<?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-503114065553553549</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:11:26.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unto Me...</title><subtitle type='html'>“Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, INASMUCH AS YOU DID IT TO THE LEAST OF THESE, YOU DID IT UNTO ME..."    Matthew 25:37-40</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dr.zeius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388465165254185680</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503114065553553549.post-474005717213851972</id><published>2009-10-10T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:05:55.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Flood</title><content type='html'>“It’s been too long since I’ve said I love You. It’s been too long since I’ve cared.”&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                        Joe Bonamassa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In March of 2008 a very dear friend invited my wife and I to a Good Friday communion service at a local church. This turned out to be the most intimate communion I have ever experienced. The mood in the room was set by candle light and the worship team was set up in the round. As we walked into the room I could feel the intense presence of the Holy Spirit. After the worship team played several beautiful songs of love and praise to God, the pastor of the church got up and began to speak as the communion elements were being distributed throughout the room. Unlike most communions I have taken where you usually hear the story of the “Last Supper” that Christ had with his apostles before His death, the pastor told the story of the Passover Feast that was celebrated by the Israelites after their deliverance from Egypt. I knew why the Passover Feast was celebrated but had never heard all of the details of how the feast was performed and that every part of the feast pointed to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the conclusion of the service another friend came over to me and related to me that she had been praying for me during the entire service and that she had had a vision about me. The vision that she saw was a picture of me totally surrounded by water as if I was in the middle of an ocean not able to see anything except for water that was around me. She said she saw the water getting very deep but that I would not drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I believed at this time that the vision she saw was what I currently experiencing in my life. In mid March that year I had injured my upper back in my lower cervical disc area  and although I was seeing a chiropractor, the treatments I was receiving and  over the counter medications were not helping and the pain was becoming more severe, especially at night. As the pain became more severe I had to resort to lying on ice packs until my back became numb in order to get any sleep at all and when I couldn’t sleep I would spend the night walking the floor of my living room praying and crying out to God. It was during one of these sleepless nights that I felt God speak in my spirit and tell me that I was going to walk through this experience with Him. I know a lot of Christian friends didn’t understand this when I would tell them not to pray for my healing. At this time I felt closer to God and was continually receiving revelations and understanding of His word clearer than I ever had before. I didn’t feel surrounded by water as was indicated in the vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the end of June that year I had surgery to remove two discs in my neck. After four weeks of recovery my neck began to feel better than it had felt in many years, but I began to develop a very severe case of restless leg syndrome (RLS) and periodic limb movement disorder (PLMD) that disrupted my daily life as well as drastically disturbing my sleep again. I had to begin seeing a neurologist to try and resolve these issues and the drugs that I was given to take helped with the RLS and PLMD but they had a very drastic effect on me physically as well as mentally causing me to deal with daytime drowsiness, lack of concentration at on my job, mood swings, and bouts of depression. Eventually the doctor got my medicines regulated and things began to improve. Even through all of this I still did not feel like the vision of being surrounded by water had come to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In late December of 2008 my family went through a very emotional time with our youngest son as the relationship that he was in fell apart at Christmas time. It was very hard for me to feel all of the pain that he was living with and Christmas day was the hardest and when things began to fall apart for me. I believe this is when, unknown to me at the time, the water begin to rise. It was after this time that I wrote “Christmas is About Pain” (http://www.unto-me.blogspot.com). I’m not sure why or what began changing inside me spiritually but I knew something was different as my relationship with God began to change at this time and I didn’t really understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the first part of 2009 I began to notice the water beginning to get deeper as my prayer life and my times of Bible reading began slipping away. I think it was about this time that God showed me John 15:2 where Jesus said that every branch that bringeth forth fruit must be purged in order to bring forth more fruit. This verse gave me comfort and some understanding about what was happening in my spiritual life, but it was also around this time that I began to experience some new and different neurological problems that caused the doctor to give me some probable diagnosis’s that really scared me. My wife also began experiencing more problems with some medical issues that she had been dealing with for some time, and we began experiencing some emotional issues and major financial changes in our life. I was now starting to sense the truth of the vision as I felt totally surrounded by water and could no longer see dry land but I held on to the fact that in the vision I would not drown even though at times I had many doubts . Through all of this my wife and I were trusting in God and could see how He was alive and working in our lives, supplying all of our needs as we continued to praise Him for everything regardless of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Isaiah 43:2(a) God said “When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee.” Even though nine months later I feel like I am still completely surrounded by the water and can’t feel the bottom yet, I can see land so I know the water is starting to recede. I am beginning to feel the Holy Spirit work through me again, something I haven’t felt in a very long time, as God has led me into some new ministries and I know eventually I will be back on dry land. What I don’t know is how much longer that will be, but as long as I continue to trust God and allow him to direct my life it doesn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-474005717213851972?