<?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-20867424</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:42:45.036-07:00</updated><category term='Test'/><title type='text'>All For Him</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HIS son</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-2247375487699241641</id><published>2011-03-07T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:36:02.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Million Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20593341" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/20593341"&gt;What story are you telling?&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rhetorikcreative"&gt;Rhetorik Creative&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-2247375487699241641?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/2247375487699241641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=2247375487699241641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/2247375487699241641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/2247375487699241641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2011/03/million-miles.html' title='Million Miles'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-2134818564020734271</id><published>2008-10-24T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:18:02.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Test'/><title type='text'>That’s my Master!!! - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUu450yEPaw/SQGj1ZOz8mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/plNLWTwWV0U/s1600-h/shepherd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260665977446855266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUu450yEPaw/SQGj1ZOz8mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/plNLWTwWV0U/s200/shepherd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i I am Sheeda. I live near the still waters behind the hills. I love playing with my Shepherd, who always carries me in His caring shoulders. I also love to play with my friends. We are a team of 100. We always be together as our Shepherd suggested so. Now, I like to share a wonderful incident that happened in my life.It was a rainy day (I will never forget this day in my life). Everything went on well that day. I walked behind my Shepherd. He gave me grass to eat, water to drink, place to rest. He guided me with His rod and staff. I am absolutely fearless and joyful when my Shepherd is with me. In the evening, when the sun goes down, Shepherd led us back to our home. On the way to home, I saw beautiful flowers with penchant aroma. I called one of my friends and amazed about the beauty and fragrance of the flowers. Suddenly my amazement was distorted by a voice “Sheeda! My Beloved! Come here. Be close to me”. Oh that’s my Master Shepherd. He is waiting for me to carry on. I think He is very angry with me because I delayed. His eyes were full of rage. I don’t want to mess with Him in this mood so I leaped towards Him and joined Him but in my heart I was annoyed with the way my Shepherd disallowed me to enjoy the flowers. So I decided to slowdown a bit and now I become the last person in my team walking very slowly. Now, I can clearly see the flower bed in the slope. Wow! What a wonderful portrait of nature! The aroma was sweet as honey. I now even started rebuking the Shepherd for stopping me from enjoying this beautiful thing on earth. The beauty of the hill was so great it doesn’t let me move. So I stopped and enjoyed the wonderful flowers. Now, I thought to go near the flowers and play. So I moved forward. Oh what a pleasure it was! Every step I made gave me great Pleasure! Pleasure! Meanwhile my Master and my team crossed over the brook. I can’t see my Master or my team now. I thought it was time to leave the flower bed as it is getting darker and darker. So I started to move quickly. Since it was raining, the hill had become very slippery. After a couple of steps, my foot slipped. Oh No! I was slipping down the hill. I felt I was dead at that moment. After a few anxious moments, I was stopped by something. I was bit relieved now but that didn't last long. I was caught by the thorn bushes under the flowers. There were huge bushes hiding beneath the flowers. My legs were held by the rusty thorns and they started sucking my blood. I tried to deliver myself from the thorn. It pained a hell. It was completely dark and it started raining heavily. I started rebuking myself for not being close with the Shepherd. As I groaned in pain, I saw a man who worked in my Master’s farm passing by the way. I felt heaven is back. With all my strength shouted to him. He stopped by my voice and asked, “Who is this?” I said “it’s me Sheeda”. “Sheeda? What are doing here? You should be with the Shepherd,” he replied. “It’s paining, please take me out” I cried. He said “It’s heavily raining. If I come there, I too would be caught in the thorn. So I will go and send the workers in the farm; till that please hold on, Sheeda.” The reply almost killed me. “I am bleeding here” I shouted back. He was not there to listen to me. He was running to save himself from the furious thunder. I really don’t know what to do now. The pain is getting worse every moment. Suddenly a screeching voice shook me up. ”Hey, you betrayer!” “Who was that,” I replied in fear. I thought it was my Master. Yes! It should be Him because I have betrayed Him. The voice again shouted “Hey, you! an unlawful and indiscipline Sheeda. You deserve to die in the thorns” Suddenly voice stopped and a dark element appeared on the top of the hill. I realized the voice was from the dark element. There is something written on the dark element. With the help of the moonlight, I was able to read it. “Mr. Shadow of Death”. I was benumbed reading it. I trembled and closed my eyes in fear. The “Shadow of Death” spoke again “You are not loyal to Your Master Shepherd. You can’t be in his team again. You have no second chance. Your Master is angry with you” and on and on. Every statement made about me by the “Shadow of Death” pierced my heart. It was painful than these piercing thorns. I felt ashamed and guilty that I was not truthful to my Master. I lost my hope and prepared to die at that moment, because I thought my Master was unhappy and ready to punish me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continued in Part 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;Talk...&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/20867424-2134818564020734271?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/2134818564020734271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=2134818564020734271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/2134818564020734271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/2134818564020734271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-my-master-part-1.html' title='That’s my Master!!! - Part 1'/><author><name>HIS son</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUu450yEPaw/SQGj1ZOz8mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/plNLWTwWV0U/s72-c/shepherd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-6173774462790665275</id><published>2008-10-24T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:00:58.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That’s my Master!!! - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUu450yEPaw/SQGgO_eGraI/AAAAAAAAADs/sXDkdwB6uWU/s1600-h/shepherd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260662019161763234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUu450yEPaw/SQGgO_eGraI/AAAAAAAAADs/sXDkdwB6uWU/s200/shepherd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continued from Part 1...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I can see a ray of light near the slope. Someone holding a rod and lantern light was searching for something. The person kept on shouting something. As the person with lantern came closer and closer the light was getting brighter and brighter and the voice was getting louder and louder. Wait a moment. I have already heard this voice somewhere but I cannot recognize the person. Now, I can clearly hear the voice of the person with the lantern “Sheeda! My Beloved! Where are you?” Oh heaven! Oh earth! That’s my Master!!! It’s Him. Yes it’s Him. Wait a minute, did he call me “Beloved”?. Am I not a ‘betrayer or unlawful or undisciplined’? I looked up to see ‘Mr. Shadow of Death’. He was running as fast as he can to protect himself from the light of my Master Shepherd. The voice of my Master drew my attention towards him. “Sheeda! My Beloved! Where are you?” He was repeating the sentence again and again. I can now clearly see His face. Oh how desperate He is looking for me. I saw His eyes. There is no anger! No rage! It was fully filled will love and compassion. Now, as a deer longs for water, with all of my heart and strength I shouted “Master”. Hearing me, He stood still and lifted the lantern up. I can see the joy in His face after seeing me. In that moment he did a thing that I never expected from Him. He kept the rod and lantern aside and ran towards me. What an amazing love he has for me. By the time he reached me, he was bleeding. The thorns that pierced me pierced him too. But he was happy that he found me. He lifted me and removed all the thorns. I said “I am sorry. I didn’t listen to you”. He smiled and laid me on His shoulders and took me to His house and nursed my wounds. I was expecting Him to express His unhappiness about my betrayal. All the way long to Home, He never said anything like that. Instead He poured the oil and the wine into my wounds and tied them with bandages. He asked me to take rest. I asked him “Do you love me even now the same way you loved me a day before?” He smiled and said “I am the Good Shepherd. I came to give you life. I am the same yesterday, today, and forever.” “Can I be in your team again?” I asked again. He laughed and said “You are always with me because I chose you to be”. I can see the joy and satisfaction in His face. The joy in His face reflected in my heart. That joy I felt was the greatest thing I have ever had in my life. The beautiful and aromatic flowers are no were close to this joy. Now, my Master Shepherd went out and called His neighbors for a party. They asked him “What is the party for?” He said “I found my Beloved Sheeda again”. On hearing this, my eyes were filled with tears of joy and ecstasy. I shouted in joy “There is no one like Thee. There is nothing like Thy love”. He came in and put me in His shoulders and started to celebrate the party. I started to sing with joy “The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.” It was joy all over the village thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; Talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-6173774462790665275?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/6173774462790665275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=6173774462790665275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/6173774462790665275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/6173774462790665275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-my-master.html' title='That’s my Master!!! - Part 2'/><author><name>HIS son</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUu450yEPaw/SQGgO_eGraI/AAAAAAAAADs/sXDkdwB6uWU/s72-c/shepherd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-6040370203595797902</id><published>2008-09-04T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:19:37.