<?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-19084356</id><updated>2011-12-03T09:11:13.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Matters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-8011198822719942939</id><published>2011-08-27T09:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T09:21:08.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepared for Adversities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-731CS3mzNUg/Tlj55rhTDlI/AAAAAAAAA3U/SCy4jnQMRgo/s1600/overwhelming%2Bflood%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-731CS3mzNUg/Tlj55rhTDlI/AAAAAAAAA3U/SCy4jnQMRgo/s200/overwhelming%2Bflood%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645536902239161938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said that the one who hears his words and does them is like a wise man who built his house on a rock.  Hearing without obedience however, is like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.  Adversity will prove the foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.  And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it."&lt;/span&gt; (Matthew 7: 24-27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-8011198822719942939?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/8011198822719942939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=8011198822719942939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/8011198822719942939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/8011198822719942939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2011/08/prepared-for-adversities.html' title='Prepared for Adversities'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-731CS3mzNUg/Tlj55rhTDlI/AAAAAAAAA3U/SCy4jnQMRgo/s72-c/overwhelming%2Bflood%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-1735622303845772527</id><published>2011-08-11T08:22:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:35:41.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYKzqIaWTwY/TkPj9II0_9I/AAAAAAAAA3E/NFrUL51LeZ0/s1600/nature%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYKzqIaWTwY/TkPj9II0_9I/AAAAAAAAA3E/NFrUL51LeZ0/s200/nature%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639601797694029778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth; this defiles a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What comes out of the mouth proceeds from the heart.   For out of the heart come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false witness, slander.  These are the things that defile a person.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; (Matthew 15:11-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart matters become health matters.  Defilement is less about hand washing, as mentioned in the passage, as it is about the great damage inflicted from within a person.  If what was said about our condition is true, we are in desperate need of heart surgery, something or Someone to stop the bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cross God successfully dealt with the cancer of sin by the shedding of the blood of his own Son. His work of complete inward cleansing produces a very different flow of thought and behavior, enabling us to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; (II Timothy 2:22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-1735622303845772527?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/1735622303845772527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=1735622303845772527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/1735622303845772527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/1735622303845772527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2011/08/heart-matters.html' title='Heart Matters'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYKzqIaWTwY/TkPj9II0_9I/AAAAAAAAA3E/NFrUL51LeZ0/s72-c/nature%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-778094555044256241</id><published>2011-08-10T08:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:48:12.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping an Eye on Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYaujz7FxI4/TkKMUodoy0I/AAAAAAAAA28/z9u63S7cLLE/s1600/guiding%2Blight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYaujz7FxI4/TkKMUodoy0I/AAAAAAAAA28/z9u63S7cLLE/s200/guiding%2Blight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639223969508281154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When we think of health matters, we usually think of food, exercise, diet, stress management, proper rest, maybe even fasting, but we probably never consider our eyes as a key component to our health.  Jesus taught:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The eye is the lamp of the body.  So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light, but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness.  If then the light in you is darkness, how great is the darkness!"&lt;/span&gt;  (Matthew 6:22, 23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-778094555044256241?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/778094555044256241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=778094555044256241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/778094555044256241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/778094555044256241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2011/08/protecting-your-health.html' title='Keeping an Eye on Health'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYaujz7FxI4/TkKMUodoy0I/AAAAAAAAA28/z9u63S7cLLE/s72-c/guiding%2Blight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-5602967626539082964</id><published>2011-08-09T08:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:01:58.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_Kj1VNyYxY/TkE8x2Ub1FI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Nk_16yAzL68/s1600/heavenly%2Btreasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_Kj1VNyYxY/TkE8x2Ub1FI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Nk_16yAzL68/s200/heavenly%2Btreasure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638855035537052754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." (Matthew 6:19-21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-5602967626539082964?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/5602967626539082964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=5602967626539082964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/5602967626539082964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/5602967626539082964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2011/08/treasures.html' title='Treasures'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_Kj1VNyYxY/TkE8x2Ub1FI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Nk_16yAzL68/s72-c/heavenly%2Btreasure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-7253827169660130060</id><published>2011-08-08T08:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:40:45.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking to the Source</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OL7nCanju4k/TkFrzh9EtzI/AAAAAAAAA20/etLddTFsvH0/s1600/mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OL7nCanju4k/TkFrzh9EtzI/AAAAAAAAA20/etLddTFsvH0/s200/mountains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638906741476603698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When troubles, pressures and conflicts intrude like an overwhelming flood, what then?  As the out-of-control fast becomes the new norm, we ask like the Psalmist&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "from where comes my help?" &lt;/span&gt;Psalm 121 is brief but full of reassurance and encouragement:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lift up my eyes to the hills.  From where does my help come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, he who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will keep you from all evil;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he will keep your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-7253827169660130060?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/7253827169660130060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=7253827169660130060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7253827169660130060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7253827169660130060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2011/08/looking-to-source.html' title='Looking to the Source'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OL7nCanju4k/TkFrzh9EtzI/AAAAAAAAA20/etLddTFsvH0/s72-c/mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-1482862007821296036</id><published>2011-07-26T15:26:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:08:07.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should be a No-Brainer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8C8YGkajIak/TjFxVYl-yYI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ok4RCxv2QSM/s1600/two%2Bpaths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8C8YGkajIak/TjFxVYl-yYI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ok4RCxv2QSM/s200/two%2Bpaths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634409221010147714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You stop to read the sign posted at a fork in the road.  It reads NOTICE CONCERNING WALKING, STANDING, AND CAMPING AHEAD.  For one path there are safety restrictions in order that danger is avoided. For the other there are no restrictions, only the warning that the journey is dangerous and ends in certain death.  Decision just made easy, you say, a no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;! Thanks for the warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 1&lt;/span&gt; has only 6 short verses, but gives us all we need.  In the small box at the bottom of the sign are printed guides for the journey. You are welcome to take one: &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13941"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Blessed is the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who does not walk in step with the wicked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or stand in the way that sinners take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or sit in the company of mockers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13942"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but whose delight is in the law of the LORD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and who meditates on his law day and night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13943"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which yields its fruit in season, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and whose leaf does not wither— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever they do prospers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13944"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Not so the wicked! They are like chaff that the wind blows away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13945"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13946"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked leads to destruction. &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/19084356-1482862007821296036?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/1482862007821296036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=1482862007821296036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/1482862007821296036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/1482862007821296036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2011/07/should-be-no-brainer.html' title='Should be a No-Brainer'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8C8YGkajIak/TjFxVYl-yYI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ok4RCxv2QSM/s72-c/two%2Bpaths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-4071272099369401637</id><published>2011-07-20T09:36:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:11:26.