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/474005717213851972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=474005717213851972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/474005717213851972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/474005717213851972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-flood.html' title='The Great Flood'/><author><name>the old guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GKawg_0FflY/SVY9hSfDMVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/BX9RvHD3KFU/S220/Back+Tattoo+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503114065553553549.post-4465294770502699351</id><published>2008-12-26T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:31:08.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is About Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;This entire year God has been teaching me about pain both physically and spiritually. Physically I have learned that I can endure more pain than I thought possible. The physical pain has mostly healed because of the surgery I had, but I have learned that the spiritual pain never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped a local church feed homeless people on Christmas Eve. It didn’t feel good. I didn’t really expect it to but I didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. It was very overwhelming to see and feel so much pain and disappointment in one place at one time. There were a couple of men that I knew from previous missions that I have done in the past and there were a lot of other faces that I see every day walking on the streets downtown. I could feel the eyes of most cut right into my soul with judgment and mistrust. They know. Most people only do this kind of thing because they think this is their religious duty and it will fill the void in their soul. It left me feeling very empty. I know this must be my lifestyle and not something I just do periodically if I am to live Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching my youngest son experience a lot of pain as the relationship he was in got broken a few days before Christmas. Christmas day was especially hard. I could spiritually feel all of the pain that he was experiencing inside him. It was hard keeping all of this pain inside while being around others who couldn’t see or feel the pain. I can’t imagine the intensity of the pain that Christ feels every time I break my relationship with Him when I sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought, been taught and told that Christmas was supposed to be a joyous celebration and holiday. This year I have come to learn that it is really about pain. Over the years I have come to dread this time of the year. I think this is from having expectations and experiencing disappointments. As I grow older it gets a little harder every year to see how materialistic this pagan society has become, especially at this time of the year when everything you see and hear is continually telling you to buy all of these thoughtless gifts to give to people because “you love them”. Even Christians have come to claim this holiday as their own by dissecting the name of a Holy Savior out of the word Christmas and attaching it to this pagan celebration. I think this helps justify their participation in it and maybe even covers some of the guilt they feel because they know this should really be their daily lifestyle not something they do once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if God felt the same pain when Jesus was born as he did when Jesus was hanging on the cross with all of the sins of the world on Him. Shepherds came to visit and worship Jesus the night He was born. Wise men came and gave expensive gifts as they bowed down to the Savoir. I wonder if the lives of those shepherds or wise men were really changed. I wonder if they only worshiped for a moment and then went on with their lives as if nothing was any different, as if just another great man was born. It must be painful for Christ to see His name used so much at this time of the year for just a short time as if this was what He came to earth for, to be worshiped for only a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to be worship. Not something I do for a moment here and there but something my life says. I want my life to worship this Holy King and Savior, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the unending spiritual pain, I expect it will become more intense as my life becomes more worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the desert&lt;br /&gt;The Old Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-4465294770502699351?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4465294770502699351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=4465294770502699351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/4465294770502699351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/4465294770502699351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-about-pain.html' title='Christmas Is About Pain'/><author><name>the old guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503114065553553549.post-3893006419679809989</id><published>2008-07-29T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:20:09.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you at ?</title><content type='html'>I am not sure where I am any more.&lt;br /&gt;I am still sure about God though.&lt;br /&gt;No one or nothing can change that.&lt;br /&gt;I know God is continuing to move my heart&lt;br /&gt;To a place where I can be most useful for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;It is a painfully long and slow process.&lt;br /&gt;This is probably due to my inability&lt;br /&gt;To let go of myself.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I am unwilling to let go,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that I’m not sure how much I can let go&lt;br /&gt;And still keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I had in mind&lt;br /&gt;When I accepted His gift.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to be a good Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Go to church.&lt;br /&gt;Pray.&lt;br /&gt;Read my Bible.&lt;br /&gt;Do good things.&lt;br /&gt;Go to heaven when I die.&lt;br /&gt;It all looked so easy from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Then it became so much more than all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started to pray&lt;br /&gt;And read my Bible&lt;br /&gt;It all began to look very different.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy any more,&lt;br /&gt;But my decision has been made,&lt;br /&gt;I am a disciple of Christ&lt;br /&gt;And I will not turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-3893006419679809989?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3893006419679809989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=3893006419679809989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/3893006419679809989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/3893006419679809989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-are-you-at.html' title='where are you at ?'/><author><name>the old guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503114065553553549.post-2736136600409149650</id><published>2008-06-17T11:55:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:14:42.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O, me of little faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;28"Lord, if it's you," Peter replied, "tell me to come to you on the water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;29"Come," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. 