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run in such a way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUu450yEPaw/SL-oGa9nFBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LhuutNORAKc/s1600-h/run1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242093319552963602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUu450yEPaw/SL-oGa9nFBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LhuutNORAKc/s200/run1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; American Wallace Spearmon (Last from left) crossed the line in third place in 19.95 but was disqualified for running out of his lane and team-mate Shawn Crawford, who ran 19.96 was promoted to the bronze medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="post-9451"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was celebrating along with Bolt — even picking up his friend — carrying the American flag around the track for several minutes after the race and was shocked when an official told him of the DQ. Spearmon’s shocking disqualification, courtesy of the Associated Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have just now come out of Olympic fever, Spearmon is one of the 200 mts finalist whom I remember. Having practiced so hard for four years, spending his time, energy, and money for this one great moment, and finally disqualified ??!!! How would you react to that???&lt;br /&gt;He was literally dancing and leaping with joy only to hear from an official that he was Disqualified. He ran hard, he finished the race but in vain. He didn't run in a way he will get the price. Paul says&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“Run in such a way as to get the prize” 1 Corinthians 9:24.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;We all run a race. There will be a final day on which we will receive the prize not from men but from God Himself. So Run in such a way as to get the prize. Spearmon was disqualified because he crossed his lane. A slight overstepping cost him the race. So, let us be careful not to cross the limits and boundaries that God has set for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Run in such a way as to get the prize...1 Corinthians 9:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-6040370203595797902?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/6040370203595797902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=6040370203595797902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/6040370203595797902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/6040370203595797902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2008/09/american-wallace-spearmon-last-from.html' title='Run in such a way...'/><author><name>HIS son</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUu450yEPaw/SL-oGa9nFBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LhuutNORAKc/s72-c/run1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-2688077742638976004</id><published>2008-03-17T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:16:39.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R959FsFyWBI/AAAAAAAAABc/36VmSvjeyQs/s1600-h/b2J.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178714158210897938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R959FsFyWBI/AAAAAAAAABc/36VmSvjeyQs/s200/b2J.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a journey of seven miles. But it seemed like 70 miles for the two. That was because they were disappointed and their hope was lost.&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t you felt the same when you walked back to home after a failure? The road seems long. The path seems tough. You don’t run. You don’t even walk but you crawl. Yes the road of disappointment is long. When your only hope is crushed your walk seems tough.&lt;br /&gt;That is what exactly happened to Cleopas and his friend as they walked along the road to Emmaus from Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;Look at their face. They were sad and downcast.&lt;br /&gt;Hear their words as they say “But &lt;strong&gt;we were hoping&lt;/strong&gt; that it was He Who would redeem and set Israel free”&lt;br /&gt;“They &lt;strong&gt;were&lt;/strong&gt; hoping”. So now their hope is gone. So they started walking back to their old place from Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;These two disciples were hoping that Jesus would save Israel, but when Jesus died, their Hope was gone. So from the protected, holy city of God, they walked down the path of disappointment to their old lives.&lt;br /&gt;We all walk such road, isn’t it? One disappointment and we show our back to God. When our Hope is lost we start walking back the road of disappointment and we tend to go back to our old lives.&lt;br /&gt;But this evening as I read this passage I saw what I didn’t see all these days.&lt;br /&gt;As these disciples were walking back with shattered hope, they were not alone. Because the 15th verse tells us “Jesus Himself caught up with them and was already accompanying them.&lt;br /&gt;Did you see that word? No? Ok one more chance...&lt;br /&gt;Now read the sentence slowly&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Himself caught up with them and was &lt;strong&gt;already&lt;/strong&gt; accompanying them. (That word is highlightedJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the Word is “Already”&lt;br /&gt;Oh how wonderful is our Lord. He was already walking down the road of disappointment with them even before they saw him.&lt;br /&gt;May be today the road that you are walking is tough, but remember He is “Already” walking with you. Not only He walked with them, but he changed their direction of journey. He changed their disappointing journey into a journey of Hope. Look at this verse “And rising up that very hour, they went back to Jerusalem”.&lt;br /&gt;A few hours back they were walking away from Jerusalem, but after Jesus walked with them and talked with them they were walking towards Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;A few hours back they were disappointed, but now they were filled with Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever may be the road you are traveling and whatever may be the distance you are away from the city of Hope, the One who walked still walks and the One who talked still talks. See Him and Hear Him. Your life won’t be the same again. Theirs weren’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Luke 24:15 And while they were conversing and discussing together, Jesus Himself caught up with them and was already accompanying them. (Amplified Bible)&lt;br /&gt;Luke 24:33 And rising up that very hour, they went back to Jerusalem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-2688077742638976004?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/2688077742638976004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=2688077742638976004' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/2688077742638976004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/2688077742638976004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-jerusalem.html' title='Back to Jerusalem'/><author><name>HIS son</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R959FsFyWBI/AAAAAAAAABc/36VmSvjeyQs/s72-c/b2J.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-8303580218721329356</id><published>2008-03-10T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:54:20.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R9YeGcFyWAI/AAAAAAAAABU/VEyP1x3ZfIs/s1600-h/vision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176357917677475842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R9YeGcFyWAI/AAAAAAAAABU/VEyP1x3ZfIs/s200/vision.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I have read some where that for an article to be interesting; the first paragraph should be attractive.&lt;br /&gt;But I really don’t know how to start this one. Well, I write whatever comes to mind. Should I write about Love or should it be on faith. May be I will write about grace of God. Since Good Friday is nearing we will learn about cross. Uhhh. I don’t know how it is going end. Hmmm I know we are going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading without quitting. I was just joking. But I think I made my point. How would it be if I write an article with no clear purpose or clear Vision?&lt;br /&gt;It would be a waste of time for both of us and you would be bored and you will quit reading. So how would be if we live a life with no clear purpose or Vision.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a waste of time and you would be bored and you will want to quit life.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no vision, the people perish… this is a familiar verse from the bible for most of us. In other words without knowing the purpose of life we would perish.&lt;br /&gt;How do you know the purpose of life?&lt;br /&gt;Once I got a gift, which I didn’t know how to use. I didn’t know what it was meant for. I received so many comments on how to use it or what it was meant for. Most of the comments were wrong. So I read the instructions provided by the manufacturer on how to use it and what was it meant for. Only then could I enjoy the gift.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift from God. Most of the times we don’t know how to use it. We don’t the purpose of our life. We get so many comments on what the purpose of our life is. Your purpose in life is to become an engineer. Your purpose in life is to earn more many. Your purpose is to ….. . Your purpose is to...&lt;br /&gt;The comments go on. But only the creator knows why he created you. Only he knows why he created a particular passion in you. Only he knows why you were born in India. Only he knows why he gave you that particular job…ONLY HE KNOWS.&lt;br /&gt;To know his purpose for you, you have to read the instructions. And when you start living according to His instructions or His WORD you start knowing the purpose of life and naturally fulfilling it.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, to know your Vision, You must know His Word. And to know His Word, you must Know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Where there is no vision, the people perish - Proverbs 29:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-8303580218721329356?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/8303580218721329356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=8303580218721329356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/8303580218721329356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/8303580218721329356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2008/03/vision.html' title='Vision'/><author><name>HIS son</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R9YeGcFyWAI/AAAAAAAAABU/VEyP1x3ZfIs/s72-c/vision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-8708470426842817835</id><published>2008-03-03T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T04:58:01.