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Fleeting as a Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qe-QV8lsyw/Tibq9YM6lgI/AAAAAAAAA18/CQ30xg1V2xg/s1600/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qe-QV8lsyw/Tibq9YM6lgI/AAAAAAAAA18/CQ30xg1V2xg/s200/clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631446724262925826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is like a morning cloud, like the dew that goes early away."  &lt;/span&gt;The prophet Hosea in chapter 6 declares that our faithfulness is at best short-lived, here for a moment, and gone the next. Our steadfast devotion isn't. Like the children of Israel in the wilderness, we quickly forget yesterday's blessings in the face of today's pressures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that we prove ourselves to be set on wandering and disobedience. As a result  we hope to earn divine favor with external offerings rather than willing obedience.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I desire steadfast love (or mercy) and not sacrifice, the knowledge of God rather than burnt offerings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that pleasing God is possible! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "God delights in truth in the inward being, and He teaches wisdom in the secret heart."&lt;/span&gt;   (Psalm 51:6) He enables us to know Him and to be capable of loving Him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"with all of our heart, soul and mind."&lt;/span&gt; (Matthew 22:37)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me."&lt;/span&gt;  (Psalm 51:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have an ideal weather forecast.  That very pleasant morning cloud and early dew can linger, and is intended to protect us and remain with us even in spite of turbulent conditions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-4071272099369401637?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/4071272099369401637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=4071272099369401637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4071272099369401637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4071272099369401637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-fleeting-as-cloud.html' title='As Fleeting as a Cloud'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qe-QV8lsyw/Tibq9YM6lgI/AAAAAAAAA18/CQ30xg1V2xg/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-4631928495528796999</id><published>2011-07-19T08:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:24:35.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgO1sCPdPiA/TiWY4lMFEHI/AAAAAAAAA10/4PRsF11aM3I/s1600/jesus%2Bheals%2Bparalytic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgO1sCPdPiA/TiWY4lMFEHI/AAAAAAAAA10/4PRsF11aM3I/s200/jesus%2Bheals%2Bparalytic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631075006919544946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much said in so few words!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take heart, my son; your sins are forgiven."&lt;/span&gt; This said to a paralytic carried to Jesus by his friends.   They were hoping for the best scenario, but the result was far greater than expected.  The response of the Master was predictably unpredictable: not, take heart, my son; you are healed, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"take heart, my son; your sins are forgiven."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the emotions over the removal of just his physical ailment.  How much more heartening the removal of his spiritual ailment! The physical is temporary, but the spiritual is permanent.  That paralytic man received both cures that day.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rise, pick up your bed and go home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your sins are forgiven, for the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins."&lt;/span&gt;  (Matthew 9:1-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."&lt;/span&gt; (Isaiah 41:10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-4631928495528796999?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/4631928495528796999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=4631928495528796999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4631928495528796999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4631928495528796999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2011/07/taking-heart.html' title='Taking Heart'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgO1sCPdPiA/TiWY4lMFEHI/AAAAAAAAA10/4PRsF11aM3I/s72-c/jesus%2Bheals%2Bparalytic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-7209397613052345207</id><published>2011-07-15T08:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:06:18.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protecting Our Valuables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9R0dbgE_OA4/TiBWl4kmwxI/AAAAAAAAA1s/UjlOtQI9_8o/s1600/inspired%2Bmoment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9R0dbgE_OA4/TiBWl4kmwxI/AAAAAAAAA1s/UjlOtQI9_8o/s200/inspired%2Bmoment.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629594743054189330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guarding treasures against loss or theft is perhaps our most important responsibility.  Losing outward possessions hurts, but losing inward treasures is tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who we are is more important than what we have or don't have.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Proverbs instructs us: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Keep thy heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life." &lt;/span&gt;The heart is our compass.  It directs our thoughts, our words and our steps.  Change the heart, change our direction.  No small order, as left on its own, the heart proves itself deceitful.  That is why David pleads in Psalm 25:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Guard my soul, and deliver me. To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul. O my God, in you I trust."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The created desperately needs the Creator to transform, restore and protect the soul.  God's most amazing work is that which is done inwardly in the heart. &lt;span&gt;Again in Psalm 25,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Who is the man who fears the Lord?  Him will he instruct in the way that he should choose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;His soul shall abide in well-being."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-7209397613052345207?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/7209397613052345207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=7209397613052345207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7209397613052345207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7209397613052345207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2011/07/protecting-our-valuables.html' title='Protecting Our Valuables'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9R0dbgE_OA4/TiBWl4kmwxI/AAAAAAAAA1s/UjlOtQI9_8o/s72-c/inspired%2Bmoment.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-5804260810664163058</id><published>2008-10-12T08:47:00.034-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:08:44.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worshiping Anyway</title><content type='html'>How can a spiritual focus survive in the midst of the events of these stressful days? We tend to consider worshiping God if and when chaotic events cease, or at least when they become small enough to be temporarily brushed aside.  Unfortunately the huge unplanned intrusions to our agenda are becoming the norm. One wonders if God has lost control, and if He is still sovereign during what looks like the worst of times.  Can genuine worship take place in times of trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psalmist David was no stranger to discouragements and struggles.  It was out of those very difficulties that God showed his strength and sufficiency. David's faith matured under the intense pressure.  Worship in times of plenty is shallow in light of the worship that God generates in the anguished heart.  Worship is praising God's sovereignty in the affairs of men regardless of the conditions.  Pointing upwards in the end zone after the touchdown is easy.  Private prayer after a devastating loss is a whole other matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our problems pale in light of the persecution and political pressures of history.  What was it about those Bible heroes that enabled them to thrive in their love for God amidst the most adverse circumstances?  How about the apostles singing in the prison cell?  What did Abraham see other than the difficult assignment before him when he was called to offer his son Isaac?  How could Daniel be so confident in continuing his daily worship in spite of great political pressure?  Years of unfair treatment didn't stop Jacob from consistency and a growing faith in the Lord.  The list of heroes of the faith is long, much longer than our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of becoming the obstacle to communion with God, unwanted circumstances can become the gateway.  Rather than inhibiting fellowship with Him, they prompt it.  They give us reason to seek Someone greater than ourselves and our problems.  Paul said that he welcomed infirmities, because when he was weak, the power of Christ rested upon him.  God's strength is made perfect in our weakness.  We know that He plans only that which is for our best.  Our greatest achievements may come as we seek Him in the midst of all that overwhelms us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-5804260810664163058?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/5804260810664163058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=5804260810664163058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/5804260810664163058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/5804260810664163058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2008/10/worshiping-anyway.html' title='Worshiping Anyway'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-4307402129058800831</id><published>2008-05-04T16:12:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:30:57.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Identity Theft</title><content type='html'>Loss of one's identity is tragic enough, but it is even worse when it is willfully surrendered. When we fail to appreciate who we are, like Esau, we casually exchange that which is of great value for a few slurps of bean soup. Forsaking the mansion, we choose the pig pen.  Instead of living like an heir to the throne, we prefer life as a pauper.  Call it amnesia, spiritual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or even intentional forgetfulness - same difference.   Our identity crisis causes us to forfeit treasure for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;measly&lt;/span&gt; temporary counterfeit.  What are we thinking, and why does this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul warns about misunderstanding our God-given identity.  "What, know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?  For ye are bought with a price."  That which was "dead in trespasses and sins has been made alive."  The heart of stone has been replaced with the implanted nature of Christ.  Heavenly treasure has been deposited into earthen vessels. We were "chosen in Him from the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love." Why then would we ever consider returning to roam in the grave yard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter also tells us why we seem to forget our identity.  "He that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lacks&lt;/span&gt; these things - faith, virtue, knowledge, temperance, patience, godliness, brotherly kindness, charity (each a gift from God) - is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins&lt;/span&gt;." So our blindness is caused by our neglect of the One who has chosen to redeem and conform us to Himself.  His work has not changed, but we have turned the blind eye to all that He is doing on our behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting who we are is the all-to-effective distraction of an enemy who is intent on robbing us of our identity and perspective.  