30But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, "Lord, save me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;31Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. "You of little faith," he said, is "why did you doubt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. 33Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, "Truly you are the Son of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 14:28-33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It’s ridiculous how much this exchange exemplifies my spiritual life. Whereas most people read this passage and see Christ’s commenting on the disciples’ faith immediately before doing something miraculous and conclude that faith precludes the miraculous, I can’t help but read this and see their lack of faith as the need for the miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I understand it, faith is nothing more than taking the absurd side in the debate between what can be seen, touched, and tasted and what cannot. To my understanding the primary question of faith is not what do I believe an omnipotent God will do for me? But rather, how should my belief in God effect how I live my life today and hereafter? For the disciples in this instance, the issue is not that they were in physical danger, but that their imminent physical danger shaped their reality and desires. I used to read this passage and take it to mean that God will “calm my storms” so to speak, when now I think more that God would have me see that my “storms” are temporal and largely irrelevant. I don’t think Christ was saying “You of little faith, don’t you know that I’ll keep you from danger”…I think He was saying “You of little faith, don’t you know that even if you drown in this lake, you’ll only been ushered into the reality of the supernatural?”…I think His point was that their lack of faith was evident in that the base reality that informed their thoughts and opinions was rooted in this life and their fear of losing it, the obvious contrast being that faith is one’s reality being based in the existence of God and the fear of missing Him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I think, is the great battle that is manifested in all aspects of Christianity. For example, the Bible says don’t fornicate, but I really, really like women and really, really want to. At this, the battle is set between the spiritual reality of honoring God and the physical reality of sexual gratification. Or even further, how about an example of a “grey” area like alcohol…I know for a lot of Christians drinking alcohol is inherently sinful…I do not believe so, but the more I think about it, I realize that a life of faith should not be based in what is allowable in the physical but what is essential in the spiritual…So, does that mean that I should never consume alcohol (something I thoroughly enjoy) as it bares no measurable spiritual value, or that I should only consume it to the extent that it does not re-center my reality on the pleasures of this life?...Is a life of faith one that forgoes the “fun” things in this life for the sake of the next, or one that merely tempers them so as not to allow for distraction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in my thought process, I always come to frustration as I realize that any discussion of what is allowable serves as nothing more than an indictment for my own lack of faith. At this point I realize that my focus on establishing what physical pleasures I’m allowed is proof that my heart is far from being rightly focused on the ultimate pleasures found in peace with the God who allows them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lord, if it’s you,” Matthew replied, “tell me to come to you on my faith.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come,” he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Matthew got down out of his comfort, walked in his faith and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the battle that his faith had begun, he was offended and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, me of little faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-2736136600409149650?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2736136600409149650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=2736136600409149650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/2736136600409149650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/2736136600409149650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-me-of-little-faith.html' title='O, me of little faith...'/><author><name>dr.zeius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388465165254185680</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-503114065553553549.post-4236828964699653106</id><published>2008-04-16T13:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:05:23.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long Oh God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;For days as I drove through town going to and from work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I felt as though I was looking, watching, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Waiting for something or some one.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what watching &amp;amp; waiting for the return of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord Jesus Christ is supposed to feel like?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what I am feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Long Oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here as long as You desire.&lt;br /&gt;I long for You Father.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel You, taste You, touch You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See into Your eyes…..d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eep into Your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to know Your heart. I want You to use me.&lt;br /&gt;Replace my thoughts with Your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Surround me with Your presence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So that others may not see me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;But will come to know You.&lt;br /&gt;I want others to know that I am Yours by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Your presence on me &amp;amp; in me&lt;br /&gt;I hunger for You Lord, thirst for You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Desire You, want You more &amp;amp; more &amp;amp; more.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a deeper longing for You Father, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;A stronger desire to hear You, to do Your will, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;To be used by You.&lt;br /&gt;Pour Yourself out through me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Use me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;from the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the old guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-4236828964699653106?