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed Doors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R8v1Y0d_UhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wSPSTadBl2s/s1600-h/closed+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173498403715240466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R8v1Y0d_UhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wSPSTadBl2s/s200/closed+door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bang! Bang! Bang!&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the sound of door that closes? I believe every one of us have heard it. Many of us have been behind closed doors. Some of you are still behind one. Doors of guilt, doors of rejection, doors of hatred, doors of sickness, doors of broken relationships, doors of broken hopes and shattered dreams and the list never end.&lt;br /&gt;You are shameful of the past and fearful of the future.&lt;br /&gt;No joy. No peace. No hope. Closed Doors!!!&lt;br /&gt;They are hard to deal and hard to heal. May be you tried to open them with your friends, with entertainment, with your soul mate, with your job, with your knowledge and you failed. (None of these keys suits)&lt;br /&gt;I would like to turn your attention to a bunch of men who were behind a closed door. They lost their Hope. They were filled with fear. They were guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Yes their King was crucified. Yes their loyalties were tested. Yes they ran from the One who was their Hope. They betrayed Him. They had a heavy heart. They couldn’t forgive themselves. They couldn’t face themselves. How could they face their Master?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been there!&lt;br /&gt;Roaring and bold like a lion Once, Scared of the roaring lion Now.&lt;br /&gt;Running for God Once! Running from God Now!&lt;br /&gt;Bang! Bang! Bang! And suddenly you are behind the Closed Door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets come back to the those bunch of men behind the Closed door.&lt;br /&gt;As they were there in behind the door, Jesus came in. The door was still closed. But Jesus still could come in. Not to condemn them, not to scare them (though they were scared), not to prove them they are guilty (though all was right to do), but to say “Peace be with you” or be at peace with God again because I taken away your sins!!&lt;br /&gt;Today God enters your closed Door and pronounces these words to your trouble hearts “Peace be with you” because he is the Prince of peace.&lt;br /&gt;No door can stop Jesus! Not even the door of Grave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Next time you see a closed door, let it remind you of the Carpenter who walks through it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/em&gt;&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/20867424-8708470426842817835?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/8708470426842817835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=8708470426842817835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/8708470426842817835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/8708470426842817835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2008/03/closed-doors.html' title='Closed Doors...'/><author><name>HIS son</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R8v1Y0d_UhI/AAAAAAAAABM/wSPSTadBl2s/s72-c/closed+door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-2875258777522647311</id><published>2008-02-25T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:04:12.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang on to the (right) Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R8PHNPA5MdI/AAAAAAAAABE/ygyFoLddloc/s1600-h/hang2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171195827333968338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R8PHNPA5MdI/AAAAAAAAABE/ygyFoLddloc/s200/hang2.gif" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R8PGWPA5MbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A8ORlRPN6UA/s1600-h/hang1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171194882441163186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="225" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R8PGWPA5MbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A8ORlRPN6UA/s200/hang1.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Handle with Care. I am sure all of us have heard it or read it somewhere. We usually use this phrase when we handle some precious, brittle articles. For those articles, which when broken it is hard to bring it back to its original state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to handle different things in life. How we handle our failures and disappointments are very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to propose to you a new Law which I copied from the BIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It’s called Judas-Peter Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Law states &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“When you have failed your Master, and are guilty, you can go to a tree and hang yourself or you can go to the ONE who hung for you on the tree."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas betrayed the Lord once. Peter denied the Lord Thrice.&lt;br /&gt;Judas betrayed by kissing. Peter Denied by cursing&lt;br /&gt;Judas was bold enough to say that Jesus was his Master. Peter was fearful enough to deny that Jesus was not his Master.&lt;br /&gt;Both failed their Master. Both nailed their Master.&lt;br /&gt;Both wept bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;One wept bitterly and repented. Another wept bitterly and took his life.&lt;br /&gt;Both were guilty. Both had the same Master. Both followed their master closely and yet one went to the tree of hope and lived, while other went to a tree and died without hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same Mistake. Equal chances. But one chooses life and other death. One waited and other wasted. And Jesus came back to the one that waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember it’s never too late. You always have hope. Don’t give up. Wait and renew your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to restate that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“When you have failed your Master, and are guilty, you can either go to a tree and hang yourself or you can go to the ONE who hung for you on the tree and live.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-2875258777522647311?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/2875258777522647311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=2875258777522647311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/2875258777522647311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/2875258777522647311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2008/02/hang-on-to-right-tree.html' title='Hang on to the (right) Tree...'/><author><name>HIS son</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R8PHNPA5MdI/AAAAAAAAABE/ygyFoLddloc/s72-c/hang2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-6733876573407283904</id><published>2008-02-22T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:55:42.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Was There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R76mUvA5MZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SaW94WZ93T8/s1600-h/Following+Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169752297415717266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R76mUvA5MZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SaW94WZ93T8/s200/Following+Jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R76ly_A5MYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BsHIjjt2ciE/s1600-h/Following+Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when the water turned wine&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when the temple was cleared&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when people being baptized&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when the sinful women was turned to be a missionary&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when diseases were healed&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when blind saw, deaf heard, and lame walked&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when sins were forgiven&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when dead rose back to life&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when 5 loaves 2 fishes satisfied 5000 men&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when he saw Jesus praying&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when he saw Jesus was in Gethsemane&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when Peter cut Malchus’s ear&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when Christ hung on the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all these, you must notice John was THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was there when Christ was exalted and He was there when Christ was executed. He was there ALL the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible doesn’t mention John’s Doings. But it mentions John leanings.&lt;br /&gt;It mentions that John was there all the time with Jesus. Even when all the other disciples ran and hid, he stood beneath the cross in silence. No Great miracles done, no great sermon preached, no great boasting but just being by the side of Jesus was enough for John.&lt;br /&gt;He loved it and the Lord loved it too.&lt;br /&gt;What a great example for us. We are always focused on DOINGS. We DO and DO and DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have we learned to BE with Him all the time? Have we learned to Love Him?&lt;br /&gt;No matter whatever may be the situation have learned to BE with Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s Learn from John today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s do away with the DOINGS and begin to BE with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Don’t you hear Jesus say "You are worried and upset about many things, but ONLY ONE thing is needed?” - Luke 10:41-42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-6733876573407283904?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/6733876573407283904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=6733876573407283904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/6733876573407283904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/6733876573407283904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-was-there.html' title='He Was There...'/><author><name>HIS son</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R76mUvA5MZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SaW94WZ93T8/s72-c/Following+Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-3406357281252394917</id><published>2008-02-22T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:30:41.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job or Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R76jOfA5MXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/os2SRvxan8w/s1600-h/joj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169748891506651506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="251" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R76jOfA5MXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/os2SRvxan8w/s320/joj.