The thief only enters, however, when there is no guard on duty.  Fortunately Christ is the Protector and Shepherd of our souls who is able to keep that which is committed unto Him against that day. The good work which He has begun in us, He has also promised to finish, and will present us faultless before His throne.  We couldn't be in better hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-4307402129058800831?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/4307402129058800831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=4307402129058800831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4307402129058800831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4307402129058800831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-identity-theft.html' title='Stop Identity Theft'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-6713311164615426474</id><published>2008-04-12T16:08:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:47:52.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bible Works on Monday!</title><content type='html'>A remark I heard this week seemed to stick. It was something to the effect that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; the new nature given from above is designed to work in real-life people situations.&lt;/span&gt; Sounds really simple and seems to demand a "duh!" More than academic study and more than emotional highs, Christianity deals with all the pressures and events we encounter daily. More than mere teaching, it is the person of Jesus Christ himself, alive and actively at work in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can grasp the truths of Scripture but still fail to see that the very life situations we face the next day are ordained to demonstrate how wonderfully they operate. The problem is, the very situations that can reveal His work are usually missed as we fail to see the events for what they are - opportunities to see Christ's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agree on paper that He is at work, but tend to miss the connection when encountering every item on the day's agenda, especially when there are frustrations, disappointments, pressures, and people. If it weren't for all of those, the Christian life would be ideal. But it is ideal, because He uses all of the above for good to reveal his purposes in them.  His Word works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-6713311164615426474?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/6713311164615426474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=6713311164615426474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6713311164615426474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6713311164615426474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2008/04/bible-works-on-monday.html' title='The Bible Works on Monday!'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-9207172866231516244</id><published>2008-04-01T08:02:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:37:31.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Misbehavin'</title><content type='html'>Back in school you had to be good when the teacher was watching, and even when he wasn't. There was a two way mirror in our science class, right up in the front of the room. As soon as the test started, our teacher would disappear to watch for cheaters from behind his "hidden" window. We were being observed even when we couldn't see him. Cheating was just not possible in science class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was sad was not that cheating was difficult, but that we were revealing who we were. Some wouldn't even think of cheating, while others wouldn't hesitate.  It is not a matter of wondering if we are being watched. We don't cheat because that is not who we are, unless of course that is who we are.  Honesty works even when there appears to be no accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our behavior reflects our identity, or it should.  Consistency of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;integrity was very much on the agenda in that science class. I think I remember more about what that two way mirror taught me than right answers on the science test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-9207172866231516244?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/9207172866231516244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=9207172866231516244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/9207172866231516244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/9207172866231516244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2008/04/aint-misbehavin.html' title='Ain&apos;t Misbehavin&apos;'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-1545155111014575985</id><published>2008-03-30T07:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:33:22.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad Was There</title><content type='html'>The question I heard asked on an interview this week was "What is the greatest memory you have of your formative years?" I don't know who it was that was replying, but his answer got my attention. "All I can tell you is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;every time I looked up Dad was there&lt;/span&gt;." More important than dozens of peers is the approval and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; of Dad who is vital in developing confidence and character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that Dad had major responsibilities of his own happening daily. Of more long-lasting value is that which is produced by the availability, interest shown and time spent with a son or daughter. How tragic it is, for whatever reason, when parents are just too busy to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well this is demonstrated in this profound little scene with my daughter and grand-daughter entitled &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mrsbiddlebugs/648730945/item.html"&gt;"Are you havin' a hard time with me?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-1545155111014575985?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/1545155111014575985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=1545155111014575985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/1545155111014575985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/1545155111014575985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2008/03/dad-was-there.html' title='Dad Was There'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-6301850991148133849</id><published>2008-01-31T15:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:48:08.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the Imperfect as Perfect</title><content type='html'>"What ails ya?" a distant relative used to ask us years ago? We were surprised that our frustrations could so easily be observed. Unwelcome events can have their way with us, and unfortunately it usually shows. Items on our daily agenda seem to fall into two columns: those we think profitable, and those we consider a waste of time. The reality is that all of it happens, and remains unchangeable. The only variable is our perspective. We can attempt to resist unwanted pressures and situations, or we can learn to take another view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there "pricklies", my grandboys ask? They also have it in their genes to struggle mightily with sweet potatos and zucchini. Their grandparents then instinctively rush to the challenge of persuasion. Today it's unsweet potatos. Tomorrow it will be much more unpalatable situations, people and responsibilites. Maturity requires an appreciation for all of the events of our day as intended and useful for our improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just the courses we must take that prepare us for our future, but our responses to them. Joseph in the Egyptian prison qualified himself for future leadership. It wasn't where he was, but how he accepted it that became his ticket out. Daniel's faith and character sustained him in overwhelming circumstances and carried him to a trusted leadership position. David was a shepherd outcast before he was the king. Contentment regardless of externals is the key. And that is a God-given ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most aggravating classrooms may be providing the exact experience we will need tomorrow. That is not for us to say. Life is what it is. Our role is to accept and to learn from them. Today's classrooms should produce tomorrow's leaders. Character is as important as cirriculum. Contentment comes when we see the daily challenges before us as valuable and perfectly designed for our best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-6301850991148133849?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/6301850991148133849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=6301850991148133849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6301850991148133849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6301850991148133849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2008/01/seeing-imperfect-as-perfect.html' title='Seeing the Imperfect as Perfect'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-6350991388668127678</id><published>2008-01-01T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:15:26.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't change the Army!</title><content type='html'>Looking ahead as '08 begins, I was reminded of the advice about choosing our battles wisely. Don't waste your energy fighting where you can't win, but focus on where you can affect the most change. That begins with an evaluation of ourselves. Unfortunately, we usually stress over situations completely out of our control. Why is that? Perhaps it is more convenient to blame anything and anybody except ourselves. A friend remarked, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't change the Army, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can change yourself&lt;/span&gt;." This was an observation about the frustrations of not being able to change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bureaucracies&lt;/span&gt;.  Our all-too-finite supply of adrenaline should therefore be spent where positive results can be expected, on ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it is easy to see where I spent way too much anxiety over mountains that weren't going to move, people that weren't going to behave the way I expected, and conditions that were never going to be perfect. To continue to expect another result without altering my input would be insanity. If I would spend as much energy improving self, as on being critical and frustrated over situations beyond my control, I would do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that nothing will change until I first learn how to confront the obstacles set before me? The key is not in changing them, but in first changing me. The Army is not my problem. The problem and its solution is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-6350991388668127678?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/6350991388668127678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=6350991388668127678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6350991388668127678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6350991388668127678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-cant-change-army.html' title='You can&apos;t change the Army!'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-4024495922078510265</id><published>2007-12-08T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:10:51.