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4236828964699653106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=4236828964699653106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/4236828964699653106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/4236828964699653106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-long-oh-god.html' title='How Long Oh God'/><author><name>the old guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503114065553553549.post-9042844601675739334</id><published>2008-03-27T11:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:06:56.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes of Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the Lord turned and looked upon Peter. And Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how He had said to him, “Before the cock crows, you will deny me three times.” And Peter went out and wept bitterly. (Lk. 22:61-62)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times have there been that I have felt these eyes, these eyes which penetrate to the deepest part of my soul. Peter had told Jesus that he was ready to go with Him to prison and to death. A few hours later, after Jesus was arrested, Peter publicly denied knowing Jesus three separate times. As the words, “I do not know this man”, came out of Peter’s mouth the third time, he felt these eyes. Many times I, like Peter, have vowed to stand with Jesus through anything, only to later deny Him through my words or actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These eyes caused Peter to go and weep bitterly in repentance of what he had done. This is not because these eyes say “How could you?” or “I told you so!” These eyes do not display anger or condemnation. These eyes that burn so deep into me simply say “I love you.” The only thing I can do, when Jesus looks upon the deepest part of my soul with these eyes that say “I love you”, is to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Old Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-9042844601675739334?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9042844601675739334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=9042844601675739334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/9042844601675739334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/9042844601675739334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/eyes-of-jesus.html' title='The Eyes of Jesus'/><author><name>the old guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503114065553553549.post-3400044628048494944</id><published>2008-03-19T15:20:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:50:33.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this man called Jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jesus once asked His closest disciples, His apostles, "Who are people saying that I am?" The answers that Jesus got from His apostles were as varied as the answers that people give today if asked the very same question, "Some say John the Baptist, others say Elijah or Jeremiah, and some say just a prophet or a good teacher." None of these answers are right. But then the answer to this question is not crucial to your salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The next question that Jesus asked is very crucial though. Jesus asked, "Who do YOU say that I am?" His apostle Peter answered Him very quickly stating, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God." Even though this is the correct answer, simply knowing the correct answer is not what makes this question so important. What is important is how you arrive at the correct answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jesus told Peter, "Blessed are you Peter because you know this, not because any man has told you the correct answer, but because My Father who is in Heaven has revealed this to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Matthew 16:13-17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've lived long enough with man's explanation of who Jesus is. My desire and longing is to have that true revelation from the Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out in the desert,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Old Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-3400044628048494944?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3400044628048494944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=3400044628048494944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/3400044628048494944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/3400044628048494944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-is-this-man-called-jesus.html' title='Who is this man called Jesus?'/><author><name>the old guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503114065553553549.post-4172634724707415398</id><published>2008-02-26T11:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:07:49.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ridiculousness of addressing my lack of peace by ignoring God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Many sorrows shall be to the wicked; But he who trusts in the LORD, mercy shall surround him. 11 Be glad in the LORD and rejoice, you righteous;And shout for joy, all you upright in heart! Psalm 32:10-11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when we lack peace we rely on own understanding to grasp it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when we inwardly grieve, we seek outward indulgences (alcohol, sex, etc…) to cure it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that, when faced with life and vitality affecting decisions like whether or not to take a big trip or where to live and what to do for a living, we consider only things like the potential “fun” in it or how much money can be made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I “serve” God the clearer just how ridiculously evil my heart is becomes to me, and too often my response to this revelation is to further entrench myself in this age of existence foregoing the available antidote to my evil heart to begin with…How absurd is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above, David writes “Many sorrows shall be to the wicked…”. This statement reads in our language like a warning to those who would ignore God. As if David is saying, “the wicked will pay for their wickedness with sorrow to come”, but David is saying something different. That is that wickedness is not some measure God arbitrarily imposes upon certain behaviors that He chooses, for whatever sovereign reason, to detest. Rather, He calls them wicked because they are an aversion to the creation He originally intended to hold as His most prized and intimate. Simply, God labels things not just because, but because He knows better than we the intricacies of our physical and spiritual constitution and thus how our choices will affect our ability to discern His original purpose for us as His children…So David says, “many sorrows shall be to the wicked”…He’s saying sorrow will beset the wicked because the fruit of sin is sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wages of sin is death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only to the soul in the next life, but to body and mind in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Zeius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-4172634724707415398?