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I was reading about a judge who had to judge a Judge (Didn’t come out tat well). It was interesting but disappointing. It was a case about a man, sorry God, sorry God-Man (That seems apt)&lt;br /&gt;Yes! you ve got it, it was about Jesus. Am talking to you about the trail of Jesus. Some one said it was Pilate who was facing the trail. True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilate had to make a decision. A choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilate had to choose between Truth and lie, Way and broad way, Life and death.&lt;br /&gt;In short, he had to choose between his JOB and JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that if he didn’t crucify Jesus, he had to crucify his Job. If he didn’t satisfy the crowd, they will throw him out of his job. And for him Jesus was not as important as His Job. Am I striking a cord in some ones heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this IT era, oh how we love our job. We are proud of it. We talk about it. We spend most of our time Jobbing (Didn’t get the correct word sorry!). Most of us live for our Job.&lt;br /&gt;Should we not love Jesus alone? Should we not be proud of Jesus alone? Should we not spend most of our time Jesussing? (Sorry couldn’t help it!). Should we not live for Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilate had to make a choice! Pilate tried 5 times to deliver Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was silent. The crowd said Crucify Him. I suppose the silence of Jesus was louder than the Crowd uproar. Bible says “Their” voice prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;In spite of knowing the truth, He chose not to choose and ultimately chose his Job over Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we too have a crowd saying Choose your Job. Honor it. Love it. Job is your life.&lt;br /&gt;But we have to choose. Don’t let your Job rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Pilate ever regret His decision? We don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for sure you will, if you don’t Choose Jesus over your Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Whom do you serve, Jesus or your Job?&lt;br /&gt;Remember you can only serve ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-3406357281252394917?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/3406357281252394917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=3406357281252394917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/3406357281252394917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/3406357281252394917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2008/02/job-or-jesus.html' title='Job or Jesus'/><author><name>HIS son</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUu450yEPaw/R76jOfA5MXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/os2SRvxan8w/s72-c/joj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-116912578602088175</id><published>2007-01-18T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T05:09:46.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stabbed To Soar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/1600/742048/stabbingthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/320/612388/stabbingthumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I stood tall in my balcony, one of the highest places in our street, my heart was at its lowest point ever in my life. Yet another defeat, yet another damaged dream…..it was unbearable. My heart was “filled” with grief and my eyes with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anguish started to turn in to anger as I thought all about the defeats I have been through. Some body is working against me always I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody has always worked against me and spoiled my plan time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As these thoughts saturated my mind I said to myself I will find him and put an end to him…..&lt;br /&gt;So I started searching for that person……&lt;br /&gt;Would he be my neighbor who always fights against me... ?&lt;br /&gt;Would he be my friend who betrayed me…?&lt;br /&gt;Would pastor who is always strict with his judgment against me... ?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be my family members who knew all my plans and never encouraged me... ?&lt;br /&gt;And the list went on……..but I couldn’t really figure out who it was…..&lt;br /&gt;As I came back to my room, suddenly I found a person running out of my room…Since it was dark I couldn’t identify him….I began to run after him as he ran down the stair case down into the street. I caught hold of him after a desperate chase. He was masked.&lt;br /&gt;Before unmasking him…I wondered who it was….&lt;br /&gt;It was “ME MYSELF”……….Shocked???&lt;br /&gt;Yes I myself was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Shocked as ever, I began to ask ME MY real SELF….&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one who works on the mission of shattering my dreams??&lt;br /&gt;Yes was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;As light expels the darkness his ‘yes’ expelled my ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I realized that My greatest plan of success can be destroyed by just one person ….’ME’…….I understood that nobody else can stop me from what I wanted to achieve except ME&lt;br /&gt;I took a knife stabbed my greatest enemy ….MY SELF&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was painful………..but never again it will…&lt;br /&gt;He died and I began to “live really”………………………………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-116912578602088175?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116912578602088175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116912578602088175' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116912578602088175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116912578602088175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2007/01/stabbed-to-soar.html' title='Stabbed To Soar'/><author><name>HIS son</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-116790461103790016</id><published>2007-01-04T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:56:51.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grip of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/1600/773720/grip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/200/408171/grip2.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi Folks! New Year Greetings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Just completed a giant leap over the year 2006. Let me take a deep breathe. When I turn back and see the past year “Oh what a mess”. Last year I have went through lots of sufferings, lots and lots of pain, lots of missed opportunities, lots and lots of backslidings. It took all my strength to leap over all these sorrows and pains. Oh what a messed up year it had been. It took me 365 days to realize what a year is all about. When I look out the positive side of the year, I amazed of my greater abilities to handle the pressure and people.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh how I have managed my personal works”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh how I have managed my official works”&lt;br /&gt;                                       “Oh how I have managed my ministry works”&lt;br /&gt;By thinking the above I thought to pat myself. To do so, I tried to lift my hands and pat myself. Oh no! I can’t move my hands!! What’s going on? I looked down and around, it seemed my hands were bonded. Suddenly some one said to look up and I did the same.&lt;br /&gt;A hand wounded by nails holding and lifting my hands. I shouted “who is this?”&lt;br /&gt;I heard a voice “its &lt;strong&gt;My GRIP OF GRACE&lt;/strong&gt; son”……. and the voice continued&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; “I will never leave you nor forsake you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At that moment, I realized it not my achievements, experiences, knowledge, wealth, self, which helped me to leap the last year. It is His sufficient Grace that made it possible.&lt;br /&gt;I shouted back in Joy “Lord! Your loving-kindness is better than life”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true friends! Years may come years may go! But &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;His Grace is sufficient for us&lt;/span&gt; every day in this New Year!!! Have a blessed New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-116790461103790016?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116790461103790016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116790461103790016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116790461103790016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116790461103790016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2007/01/grip-of-grace.html' title='Grip of Grace'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-116790322422508136</id><published>2007-01-04T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:33:44.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Wishes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/1600/402337/year-2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/320/784897/year-2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “Don’t ask what the Lord will do for you this new year but ask yourself what you will do for the Lord this new year” the pastor repeated his statement in a soft but stern voice. These were the words that sank deep inside my heart at this New Year service. As these soft words became stronger and stronger, I really didn’t know what the Lord wanted me to do for HIM. When I said lord I don’t know what to do for you, He gave me this verse“Come and listen to My counselI’ll share My heart with youAnd make you wise”Yes the Creator wants to share his heart with his creation. Do you know the Lord longs to share His heart with you? He looks for someone who can share His burden. He is not looking for your ability but your availability. This new year make a decision to sit at his feet and listen to him. As you listen to him sharing his heart, you become wise because he has become our wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;“Come and Listen” says the Lord……will you respond to his longing call??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-116790322422508136?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116790322422508136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116790322422508136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116790322422508136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116790322422508136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-wishes_04.html' title='New Year Wishes!!!'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-116600785654894550</id><published>2006-12-13T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:04:16.