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal Tending</title><content type='html'>Chasing a career goal is rarely like we thought it would be. Instead of a clear path to achievement, we encounter unforeseen obstacles. (Imagine that!) Without some good far sightedness, our vision and courage can give way to doubt and disillusionment. As a result, we begin running in slow motion or wind up not running at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we fail to see is that the very obstacles in our path are actually the courses needed for success. They must be confronted and overcome. The path to achievement usually goes through the cities of difficult people, unpleasant circumstances, and overwhelming odds. Just look at the road to the White House! Pressures determine and refine the quality of the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need regular goal tending. That means setting a watch around that which is most important, making sure that activities are aiding our pursuit and not hampering. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to remain focused on our purpose is being tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are the exercising of career disciplines important, but so too are the mental skills. And the mental part is perhaps the most important and most difficult. It is drive and persistence that fuel the everyday journey. We find out what we are made of by the way we view and tackle the obstacles to success. If we are surprised and offended by every unwelcome intruder, then we easily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loose&lt;/span&gt; focus and become less effective. Perspective is everything. When we see challenges as tools being used to build and improve our character and competence, then there is a whole new purpose for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-4024495922078510265?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/4024495922078510265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=4024495922078510265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4024495922078510265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4024495922078510265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/12/goal-tending.html' title='Goal Tending'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-8804943145125725550</id><published>2007-12-04T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:15:40.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes it matter</title><content type='html'>It could be a difficult performance, a special meal with guests, a highly anticipated holiday gathering, a sermon, a lesson taught, or even a final exam. So many events charge at us with growing speed only to shoot by in a blur, leaving us dejected and wondering if all the energy spent was worth it. Ninety-nine percent of the ordeal was in the preparing. Then in an instant it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the notes have been played and heard, the meal prepared and eaten, the company enjoyed, the sermon preached, the lesson finished, and the exam passed, we wonder what of lasting value was accomplished? What made it matter? Each of these are temporal. If our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emphasis is on these, we are left only with a heavy sense of emptiness at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives value to a performance is how it affects the listeners, the amount of growth that took place in the preparation, and the communication that flows from composer to performer to audience. Something more than notes should happen. The student is molded by who the teacher is as a person, as much as what he imparts. People and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; matter more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food prepared likewise is about the people. There is labor to please and satisfy with a good meal. Having company is worth the effort when the goal is learning about them. Conversation is not all about us, but a deepening of friendships. The sermon will leave its mark on the hearers, but much more so when the one sharing it delights in his congregation. The value of the exam is the discipline in studying, and that which is learned and able to be applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our post-event let-down can be lessened if we begin by preparing to focus primarily on the people and that which lasts beyond the event. Things will quickly pass, but the people and things learned will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-8804943145125725550?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/8804943145125725550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=8804943145125725550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/8804943145125725550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/8804943145125725550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-makes-it-matter.html' title='What makes it matter'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-6761882072518872336</id><published>2007-11-30T20:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:21:43.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Houses</title><content type='html'>Probably the most unwelcome interruption in life is a funeral, hopefully not our own. This unscheduled event is not without benefits however. In fact, it always provides a much needed jolt in perspective. The world is quickly passing away along with all the things that so easily consume us. No wonder our lives are compared to withering grass and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;short lived&lt;/span&gt; vapors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funeral forces us to focus just for a moment on the eternal, before returning to fast-paced often temporal pursuits. The house of mourning has a way of readjusting our attitudes and priorities. Sobriety and reflection suddenly replace our eat-drink-and-be-merry mindset. We tend to walk away wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes contrasts two houses.  Note the more profitable one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart. Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning: but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The advice of Solomon is to consider our behavior in light of life's brevity.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"For God shall bring every work into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;judgment&lt;/span&gt;, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil."&lt;/span&gt;  Moses also reflected in Psalm 90, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts to wisdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-6761882072518872336?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/6761882072518872336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=6761882072518872336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6761882072518872336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6761882072518872336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-houses.html' title='Two Houses'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-5329051006738914561</id><published>2007-11-24T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:29:52.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spying pen</title><content type='html'>Saw an add on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a ball point pen the other day, but no ordinary pen.  It looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt; enough, but it comes with a hidden camera able to see in detail up to 30 feet, or was it 300? It is also able to take video and relay it to wherever. Security when out of the room evidently. Some gift idea, sort of! When no one else is there, the pen sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hidden camera concept reminded me of our responsibility to give an accounting of our stewardship to the One who sees at all times. We may pause to think twice about being viewed on security cams, but how much more to consider Him who said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing is hidden that shall not be revealed."  "The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-5329051006738914561?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/5329051006738914561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=5329051006738914561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/5329051006738914561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/5329051006738914561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/11/spying-pen.html' title='Spying pen'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-3218926426662618036</id><published>2007-11-19T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:41:52.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A really bad elevator ride</title><content type='html'>Imagine yourself at the county court house. You're expected to appear before the judge as he is requiring from you an accounting of some important information. You definitely want to make a good impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you enter the building and step onto the elevator, you are joined by several people. They are then forced to listen while you begin to complain about the great inconvenience of your appointment. Furthermore you begin to unload every criticism you have ever had about this particular judge with his many harsh verdicts. The ride to the judge's floor seems to take forever. All the while you don't cease voicing your dissatisfaction with your lot in life, as if somehow everything is the judge's fault. The more you vent, the angrier you become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator door finally opens and your captive audience goes their way, certainly glad not to have to hear anymore of your rants. Then as you approach the place of your appointment, you suddenly notice to your horror that the man standing at your side in the elevator just a moment ago is the judge you are scheduled to meet! Your incriminating words are history, and their damage has been done. It's too late to retrieve them, for they have been heard by the judge himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity; so is the tongue among our members, that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;defileth&lt;/span&gt; the whole body, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;setteth&lt;/span&gt; on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell. Therewith bless we God, and therewith curse we men." (James 3:6,9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be ye also patient; establish your hearts: for the coming of the Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;draweth&lt;/span&gt; nigh. Grudge not one against another, brethren, lest ye be condemned: behold, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the judge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;standeth&lt;/span&gt; before the door&lt;/span&gt;."  (James 5:8,9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wherefore we labor, that, whether present or absent, we may be accepted of him.  For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ." (II Cor. 5:9,10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-3218926426662618036?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/3218926426662618036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=3218926426662618036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/3218926426662618036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/3218926426662618036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/11/really-bad-elevator-ride.html' title='A really bad elevator ride'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-7375381669500536509</id><published>2007-11-11T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:33:31.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Career in Perspective</title><content type='html'>Any career in the fast lane demands total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;. Excellence always requires time, energy and the eliminating of competing interests. Sacrificing for success is part of what defines it. The problem is balance, priorities and perspective. Crossing the finish line isn't the only assignment, and winning the prize isn't everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we have found our lane we tend to go all out and press for that mark with eyes only on the goal. The thinking is "People don't care if Jack is a dull boy. His work made him what he is, and it is worth every sacrifice!" Well, Jack happens to be who he is, and he is not his work. Not only is Jack greater than his work, but he is also more important. The quality of a person will define his work, not the reverse. Hard to grasp is the idea that the better the person is, the better his work will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the obsession to achieve success, we must realize that the most successful and fulfilled competitors have been running in more than one lane for a long time. Life does exist outside of universities, office buildings, practice rooms and concert halls. Each facet of life has its race, and the success of one part is dependant upon the success of the others. A career is a long time to have only one focus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fulfillment seems to involve giving our best to all that has been put before us.                