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4172634724707415398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=4172634724707415398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/4172634724707415398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/4172634724707415398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/ridiculousness-of-addressing-my-lack-of.html' title='The ridiculousness of addressing my lack of peace by ignoring God...'/><author><name>dr.zeius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388465165254185680</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-503114065553553549.post-3352529575132171266</id><published>2007-12-24T09:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:08:03.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19 “Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; 20 but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 6: 19-20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, I'm not anti-material to the degree that I feel compelled to shun any and all forms of earthly enjoyment. Any who know me would quickly attest to the unfortunate fact that there are those consumptions I may be too appeased by; however, it's Christmas Eve and I find myself sitting at my desk not thinking about what gifts I will or have received, but those from whom I will or have received them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is no novel realization. We've all seen &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scrooged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (and if you haven't, you may be a communist), but this season, when everything is geared to appeal solely to our comforts and pleasures, always seems to remind me of how I've failed at showing the love of Christ over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; this depresses me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;process&lt;/span&gt;, and further, God's perspective is all about the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution, though, is to not use the "process" perspective as an excuse for spiritual inertia. I look back and can honestly say that I'm more giving and patient and selfless than I was this time last year (which is kind of depressing). I must be able to say the same again in those twelve short months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen and Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-3352529575132171266?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3352529575132171266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=3352529575132171266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/3352529575132171266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/3352529575132171266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>dr.zeius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388465165254185680</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-503114065553553549.post-672344067739361596</id><published>2007-10-10T15:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:08:30.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes they see, but need Your vision...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therefore, from now on, we regard no one according to the flesh. Even though we have known Christ according to the flesh, yet now we know Him thus no longer.&lt;br /&gt;II Corinthians 5:16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this verse more and more every time I read it because it flies in the face of everything we are taught about how to assess people. I love that there is no room for my competitive spirit in the Body of Christ. I love that when I compare myself to those around me, whether in spiritual or worldly matters, focusing on myself never fulfills me. I love that God has shown me this. I love knowing that it is no longer my job to analyze and fix people (though I forget this far too often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never failed at this. I wish I never showed regard for people “according to the flesh”. I wish I was equally as anxious to interact with some people as I am others. Male and female. Pretty and not. I wish I could say that the seventeen year old young man that comes to my church has as much of my attention as the twenty-five year old woman. Not that I disregard anyone, but let us be honest, we all focus our lives around circumstances and environments that are most likely to make us comfortable and/or meet what we think are our needs when, if our lives are to emulate our Lord’s, we should be wholly fixed to the needs and concerns of others. I wish I were always so. I, by the grace of God, am getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I resolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to be bolder and more direct in expressing the love of Christ in my life. I resolve to no longer allow the walls built into me to determine who gets in my little world and who doesn’t. What’s the worst that could happen? I resolve to learn to love others on God’s terms and not my own. I resolve to forgive. I resolve to show mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-672344067739361596?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/672344067739361596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=672344067739361596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/672344067739361596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/672344067739361596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-eyes-they-see-but-need-your-vision.html' title='My eyes they see, but need Your vision...'/><author><name>dr.zeius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388465165254185680</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-503114065553553549.post-563517631585044022</id><published>2007-10-10T15:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:08:43.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome All</title><content type='html'>Dear Visitor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to start this page as a place for whatever spiritual thoughts, insight, and questions I may have. I also desire to establish a place for public spiritual dialogue for the purpose of building up and encouraging the body of Christ, not for arguing the non-essentials of our faith. However, I am sure that, at times, we will tackle some tough subjects, but my prayer is that something written here would edify you and stir your love for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are here and do not know Christ, please ask questions. I’ll do my best to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Matthew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. There is a possiblity of other contributors being added in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503114065553553549-563517631585044022?l=unto-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/feeds/563517631585044022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503114065553553549&amp;postID=563517631585044022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/563517631585044022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503114065553553549/posts/default/563517631585044022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unto-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-all.html' title='Welcome All'/><author><name>dr.zeius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14388465165254185680</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>