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS CHRIST THERE IN MY CHRISTMAS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/1600/365980/christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/200/127629/christmas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t is Christmas season again. The atmosphere is so intoxicating that we are so much captivated by the stars and angels, carols and cakes, and all the commercial trails that come with the season. These aesthetic additions that has gained more prominence in the recent centuries has more or less effectively eclipsed the reality of Christmas. Christmas is a joyous season, only for us. But let us go centuries back and walk the streets with Joseph, the caring carpenter. He knocks door to door, pleading that someone would just give a place to lay his fully pregnant wife. The doors are shut. There is so much desperation and agony for the husband to see his wife writhing in pain on a donkey. Somehow he rushes into an abandoned cattle shed and makes just enough space for Mary to give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maker of the whole world, the Hands which flung stars into space is now slipping out into this sinful world in the bitter cold , into the arms of His heavenly Father. How true David wrote that Your hands held me when I came from my mother's womb. It was true that angels sang glad tidings of great joy, shepherds and wise man came and celebrated the baby Jesus. It was a prophetic proclamation. After the time they left it was not so wonderful and lovely for Joseph and Mary. There were no diapers, no milk powder there was stinging cold, the wailing mothers whose little sons were getting killed. No no it was not at all wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God chose a simple and a very poor family to send His only begotten Son. I think poverty is one of the most painful plight on this earth. A little child denied of her bread for lack of money, a small lad standing at the door of a school with eyes full of longing to learn. Poverty is surely very cruel. Jesus right from the place of birth suffered poverty. When Jesus was taken to temple his poor parents could only offer two turtle doves as a sin offering for their son, instead of a lamb.(And if the mother is not able to bring a lamb, then she may bring two turtle doves or two young pigeons- one as a burnt offering and the other as a sin offering. Leviticus12,8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knows what it is to suffer, what it is to work hard to eat bread, what it is to be rejected even as a little lad and to suffer reproach. All the thirty three and a half years He lived as a Son of Man was not easy for Him. Very rarely He bares his soul and we catch a glimpse of His heart ache. With a faint smile Jesus replies, " Foxes have holes, birds have nests but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head." He wanders homeless, misunderstood , rejected, abandoned, yet loved everyone of us with that same passion that made Him gladly bear the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ did not live this earth in luxury or did he ever attend any fabulous Christmas parties, but why today even Christians have made Christmas time a mere season of singing, giving and reveling. Jesus died to save us and be partakers of that Great Joy. If our Christmas would be only feeling good with singing, eating and visiting orphanages and graciously feeding Biryani, then somewhere we have missed Jesus Christ. Real Christmas is making Jesus happy and the whole heaven rejoices when a sinner repents. Do you know Christmas is the best time to reach the unreached? Instead of running round and round in our circles, let us reach our unreached brothers and sisters. Let us witness Christ being born in their hearts, that is real Christmas. Jesus is still walking homeless looking for a heart that will house Him. He is still knocking. Do you hear what I hear……?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus, be born in me, rest your head in my heart Lord. There is room in my heart for you Lord Jesus. Let my eyes be fixed on you and may my life be pleasing in your sight. Be glorified in my life this special season. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laura, Trichy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-116600785654894550?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116600785654894550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116600785654894550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116600785654894550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116600785654894550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-christ-there-in-my-christmas.html' title='IS CHRIST THERE IN MY CHRISTMAS?'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-116540211264143363</id><published>2006-12-06T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:48:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes……</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/1600/566123/echoes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/200/136153/echoes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;choes …what are they? They teach us an important lesson in life. Echo, to define it in simple words, is nothing but a reply that repeats what has just been said. Once I had been to a foot of a mountain. It was not my routine to go to a solitary place like that. It was the pressures of life, the heart breaking words, the rejections, the dejections that took me to the bottom of the mountain. As I sat down beneath a tree, tears rolled down my cheek. As I sat there thinking I was alone and free from all whom I hated, it was not so. All those painful words that were spoken came rushing back to my mind and filled them. Broken totally I just cried out in real pain in a loud voice saying "I hate you" and without missing a beat I got the reply from the mountain "I hate you". Yes it was an echo, an echo of life!!It was then it dawned to my soul that was darkened with hatred and anger that "Whatever you sow you reap" Suddenly a peace filled my heart. I stood up and started walking back home. Yes I ll face the same persons again, but I was not the same. I was determined to sow the seeds of love, forgiveness, and encouragements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-116540211264143363?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116540211264143363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116540211264143363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116540211264143363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116540211264143363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/12/echoes.html' title='Echoes……'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-116530257863893943</id><published>2006-12-04T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:11:40.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill it Before it Kills You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/1600/633035/Pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/200/569529/Pride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enjoy reading stories and enjoy much more in narrating them to my friends. Yesterday night I heard a story that opened my eyes to see my “self”. I thought I would share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arena was packed with people. It was a wrestling championship final. People became rambunctious and out of hand as the match entered the last round. At these final moments came the last blow from the 4 times champion that landed powerfully on the opponent. It was a blow of victory to one and a blow a defeat to another. It was a blow of pride. As the opponent collapsed on the ground, the 5th time champion was seated on the mountain of praise. After the celebrations were over, as the champion walked back to his room, he was interrupted by an old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My son congratulations on yours success. You are a good fighter” said the old man. But one thing son the old man continued….Though you have won the championship for the 5th time you are still the second best fighter…..as he said these words he pointed out to a statue of a ancient fighter and said “He is the first and if he was alive now he would have broken your knees in just one blow……hmmm you’re the second best” Sharing his comments, the old man started walking. Thousands of praise that he had received a few moments ago vanished because of just one statement………As the old man started vanishing from the champions eyes his words got louder than ever in his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night as the heavy weight champion went to his bed with a heavy heart….he could not sleep. He got up and went to the arena driven by his pride…How could I be the second best he thought. As he came before the statue he started a monologue. Are you a great fighter? Come on fight me. You look like some clown in the circus and you want me to believe you are a best fighter. Have you ever seen me fight?&lt;br /&gt;I am the champion ….I am the champion. Uhh would you break my knee…come on do it. As his volcano of pride started exploding, he caught hold of the knee of the statue and broke it. Alas!! The statue fell on him and killed him!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that the statue killed him?? No, it was his pride that really killed him.&lt;br /&gt;Yes my friends pride can kill us!! Pride is hard to diagnose. It is a silent killer.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, it was a thought of pride that created the devil and today in your life a thought of pride can create a devil within you. But how can I be humble?? Can reading a book on humility break your pride?? Once someone asked me “What was the last book you read” “Humility” by Peter Wagner I said pride fully. Reading a book can never make you humble. But reviewing the Saviors life Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the Savior. The hands that shaped the universe wash the feet of the disciples. The Master becoming the Servant. Creator cleansing the creation’s feet. Can’t you hear his voice that says if anyone wants to be a greatest let him be a slave.&lt;br /&gt;Look at Him. Learn from Him. Do you think you have no strength to do that? Lean on Him. He’ll help you… but Kill the pride before it kills you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-116530257863893943?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116530257863893943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116530257863893943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116530257863893943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116530257863893943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/12/kill-it-before-it-kills-you.html' title='Kill it Before it Kills You...'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-116505667179411667</id><published>2006-12-02T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T03:18:26.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Love of Jesus………….