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-7375381669500536509?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/7375381669500536509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=7375381669500536509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7375381669500536509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7375381669500536509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/11/career-in-perspective.html' title='A Career in Perspective'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-4072208426403598522</id><published>2007-11-11T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:36:33.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not So Far Away</title><content type='html'>That job we set our sights on as college freshmen seems a lifetime away. Still emotionally in high school, we don't realize the importance and brevity of 4 or 6 years of study. Once the excitement of our "freedom" wears off, we see the reality of that job market looming closer. It seems to gain speed as it races in our direction. What is done in preparation now has a huge impact on our effectiveness after graduation. It all matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back just eight years or so, it was Suzuki violin, piano lessons, the odd trumpet lesson, playing together as a family on occasions, recitals and the usual agenda in junior and high school grades. Then some extra private lessons, summer music excursions, chamber music opportunities, and before we knew it an audition for Curtis and Cleveland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Institute&lt;/span&gt;. Almost over night we left behind boyhood, and saw a competitor fast getting ready for some terrific opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in just a couple of days it all changed. The horizon suddenly jumped miles closer. Next year was college! Bills began, along with many "classrooms." Those classrooms were much more than academic. Such is growth. Life is more than the practice room and the concert stage. Preparation for that had also begun years before. As was mentioned by a good friend to his son, "You're the ship we have been building. Now we're sending you out to sea to see if you can float." Gee thanks, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward in a blur just 4 years plus a couple of months and that future job horizon is here! The little fellow spilling cereal on purpose and improvising improvements to those Suzuki songs is now ready to leave college to take his first job in the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra viola section. After being one of the top 2, Wes played one week with them and was selected to take up his belongings and assume his first job beginning this May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blink, and it all changes so fast.  We can't control the approaching horizon, but we can do our best to prepare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-4072208426403598522?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/4072208426403598522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=4072208426403598522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4072208426403598522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/4072208426403598522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-not-so-far-away.html' title='It&apos;s Not So Far Away'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-2550134768239794561</id><published>2007-08-11T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:40:32.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty, innocent, or in between?</title><content type='html'>Our answers and responses usually indicate far more than the words we speak. A politician who suddenly becomes upset and even angry at a simple question has just told us a lot about himself. A sarcastic defensive retort tells everyone that there just might be something to the charge. If we're innocent, then there's no need for an emotional response. Good leaders shouldn't be easily provoked, and doing the right thing needs no defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Testament Scripture gives a good test for discerning truth or lie. The person in question was given bitter dust to eat. If he had been lying, strong physical symptoms would be his dead give away. If he had been truthful, the dust would have no effect. His immune system proved strong enough to withstand the test. The guilty succumb while the innocent are unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with guilt and bitterness soon evidences itself and affects all of our dealings. Jesus said that which enters a man does not defile him, but that which comes out. Whatever we allow in makes its home and will soon produces its fruit, good or bad. No amount of stoic self control will succeed in masking the true self. The damage is done internally and externally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul also gives a humility check. Being quick to critically condemn others only indicates that we are just as guilty. The critical, negative spirit, the cutting words and angry responses only serve to condemn ourselves and prove to others that control is an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately even partial guilt can produce the same defensive tendencies. Teflon works best with an unflawed surface. Nothing sticks. Power, influence and health are nice benefits for remaining not guilty.  Thanks to the Lord for being the only one who can wipe the slate clean and produce an immune system that enjoys innocense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-2550134768239794561?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/2550134768239794561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=2550134768239794561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/2550134768239794561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/2550134768239794561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/08/guilty-innocent-or-in-between.html' title='Guilty, innocent, or in between?'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-6524843788069466739</id><published>2007-08-09T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:52:40.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teflon man</title><content type='html'>They used to call Ronald Reagan the Teflon Man. No matter what charges they threw at him, nothing would stick. Charming and good natured, he easily disarmed his harshest critics, usually turning the tables on them. His sense of humor along with strong confidence in who he was and in what he believed proved to be his great strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors tell us that were it not for healthy immune systems we would easily succumb to every viruse and disease. We actually are exposed to, and even carry many of these potential killers. However, "the terrain is everything. The microbe is nothing". Weaken the terrain, and the microbe takes over. Strengthen resistance and the disease never has a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept works in politics and in medicine. How about personally, spiritually and socially? Life comes at us steadily with all its annoyances, problems and imperfections. How we manage them is the key. Or better, how we view them is crucial. And what purposes are attached to all of these intrusions? Are we allowing them to strengthen or weaken us?  Are we resistant as teflon, or attractive as a magnet? Are we able to deal with stuff, or are we felled by every one of life's blows? The perspective we choose determines everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Joseph in Genesis, who suffered injustices that would easily overwhelm most of us. His summary: "You meant it for evil, God used it for good." Ten of the spies sent to appraise the promise land feared the obstacles and the enemies. Only two viewed the same evidence confidently confirming that God had promised it to them. David saw the same Philistine giant that his brothers and the whole Israeli army saw. However his perspective was different. Cowardice, doubt and negativity had no chance to thrive. He seemed immune to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James tells us to welcome the various unpleasantries of life with joy, because of the strength and endurance they can produce. But again, it is how we look at them that counts. Paul learned that when he was weak, Christ's strength then became his strength. Gladly then he would rejoice in the face of exasperating difficulties. Peter says that it takes fire to refine gold. The greater the heat, the more the impurities are purged. Similarly the church has always thrived under intense persecution. A solution to a proper response is seeing a bigger picture than the problem, and finding its purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, all of the difficulties are designed by God to show his children the sin-resistant nature He has given. He doesn't make it impossible for the Christian to sin. He makes it possible for the Christian not to sin. Sin shouldn't find a home in us. What appears as intense trials are sent to prove to us what strength has already been given. That strength is there to resist by nature a fleshly response.  It is the Word that builds faith, and faith strengthens the immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Ronald Reagan, the believer finds a peaceful, calm strength in the face of even the most trying of circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-6524843788069466739?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/6524843788069466739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=6524843788069466739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6524843788069466739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6524843788069466739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/08/teflon-man.html' title='Teflon man'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-7320051396497759671</id><published>2007-07-21T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:44:38.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How awesome is this place!</title><content type='html'>Another thing is noticed in the passage about Jacob in Genesis 28. He had seen that the Lord was right there and marveled that he did not know it. Now Jacob exclaimed, "How dreadful, or awesome, is this place. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than seeing that God was actually there and active on his behalf, was his realization of the seriousness of what was happening. We can agree that God surely is working, but have little or no emotion or awareness of the holy ground we are on. If nothing changes, we haven't gotten it. In other words, our response should be: Wow, I didn't realize all that was going on. This is amazing! Things cannot stay the same. "It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses found himself confronted with God's presense at the burning bush. God, declaring it holy ground, said "remove thy shoes". His life was about to change dramatically. Isaiah fell in fear at the vision of the presense of the Lord. Likewise Joshua before the captain of the Lord's host. Holy encounters produced new men. For Jacob, the many layers of his thick-skinned stubborness were being steadily and patiently pealed away by the Lord, not brutally but gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be two lessons learned that night. The first: The Lord was there and he knew it not. The second: Since the Lord was right there and intimately involved in hour by hour, day by day events, Jacob determined to see God as his protector and provider for the rest of his life. It was a life becoming less about himself and more about his God. Things were changing, not because he had to, but because he was deeply affected by the awesomeness of God and wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; His daily life was God's business. His life was His house and His gate. What comforting and encouraging news! That was the truth for Jacob, and it is just as true for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-7320051396497759671?