child will never enter it.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(Luke 18:17 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-8210341630543636976?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/8210341630543636976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=8210341630543636976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8210341630543636976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/8210341630543636976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-children.html' title='Little Children'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-7742927951075748765</id><published>2011-09-28T06:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T06:17:53.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A letter writer to Dear Abby was at the end of her rope watching her
mother refuse to change some destructive habits. The daughter wrote, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“I don’t want to waste my life watching her
waste hers.”&lt;/i&gt; I can so relate to the letter writer’s conflict, both in the
physical realm, as well as the spiritual realm. Many of us do have thoughts of
simply turning our backs on and walking away from those who drain us
emotionally. It’s amazing though to think that Jesus often watches us waste our
lives and yet never walks away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-7742927951075748765?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/7742927951075748765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=7742927951075748765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7742927951075748765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/7742927951075748765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-waste.html' title='What a Waste'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-6060627771064542183</id><published>2011-09-27T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:30:40.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Recently I read the minutes of a meeting where the transcript didn’t
seem to reflect the discussion as I remembered it taking place. I called
another committee member asking, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘Did I
miss something? Did we agree to that? Do you remember who made that statement?’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I started to ponder the Gospels as if they
were minutes of meetings and although I’m amazed by the text agreement and the
accuracy of recorded quotes, I also have to laugh. I can just imagine some of
Jesus disciple’s later thinking, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;‘What
did I miss? I don’t remember Jesus saying that.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-6060627771064542183?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/6060627771064542183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=6060627771064542183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6060627771064542183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6060627771064542183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/09/gospel-minutes.html' title='Gospel Minutes'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24676515.post-6867584527301856918</id><published>2011-09-26T05:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T05:46:00.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Circumstances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;During our announcement time yesterday the congregation learned that
one of our members had a severe stroke while attending a Christian Convention.
Our sister is in the ICU in Albuquerque, New Mexico getting the best medical treatment
available. The announcer encouraged us by saying,&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; “She is in good care for the situation she is in.”&lt;/i&gt; It struck me
that regardless of the circumstances we find ourselves in, believers can always
say we’re in good care for the situation we’re in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24676515-6867584527301856918?l=christianear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/feeds/6867584527301856918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24676515&amp;postID=6867584527301856918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6867584527301856918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24676515/posts/default/6867584527301856918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianear.blogspot.com/2011/09/under-circumstances.html' title='Under the Circumstances'/><author><name>Christian Ear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12153229082163314011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