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/1600/69023/cross%20of%20jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/2102/200/162302/cross%20of%20jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; actually wanted to write an article on the love of God. As I started thinking about His love I got lost in His love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh How He loves me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours I still have only two sentences written in my article. Yes !! How can I write about His love that is infinite, boundless, limitless, and unconditional…&lt;br /&gt;The word of God says “…………&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;how wide and long and high and deep&lt;br /&gt;the love of Christ is. All Christians should know that. I ask God that you may know the love of Christ which is more than we can ever know&lt;/span&gt;……(Ephesians 3:18-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can completely explain the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;Any body wants to understand the love of God? I can’t explain that to you……but I can take you to Somebody who can explain God’s love to you. Want to meet Him??&lt;br /&gt;Come let us go for a hike to the mount where He is…. to the mount of skull. Now can you see the three crosses? Fix your eyes on the Cross at the centre. Yes I mean on that disfigured person, at the center. He can explain to you..&lt;br /&gt;Explain what?&lt;br /&gt;The love of God…&lt;br /&gt;But what’s He doing here hanging on the Cross between two thieves…&lt;br /&gt;Explaining the love of God&lt;br /&gt;Explaining the love of God??? But why is He dying?&lt;br /&gt;Still don’t you understand………( Suddenly the conversation is interrupted by a voice that said “&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It is Finished&lt;/span&gt;”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear Him?&lt;br /&gt;Yes….but what was finished??&lt;br /&gt;His work&lt;br /&gt;What was His Work?&lt;br /&gt;To pass the message of God that God loves Man and He loves you and me to the extend that He gave His only Son to die for you and me……….Thats Love …love of God&lt;br /&gt;Die for me……..( Selah)……(Turns back and walks……)&lt;br /&gt;Hey where are you going………&lt;br /&gt;He died for me …….. Am going to live for Him!!!!!!!!! was the reply…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love Jesus……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-116505667179411667?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116505667179411667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116505667179411667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116505667179411667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116505667179411667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-love-of-jesus.html' title='Oh the Love of Jesus………….'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-116472063829744571</id><published>2006-11-28T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T06:17:15.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filled to Spill………..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/2102/1600/anger3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/2102/200/anger3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would like to bring to your focus a five letter word, which is everybody’s property. The proportions vary but the property is the same. It affects the person giving it and also the person receiving it. It never builds anything but breaks everything. It is so easy to give but hard to receive. It is easily kindled but hard to put down.&lt;br /&gt;Any guess??…………. Ok let me give some more clues.&lt;br /&gt;It is a strong expression of a weak character. ………..&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok I will tell u the answer... I can see u already yelling at me in ANGER……….yes the word I would like to bring to your focus is ANGER……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always relate anger as a reaction to somebody else’s action…..well that’s not true. Let me explain that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a glass and fill it with milk. Now tilt the glass. What happens?? (Question seems simple) Don’t be angry come on answer me……..Yes the milk spills down.&lt;br /&gt;But why does milk spill out why not apple juice, stones, drainage water come out…..Come on don’t be angry answer me……..Well you are right…since the glass was filled with milk initially, it spills out milk when tilted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true with ANGER….it is not because someone tilts your life you are angry but because you are filled with it. The word of God says &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;“The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true …whatever you store in your heart will come out. If you are filled with love no matter when others tilt, break, and push your life….all that will come out is love.&lt;br /&gt;So whenever you get angry don’t say …bcoz he did that to me I got angry or bcoz they broke my heart I was angry but always remember that you ve still got anger that needs to be cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;Be filled with the love of God and u can only spill words and actions of love when you are treated badly….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-116472063829744571?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116472063829744571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116472063829744571' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116472063829744571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116472063829744571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/11/filled-to-spill.html' title='Filled to Spill………..'/><author><name>HIS son</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20867424.post-116375574476603617</id><published>2006-11-17T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T05:59:50.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/2102/1600/56502081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/2102/320/56502081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all travel for some reason or the other. We travel to office, to shop, to relatives home, to see your loving grandfather, and some travel without any reason. In this busy fast moving world, traveling has become as normal as breathing. May be as you read this you say “Well, am old, I do not travel any more”. Well I do agree that you do not travel physically… but that doesn’t deny the fact that of your traveling spiritually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of us are just travelers on their journey on earth. You may ‘think’ I am settled on earth forever…… well your thinking doesn’t change the truth. But, you say I ‘feel’ the earth is my home……… well am afraid …… all I can say is don’t trust your feelings because your feeling change every day. But you can always trust the unchanging word of God, which says we are citizens of heaven!!! And we all need to go back to our homeland (heaven) through death’s doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I can see you nodding your head in agreement. But, I also could hear some of you whisper… my travel is tiring and I feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I and my friend had to return home after attending a meeting. We had to board a train that will take us through a journey of 10 hours. As we came to the station, my thoughts of boarding the train derailed. The platform was already packed with people. I almost felt like dropping out the plan of traveling. I thought I ll stay back. As I was submerged in these thoughts I heard my friend crying out at me “Come on get into the train…we have to go home.” “HOME!!!” My heart rejoiced as I heard this four letter word. Even as I pushed aside the thoughts of staying back, I started pushing myself through the crowd, towards the train. And there I was in the train physically, but at home mentally. We just got two upper birth seats which were already occupied by 2 persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to adjust with those travelers. We couldn’t move or get down as our compartment was filled with passengers. Half way through, again I wanted to quit traveling. “Its tiring and its exhausting” I thought. But then, I received a phone call from my father. “We are all waiting for you” my father said. I told him how tiring my journey is and I felt like quitting. “Come home and take rest” my father reassured. Gripping on to his comforting words, I reached home. As I saw my father and other family members I never spoke about the tiring journey but instead we were enjoying our reunion. My tiredness, my pain, my frustration, and weakness were gone. Why? Absolutely true!! I was at HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a reflection of our heavenward journey!! So never give up in life. Though in life’s journey you ll have pain, frustrations, weakness… it all be gone as we reach our real HOME and we ll find permanent rest for our soul as we see our heavenly FATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;“Come home and take rest” says the FATHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So never give up ………Come let’s travel home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Let &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-116375574476603617?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116375574476603617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116375574476603617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116375574476603617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116375574476603617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/11/journey.html' title='The Journey…'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-116316460972591644</id><published>2006-11-10T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:04:22.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Father; Can I Be Your Son!!</title><content type='html'>May the Mercy Lord&lt;br /&gt;Deserve the greeting on the start,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was started as a ray&lt;br /&gt;And now am in a bay&lt;br /&gt;Cooking your sites through the system tray;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew my heart&lt;br /&gt;Although sins filled it a lart&lt;br /&gt;And now to be eradicated as sort;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts wore a dark weather&lt;br /&gt;Thy called me to be on your nether&lt;br /&gt;Fly now as of a feather;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half attached two decades was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; giggling&lt;br /&gt;Unproperly mannered &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; still mingling&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;; clearly protected in the heart of my sibling;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name ever meant the same&lt;br /&gt;Ever there is a drown in the fame&lt;br /&gt;In the follower's life of game;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa.... the biggest Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Thy praises continue as the countless paddy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your plus indicates the positive&lt;br /&gt;Thy presence in the worli be lucrative;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, hold the shortened hands of this child&lt;br /&gt;Coz my holdings may not be&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------power-throning; instead mild.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Hey EARTHED sins, seek the glory in name of 'THE FATHER'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Srinivasn V.M.&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/20867424-116316460972591644?