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/7320051396497759671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=7320051396497759671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7320051396497759671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7320051396497759671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-awesome-is-this-place.html' title='How awesome is this place!'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-1794362854631925159</id><published>2007-07-15T08:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:49:58.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What we see in others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wherefore henceforth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know we no man after the flesh&lt;/span&gt;. . . .if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature; old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new&lt;/span&gt;." The believer has been changed by God who now sees Christ in us,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a sweet smelling savor&lt;/span&gt;. There has been major heart surgery, actually a transplant, and an exchange has been made: His righteousness for our sins. We have been given a new identity. We have been made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ambassadors&lt;/span&gt; with the ministry of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reconciliation&lt;/span&gt;, and again, amazingly given the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;righteousness of Christ&lt;/span&gt; himself. (II Corinthians 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these things in mind, we are told to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;henceforth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know no one after the flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The critical argumentative nature has been dealt with at the cross. Why do we take up our old dead attitudes towards each other? These things ought not so to be, as James says. We frequently behave as though nothing has changed. What an insult to the One who brought about our conversion from those old ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck by that phrase in verse 16 of chapter 5 of II Corinthians. Our dealings with each other as believers have a new dimension, new thought patterns, and a new way of speaking. Hasty cruel degrading speech is replaced with patience, long suffering, understanding, compassion, forgiveness, and in general giving each other a break. Instead of being quick to think and say the worst of someone, God gives us the ability to see the best and to edify. Anyone can tear down. We have all been trained well at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare it is that turbulant situations are met with calm, peaceable wisdom. That is what God does. That is the response that only He can cause to become perfectly natural and normal. The cross is his perfect remedy for our needy speech condition. "Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips." Ps. 141.3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a short-lived determination to avoid speaking ill, but a reminder that the old man who complains and criticizes has been dealt a death blow.  That is no longer us!  The "real us" has been changed.  When we see in ourselves the work of Christ in transforming our behavior, we can then see the same amazing work in others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-1794362854631925159?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/1794362854631925159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=1794362854631925159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/1794362854631925159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/1794362854631925159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-we-see-in-others.html' title='What we see in others'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-7108766740053511213</id><published>2007-07-09T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:42:31.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Knew it Not</title><content type='html'>Life couldn't have been better, and yet he didn't get it. Security was his, a marvelous inheritance, counsel, guidance, protection, everything he could think to ask for. Still he didn't quite grasp it, and did not comprehend all of the guarantees that were his. He was living as though he didn't believe it. This is Jacob of Genesis 28:10-19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a dream to wake him to the dimension that he had not seen. The dream from the Lord showed him that he had been and would continue to be in the presence of God for the rest of his life. Angels were seen busy in communication to and from the heavens in the very place where Jacob stood. Above all stood the Lord reminding Jacob that He was the God of Abraham and Isaac. All of the land would be given to him and to his children. Blessings would follow him as well as God's presence and his divine protection. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land; for I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His response: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Surely the Lord is in this place; and I knew it not."&lt;/span&gt; This was the dream that was not a dream. This was Jacob's wake-up call. How could he have missed all of this? What was he thinking? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He was afraid, and said, How dreadful is this place? This is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The timing is interesting. Jacob would need this encounter with the Lord in light of the events that he was about to face. The reality was that God was ever-present and very active in all of Jacob's daily activities. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am with thee, and will keep thee in all the places whither thou goest."&lt;/span&gt; He is hands-on and sovereign in all of the affairs of men. Too often oblivious to his presence, we behave like little children covering our eyes thinking that our parents can't see us. And like Jacob we awake from our sleep and say in amazement&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, "Surely the Lord is in this place; and I knew it not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-7108766740053511213?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/7108766740053511213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=7108766740053511213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7108766740053511213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/7108766740053511213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-i-knew-it-not.html' title='And I Knew it Not'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-208282971947349053</id><published>2007-05-29T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:11:28.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Matters</title><content type='html'>I have my trumpet issues, or "items" as I like to say, my family items, my church things, etc. Each area tends to have it's own little life. Maybe this compartmentalizing of our lives was born out of the structure of our public school education. First period was science, next, social studies, gym, French, band, Latin, algebra, etc. I did well in some, and miserable in others. Success and failure were only separated by mere minutes as the bell rang and we were off to either triumph or trauma. My high school days were usually lived in a state of exuberance followed by exasperation. Unfortunately this view of life continued well after graduation. Some items were important and mattered while others were ignored. How many hard classes would we rather just skip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the neat things we've been learning recently is probably what should have been learned long ago. Call it Life 101. Sadly some basic things have taken most of a life time for me to begin to grasp. My life as God sees it is not all divided into subjects, nor is it to be micro-managed by me. He has been revealing his deep affection well before those days of algebra and band. My day is all about his attention on me for the purpose of me acknowledging his hand in life's every detail. It is in these details, good and difficult, that He shows His gifts and implanted abilities. He is the teacher of faith in his contant working in symphony rehearsals, teaching of students, living with family, and learning to live with difficult scenarios. Sadly it is so easy to turn a blind eye to his plans as they are unfolding in our daily routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that life centers around our success and comfort. It's not about getting all A's, but growing to trust Him when the best we can do is a C. His will doesn't center around our lives, but our lives are made for His will. He doesn't fit into our world, but we are brought to participate in his plan for the ages, a much bigger and better picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson that is slowly being learned is that it all matters. All that comes our way has its well-intended purpose, and is orchestrated for our best as it fits into God's ongoing plan. It is not about what I can control, what I prefer, what I like or dislike. He is conforming us to Christ and he is using all the events of my schedule to draw my attention to Him. When that begins to sink in, it is supernaturally reflected in our responses to all of our items in life. We have been signed up for those irritating classrooms to develop our trust in Him, and to strengthen us for the rest of life in His plan. From his perspective, all of our items are good, and they all matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-208282971947349053?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/208282971947349053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=208282971947349053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/208282971947349053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/208282971947349053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-all-matters.html' title='It All Matters'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-8592516510958945564</id><published>2007-05-12T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:15:04.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Growth Hurts</title><content type='html'>When &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; it hurt, is the question? I wonder if our concept of growth is skewed, or maybe even totally opposite of what the ideal conditions are as designed by God. Doesn't the gardener know the best growing conditions for his garden? When did the vegetables ever resist the gardener's plans? Does the clay complain that the potter doesn't know what he is doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario #1: Warm and fuzzy things make us feel like we have become strong. Life is good only when it is pain-free. This view says that growth happens when we look back after storms and smile at how God took us through. "My, how you've grown. How sweet!" says grandma! But mom's take is quite different. Her view from day-to-day is probably a much less sweet perspective. This grandparental view is not wrong, but there is much more involved in growth than a fond admiration for the end product. How much deeper the appreciation when the pressures have been borne well. Mom and Dad would be quick to point out the constant growing pains of consistent disciplined training with its necessary corrections, reproofs, and non-stop instructions! Absolutely nothing negative intended towards grandparents, (I am one). But without the tough training of the parents, we might lean towards a pain-free, problem-sparing upbringing. What kind of maturity would result in a struggle-free adolescence? A weak and whiny adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario #2: Pain happens, and pressures do their pressing on everybody. But agonizing struggles ultimately produce peaceable fruits of righteousness when the gardener is trusted, and when the potter is patiently allowed to do his molding. Remembering the bigger picture, even when the vice seems to be twisting ever tighter, is our best medicine. God's purpose in pressure is refining, maturing, strenthening, and even chastening those he loves. Without seeing his purpose, our responses only frustrate and drive us to further defiance. Without realizing it, we further twist those vice grips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is about growth, then the hurting never stops! It is our view of it that must change. The book of Psalms was written by those who learned to deal with enormous pressures and yet managed to genuinely rejoice on a regular basis. Growth will hurt, but it has its intended purpose. We can survive only with the supernatural help of our Owner. Without any problems, we would have no needs. Our weaknesses serve to show us our desperate dependance on our Creator. His strength, he says, is made perfect in our weakness, (our hurting). The more we hurt, the greater his readiness to reveal Himself in the midst of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be encouraged. When life hurts, He is growing us. Sometimes we say, "not so fast, please!" But He never gives more than we can handle. He prescribes for us exactly what we need. His fruit soon ripens, and the lumpy clay soon becomes a valuable vessel of honor. Are we not of more value to Him than fruit and pottery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-8592516510958945564?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/8592516510958945564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=8592516510958945564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/8592516510958945564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/8592516510958945564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-growth-hurts.html' title='When Growth Hurts'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-6027497261647895427</id><published>2007-02-24T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T05:30:59.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Make-Up Needed!</title><content type='html'>I heard a singer from the Metropolitan Opera interviewed who recalled that in one of his early roles he was selected partly because he would need little if any make-up for the stage! He already "was" that character with no external cosmetics needed. He was ideal for the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 43:5 states that God is the help of our countenance. Unlike the singer, our countenance needs even more than make-up. It requires a total make-over! The verse also says that our soul is in despair, troubled, and disturbed. We need far more than just external maintenance. We need a new power source, a new heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where God takes over. He must supply from the inside that which externals can only try to imitate or mask. He generates the authentic character of Christ from the very heart. No make-up needed! What you see is what is real. The radiance of His Person is generated from Almighty God in the very innermost parts of our being. Such is the work of God himself. No grease paint, masks or play-acting required. In fact, why try to fake what only our Creator can design? Anything else is hypocritical, phoney and unconvincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point: look to the One who operates on the heart from which all the issues of life emanate. The countenance reflects His mighty work which is done not from without, but from within by Him alone. "He is the help (and sustainer) of my countenance, and my God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-6027497261647895427?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/6027497261647895427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=6027497261647895427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6027497261647895427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/6027497261647895427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-make-up-needed.html' title='No Make-Up Needed!'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-116420825897676471</id><published>2006-11-22T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:04:29.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Nothing to Bring</title><content type='html'>What can a poor beggar contribute to the banquet of the King?  A few crumbs, some stolen bread, a patched up jacket?  Nothing worth anything in the eyes of royalty.  Nothing of any eternal value to offer, just filty rags at best. Yet his place is set and the invitation given. Anything good will have to be supplied by the King Himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too proud to accept only hand-outs, the beggar gathers items seeming good in his eyes.  "I'll come", he assures, "yet you must accept tokens of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; righteousness.  Other bums ignore, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; will accept your call."  The beggar arrives at the gate with bags of goods to present the King. "These should validate my invitation", the beggar sings, as he rings the bell of the King of Kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opens wide as the Master welcomes the lowly one.  But with one glimpse of the Holy One and the splendor of his wealth, the beggar drops to his knees in shame.  "What are these that you have brought?" says the King.  "These cannot come inside.  All you need must be supplied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is none that doeth good, no, not one, he says. But I have called you, redeemed you and given you life. You have not chosen me, but I have chosen you. All that the Father has have I given you.  You were dead in trespasses and sin, but now you are alive because of the cross of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything "good" we see is not of ourselves, but the gift of God.  He gives his righteousness while we have none.  What about all the good things we've done?  If they are good, then we have received them from the hand of God Himself.  We can do nothing or bring anything good of ourselves.  Anything good has had to be supplied! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings new meaning to Thanksgiving. We have nothing to be grateful for which we have done!  All that we have has been supplied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To suppose that whatever God requireth of us that we have power of ourselves to do, is to make the cross and grace of Jesus Christ of none effect." John Owens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ."  Ephesians 1:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-116420825897676471?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/116420825897676471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=116420825897676471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/116420825897676471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/116420825897676471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/11/absolutely-nothing-to-bring.html' title='Absolutely Nothing to Bring'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-116031657592073272</id><published>2006-10-08T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:58:38.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prize Inside</title><content type='html'>It's the 50's, and my brother and I were off to the news stand to buy some packs of baseball cards!  We always hoped to find a superstar to add to our enormous collection of gum-scented players. One day I hit the jackpot! Mickey Mantle and Yogi Berra were there in the same pack! Hard to believe, but true. What a find! Life was very good that day! But eventually and sadly the Mickey and Yogi cards were, like the gum, tossed out, and so there went what would have become a fortune in collectibles! In time, all of the cards, the gum and even the players were seen as perishable as well as the joy attached to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is a prize with an eternal shelf life and whose joy never fades.  Shelf is the wrong word, for nothing of eternal value belongs on any shelf. Biblical examples abound that illustrate contained treasure:  the man who bought property knowing that treasure lay buried somewhere on the premises;  the woman who thoroughly cleaned the house to recover a valuable lost coin; the value of leaven as it raises the bread; the buried corn of wheat bringing forth a harvest; or the tiny mustard seed yielding a thousand fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More valuable than crops, money and abundance is the prized treasure God gives. And it is contained within believers. "For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.  But &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we have this treasure in earthen vessels&lt;/span&gt;, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us." (II Cor. 4:6,7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The valued treasure is the implanted nature of God, purchased and secured by the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. We are decaying vessels containing invaluable treasure, the very nature and mind of Christ empowering the believer and awakening him to the work of God. What a discovery awaits us!  We go about our days not as card-holding Christians who show up at meetings, but as those experiencing the ongoing work of our sovereign God, His daily conforming us to Christ.  All events of our day are designed to bring to the surface that treasure within, the very person of Jesus Christ himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a find! What a friend, and what a gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-116031657592073272?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/116031657592073272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=116031657592073272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/116031657592073272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/116031657592073272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/10/prize-inside.html' title='The Prize Inside'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-116008525223578706</id><published>2006-10-05T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:47:32.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, the Crown Jewel</title><content type='html'>"Don't forget to remember" goes the lyrics of some country song.  Jesus reminded Peter that although Satan desired to sift him as wheat, he had prayed that his faith would not fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifting comes in its many forms, some subtle and almost unnoticed, while other enormous pressures and distractions barge in and would seem to overwhelm us. Evidently the most important thing about those storms is not the storm, but faith.  The Lord himself prayed on our behalf not that we could side-step the storms, but that the centerpiece of our new nature, our faith, would not be forgotten, but stand strong in the face of adversities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faith is not exactly ours however.  It is a gift produced by God's grace.  "For by grace are you saved through faith; and that not of yourselves:  it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast."  His grace awakened us from our deadened state of trespasses and sins, and produced within us our desire for Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the quickening of his Spirit that then jolted us out of darkness into his marvelous light.  