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/116316460972591644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=116316460972591644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116316460972591644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/116316460972591644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-father-can-i-be-your-son.html' title='Hey Father; Can I Be Your Son!!'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-115650733376533705</id><published>2006-08-25T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T06:00:02.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MISTERY UNFOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MISTERY UNFOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;came down&lt;br /&gt;leaving His throne&lt;br /&gt;To a small town&lt;br /&gt;rejecting His crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels began mourning&lt;br /&gt;because He was their king&lt;br /&gt;But the reason after learning&lt;br /&gt;they began to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was betrayed when kissed&lt;br /&gt;by is own disciple&lt;br /&gt;Who narrowly missed&lt;br /&gt;the great job of apostle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was beaten and insulted&lt;br /&gt;for our own deeds&lt;br /&gt;By people whose heart never melted&lt;br /&gt;at His loving deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on His way to Calvary&lt;br /&gt;for the sins of this world&lt;br /&gt;Though His body went weary&lt;br /&gt;never His desire for u went cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With His hands being nailed&lt;br /&gt;He hung between two thieves&lt;br /&gt;Oh! the one to be hailed&lt;br /&gt;In His indescribable grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though He was bleeding&lt;br /&gt;like a lamb that was slain&lt;br /&gt;Following the father who was guiding&lt;br /&gt;never minding His terrible pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this very moment&lt;br /&gt;He came down&lt;br /&gt;So He never did lament&lt;br /&gt;nor did He mourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave His soul&lt;br /&gt;into the hands of thy father&lt;br /&gt;Yes! This was His ultimate call&lt;br /&gt;what else could he have down further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth began to shake&lt;br /&gt;unable to hold Him&lt;br /&gt;The sun hid its face&lt;br /&gt;convicted to see Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through death He won&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate victory!&lt;br /&gt;The is no more power for sin&lt;br /&gt;He made clear the mistery! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Let &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-115650733376533705?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/115650733376533705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=115650733376533705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/115650733376533705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/115650733376533705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/08/mistery-unfold.html' title='THE MISTERY UNFOLD'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-115590637275846514</id><published>2006-08-18T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:01:07.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS ARE FRIENDS FOREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well this is the season of remembering and celebrating friendships. One of the most beautiful relationships in this life is undoubtedly friendship. Friends don’t dictate your life, they share, laugh, cry, fight with you and you love every bit of it. Friendships don’t tie you down like blood ties say parents or spouses. But it is a life time commitment for those who value and treasure friendships. Even years apart, you can still feel the same joy when you meet a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me with so many wonderful friends and very often I used to wonder why. In my life, the exclusive slot of my best friend is only for Jesus. Once, I was in a very painful situation, all alone, and a big crowd pouncing on me. I felt so miserable, I fell on my knees, and prayed, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Lord you said I’ll be your friend (John15, 14),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; now be my only friend. From then on He was my real friend. Believe me , I tell Him all my darkest secrets, cry only to Him, walk with Him, He was with me in the valley of death and till now He has never left me though many times I had been unfaithful to Him. Jesus Himself is my model of how to be a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be surprised to know that Jesus’ special friends were fisher men, tax collectors, drunkards, prostitutes. They loved Him because He did not condemn but He always said, I came to save sinners and only a sick man needs a doctor. When you have Jesus as your friend you will not condemn friends who are addicted but you will show the love of Jesus. That does not mean you should approve of their acts but be a silent witness of the Power of Christ to release them from bondage. I have friends not accepted by the society (who booze and fag etc) they feel comfortable with me, because I do not condemn them and they know that I neither do approve. I have sat with them, struggling through certain bondages and prayed with them and some of my friends have been so miraculously released or healed by the wonderful power of Jesus. I am still praying for many and I firmly believe the Lord will touch their lives and set them free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this day, remember your treasured friends pray for them, thank God for them. Don’t commercialize friendship day. Don’t be demanding just let them go, let them come to you when they need you. Above all start a dynamic friendship with Jesus, your quality of friendship with others will drastically improve. There will be an overwhelming love you can never explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dear Jesus on this day I give my hand to your outstretched hand in the eternal bond of your friendship. Be my friend now and forevermore. You are the best friend I can ever have. Thanks for accepting me as your friend. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;- Laura, Trichy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&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/20867424-115590637275846514?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/115590637275846514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=115590637275846514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/115590637275846514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/115590637275846514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends-are-friends-forever.html' title='FRIENDS ARE FRIENDS FOREVER'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-115590343433403487</id><published>2006-08-18T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T05:17:14.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stones in Our Life</title><content type='html'>Sam was a civil engineer in a well reputed construction company. He lives with his parents in a well furnished home. But Sam was totally vexed over the things happening around him for past two months. Almost all the days he was cornered by his situations and all of them were critical. His family needs more money, his office needs more productivity, and his friends’ need more time. He was wondering what God was doing over there, letting him suffer like this. He simply not able to bear the pain he was going on. One day he was totally out of control with all the things happening around. He was not even interested in going back to home, so he went to the roof of an unfinished building and started murmuring against God for He has forsaken him. Doing this continuously Sam forgot the time; it was almost 10 pm. Sam started running down stairs and shocked on finding the doors to the ground floor were locked. He realized that security had locked the doors and gone down. He started shouting in full throat and found no response. Suddenly Sam got an idea and ran to the roof top and tried to call the people moving on the road to help him. He also tried some sign languages which he known to communicate. This attempt also failed. After a brief thinking a spark glowed in the mind of Sam. He took a 5 rupee coin threw down to the road so that people walking may turn their attention toward him. Now, a young man down the road find a 5 rupee coin falling before him, immediately he ran towards it and turn around and find no one, so walked happily. Then an old woman, an old man, and a kid did the same thing but no one looked above. Sam was astonished and ridiculed the ignorance of the people. With uncontrollable anger he threw a large brick down the road, now all of them walking in the road immediately looked above and started to shouting against him. Some said he was a mad, some said he was going to die, finally one came and asked what do you want from us? Sam now got his temper back and said he was locked in the upstairs. Then they helped him to get away from there. On the way to home Sam realized one truth, that God allows such stones in our life to remember Him. We often receive blessings from God and forget Him, so we receive very few stones to remember Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us praise and thank God for all the happenings of our life, it may be joyful or sorrowful never mind, because our God watches over us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-115590343433403487?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/115590343433403487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=115590343433403487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/115590343433403487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/115590343433403487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/08/stones-in-our-life.html' title='Stones in Our Life'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-114863421000548809</id><published>2006-05-26T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T02:08:45.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Search me O God and know my heart; try me and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me and lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Psalm 139,23,24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I heard about some young men from good Christian homes, totally confused in their thinking and always preoccupied with some thought or the other distracting them from the right track. “Thought” area is the least discussed topic though it is the most important. Sin does not begin with the act of sinning i.e. Eve biting the apple, but at the very moment she decided to eat. See how crucial your thoughts are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when we look around the world is filled with trash and they come in such colours that we gaze and gaze somehow allowing them to enter inside. How often do we check the contents of our mind? What preoccupies our mind? Thoughts which seem so harmless may become very dangerous. The mind is the main battlefield. So you should be careful what you feed inside. Another important truth is that we cannot control our minds though philosophers say that. Either we submit our thoughts willingly, captive and obedient to Christ or the world can fill our mind with ugly fantasies. It is a choice which you should individually make. Read the verse above and make it your prayer too. Allow the Lord to inspect your thoughts and pull out what is damaging. Confess the verse below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, the have divine power to demolish strongholds&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;em&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;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;II Cor 10.3-5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;memorize it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To make your heart pure hide verses in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Psalm119: 9,11.&lt;/strong&gt; The more you fill your heart with verses the more evil thoughts will leave you. When someone wants to argue about your faith DO NOT ARGUE. If they are genuinely interested then share what the Lord has done for you. Show them that Jesus is so very real and alive for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have problem with fantasizing or thinking ideas which are not real ask the Lord to help you and be honest about your desire. Submit your thoughts to Him and He will deliver you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord we willingly lay our minds before you, try them test them, purify them. In Jesus name, Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-114863421000548809?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/114863421000548809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=114863421000548809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/114863421000548809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/114863421000548809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/05/think-of-thoughts.html' title='Think of Thoughts'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-114733703926284267</id><published>2006-05-11T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T06:04:26.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Good</title><content type='html'>Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;Another month, another day, God's mercies are unending. See what Nahum says. The Lord is good, He is the strength and stronghold in the days of trouble and He knows those who take refuge and trust in Him. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Nahum 1:7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How so very reassuring to know that the Lord knowseach one of us personally. Even though we are constantly lamenting that no one cares for me, no one needs me, we ignore the fact that the Lord constantly remembers us, He always cares for us, needs us and He waits that we would sit at His feet and gaze into His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes let us turn our eyes from the world and look into the eyes of one who never slumbers nor sleeps and always watches over us. Then we would be the one who would be reaching out to the hopeless, caring for the uncared we would forget that we needed them when we start giving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more it flows out the more we will be filled. So let us look to the Lord who knows us and reflects the light of His eyes to the darkened world around us. God be with you throughout this month and forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Let &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talk&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/20867424-114733703926284267?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/114733703926284267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=114733703926284267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/114733703926284267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/114733703926284267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/05/god-is-good.html' title='God is Good'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-114612439700093483</id><published>2006-04-27T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T06:10:28.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials to Train you for Triumphs</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting 2 u in His Mighty Name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is what I learned as I walked along lifes road and hope it will help u all in some point in ur life. Friends as u have passed thro' a season of suffering and stand beyond it, there ought to be new light in ur eye, a new glow in ur face, a new gentleness in ur touch, a new sweetness in ur voice, a new hope in ur heart and a new consecration in ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the river of sorrows there is a promised land. No grief 4 the present seems joyous yet afterward it leads 2 blessing. There is a rich possible good beyond every pain and trail. Always remember there r green fields beyond sorrow jordons. God never means harm 2 our life... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(recall jer:29:11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; our dissappointments r His appointments. Our losses r designed 2 bcom gains 4 us as God plans 4 us. Our Father sends us nothing but good. Sufferings r never alone, they r accompanied with god's message 2 us. We should not fail 2 hear it.It lifts 4 us the veil that hides gods face and we should get some new glimpses of his beauty every time we r called 2 suffer. Remember when things around us r at its worst, God will be at His best. Therefore even when u can't see God's hand holding u learn 2 trust His heart...He is always there. So my friends as paul says in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;james 1:2, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; consider it pure joy when u under go trails and understand that our bitter experiences r really the better experiences 2 mould us like the MASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY REDEEMER LIVES!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Let &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;talk&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/20867424-114612439700093483?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/114612439700093483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=114612439700093483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/114612439700093483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/114612439700093483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/04/trials-to-train-you-for-triumphs.html' title='Trials to Train you for Triumphs'/><author><name>HIS son</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-20867424.post-113706856763163141</id><published>2006-01-12T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:54:14.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD's LOVE - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi Friends,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greeting in the name of our LORD and SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog. So I have decided to start with the basics of all things, &lt;strong&gt;LOVE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loved the world as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave up His only begotten ([&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote d" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=50&amp;chapter=3&amp;amp;version=45#fen-AMP-26135d"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;]unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; John 3:16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are created by His image. So love is the basic of all the moral values. Our &lt;strong&gt;LORD JESUS&lt;/strong&gt; summarized all the Laws and Prophecies as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind (intellect). This is the great (most important, principal) and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as [you do] yourself.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matthew 22:37-39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit of GOD has written a whole chapter on GOD's LOVE (Agape) to Corithians (I corinthians 13. check this url: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=53&amp;chapter=13&amp;amp;version=45"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=53&amp;chapter=13&amp;amp;version=45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to read the entire chapter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD created us to seek Him. So there is GOD shaped vacuum is every human being. That's why we are in search of true LOVE, PEACE, and JOY. Which we only can get from our creator.&lt;br /&gt;JESUS said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace I leave with you; My [own] peace I now give and bequeath to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 14:27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True LOVE, PEACE, and JOY. comes only from the living GOD JESUS CHRIST.&lt;br /&gt;First thing for a person is that he/she should love GOD, their creator. As an old proverb says "put first things first" let us love HIM with all that we have let all other things will follow naturally. So lets decide to love the living GOD JESUS CHRIST whole heartedly and ask Him to dwell in our hearts. He is always knocking the doors of our heart (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rev 3:20&lt;/span&gt;). It is our decision to open our heart's door to Him and ask Him to cleanse our sins with His holy blood that He shed for us in the cross. Imagine the creator of the entire univese living in our tender heart. Its such a great feeling to have your LORD as your own personal SAVIOR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Try JESUS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us pray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving Father, we praise You for chosen us as Your children. Thanks for loving us, yet we are sinners. Please cleanse our sins with Your holy blood and make us new creation in You. Please come into our hearts and dwell there forever. Thanks for Your mercies and goodness. In JESUS mighty name we pray.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us live with our loving Father forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GOD BLESS YOU ALL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Brother in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;CRUSADER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=53&amp;chapter=13&amp;amp;version=45"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20867424-113706856763163141?l=goodnews4all.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/feeds/113706856763163141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20867424&amp;postID=113706856763163141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/113706856763163141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20867424/posts/default/113706856763163141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodnews4all.blogspot.com/2006/01/gods-love-i.html' title='GOD&apos;s LOVE - I'/><author><name>HIS son</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></feed>