The prayer of faith was the result of God's working in us. So faith is that crown jewel planted within us by God himself, the trying of which becomes more precious than gold. Peter warns us not to be upset at firey trials, but to expect them. God gives faith, allows it to be tested, often by fire, and then strengthens it!  Faith sees the Saviour inspite of the storm, and even instead of the storm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, our very Creator looking directly into our eyes and earnestly encouraging us by name.  "I have prayed for you that your faith fail not."  Faith isn't just for ourselves, for next he says, "when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That still small voice in the midst of the storm reminds us: Don't forget to remember your faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-116008525223578706?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/116008525223578706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=116008525223578706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/116008525223578706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/116008525223578706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/10/faith-crown-jewel.html' title='Faith, the Crown Jewel'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-115604061683894282</id><published>2006-08-19T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:36:50.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the flowers fade</title><content type='html'>Scrambling to collect the treasures of manna on the ground, the children competed to gather all they could before running back for more.  God's daily early morning shower of food was fresh, plentiful and timely. All that was needed was freely provided. The only curse was in ignoring the warning:  the shelf life was only 24 hours, and there was to be no gathering on the seventh day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem, they said. Life is good. Let us rejoice and be glad at our generous supply! Eat, drink and be merry. Thirsty travelers then rushed to the cool waters released for them from the rock.  Gluttonous complainers almost stampeded to devour  quail which deluged the dry land like a flood.  Then with the food still in their teeth, God's stinging rebuke reminds us of our pitiful selfish focus. We likewise demand fullfulment of our every need, and we have seldom seriously remembered the One who daily provides for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blown away by the beauty of awesome natural surroundings. We are dazzled by things rather than by God himself.  In the midst of our own pursuits, we forget the One who got us there. We worship the victory, the achievement, the great moments, the prize, all the while refusing to turn our gaze upon the Giver of every good and perfect gift. The breath-taking flowers of the Israeli desert remind us of the glory of Solomon's reign.  But the flowers like the grass will shortly fade away as will all the temporary glories of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is genuine gratefulness, or the humble thank you to the God of Heaven?  Our table grace is no more than lip-service, merely going through the motions to the One who knows even our innermost thoughts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the flowers fade, we are reminded of the temporary.  Glory is short-lived. Our attachment to the flowers therefore also becomes our reproof.  Our treasure is not in flowers, and when they fade, we should not be surprised.  If we lament their fading, we have forgotten something. Our attention and affection is in Heaven. We honor Him, provisions or no provisions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the Lord thy God bringeth thee into a good land . . . . When thou hast eaten and art full, then thou shalt bless the Lord thy God for the good land which he hath given thee. . . Beware that thou forget not the Lord thy God . . . then thine heart be lifted up, and thou forget the Lord thy God. . . and thou say in thine heart, My power and the might of mine hand hath gotten me this wealth . . . for it is he that giveth thee power to get wealth."  (Deuteronomy 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-115604061683894282?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/115604061683894282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=115604061683894282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/115604061683894282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/115604061683894282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-flowers-fade.html' title='When the flowers fade'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-115254351904103694</id><published>2006-07-10T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:46:57.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Claiming our reality</title><content type='html'>Lottery winners were just announced. I'm told that I am a winner.  No way! Too good to be true.  Can't actually be me.  I might call to verify that they chose my number, but surely there must be some mix-up. It's all a gimmick anyway.  Why bother to pursue it.  My life probably won't change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How absurd a response! Why not claim the prize? It might be a bit strange to compare the fortunes of the lottery with the implanted work of God in a believer. The thought is that just as a winning ticket may go unclaimed, so too the eternal gifts of God to his children often go unnoticed or unappreciated and unused. How tragic that the value of His work ignored is far worse than a fortune unclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be startled (and jump-started) by the promises in Scripture that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we may be perfect and entire, lacking nothing&lt;/span&gt; that we need!  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maturity&lt;/span&gt; is promised, being &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thoroughly equipped by our Creator for every good work&lt;/span&gt;, every opportunity, in season and out. Starting with the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; that He gives, we see Him adding layers of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;virtue, knowledge, temperance, patience, godliness, brotherly kindness, and charity&lt;/span&gt;. Hard to believe, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; is a part of the package as well, a peaceful &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;contentment&lt;/span&gt; even in the face of adversity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the promise, the lottery prize:  if these qualities are in us and abound, they guarantee that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we shall never fall!&lt;/span&gt;  Likewise His control of our thinking produces &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;controlled speech&lt;/span&gt; which promises total &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;control of the whole body&lt;/span&gt;. We also have the confidence that nothing we encounter has not first been allowed by Christ and has therefore been given purpose.  It is all prescribed for our good, and He has thoroughly equipped us for all occasions. We are soldiers armed with hi-tech gear that makes us &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;more than conquerors&lt;/span&gt;.  We are programmed for success and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whatsoever we do shall prosper!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is vital to recognize that our equipment is designed to be used, not talked about. Trials are not designed to defeat us, but to show us the strength we have been given.  Adversity provides opportunity for the exercising of our gifts.  In fact, the more armed we are, the more it is that pressures can prove our mettle. Our weaknesses are   the starting point for His strength. The problem is that when confronted with adversity, we faint, give up and fail to utilize our heavenly technology, the invincible spirit-filled new nature! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ourselves are not strong.  We are easily defeated without the gifts and armor of Christ.  There is therefore no room for pride in our position, only confidence in His provision. Our winning fortunes are given by Christ.  He has called us to believe Him and trust his empowerment in our daily living. Daily doses of the Word connect our thinking to this reality. Without the Word we forget who we are and become blinded to the purposes of our struggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbling it is to remember that the generous benefits God offers are not free.  They were purchased by Him at great cost, the death of his Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. Now they can be freely offered to all takers who will believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you claimed your winning lottery ticket, and are you using its benefits?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-115254351904103694?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/115254351904103694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=115254351904103694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/115254351904103694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/115254351904103694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/07/claiming-our-reality.html' title='Claiming our reality'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-115090250953355525</id><published>2006-06-21T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:32:39.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing more than monkey business</title><content type='html'>Remember the three monkeys?  Monkey #1 defiantly refused to see anything.  Monkey #2 is determined not to listen to anything.  And #3 will say nothing, not even a comment, yea or nay.  Each has noble motives, or so it appears, purposing no contact with any evil whatsoever! Inspite of their stubborness, you have to admire their intentions.  If only more of us monkeys would be as resolved, we would avoid foot-in-mouth embarrassments as well as many other contaminations! These three teach us among other things, that good intentions alone are not enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider another set of three types of people mentioned in Scripture. Two exhibit admirable qualities although severely handicapped, and the third is our example to follow. Whereas the monkeys were in denial, these three seem to be just the opposite, eager to see, hear, and receive instruction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hearer&lt;/span&gt;.  He is present every time instructions are given.  He is all ears, he nods with approval and says "amen to that!" Unfortunately that is as far as he goes, ready to hear, but slow to move, and missing in action. Initially he is on fire, but nowhere to be found at the end of the day. By failing to act upon that which he hears, he deceives others as well as himself.  Something is wrong with this picture. He is not as committed as he appears.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The second is very wise, or so it seems.  This is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the knower, the "wise" man.&lt;/span&gt; He assures all that he's been there and done that, offering advice and counsel for all situations. Given all his wisdom however, his track record is strangely disappointing, for he is content only with compiling information for show, and not with being an example.  Worse is the fact that without first-hand experience, his counsel can be unreliable. The danger looming for him is that his life is in conflict with his knowledge. Something troubling is also very wrong in this picture.  He knows the truth but chooses to live otherwise.  Eventually his life style will override his knowledge, and his beliefs will soon conform to the way he lives.  This person cannot be trusted and is already in motion on a slippery slope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although both the hearer and the knower are flawed, they should not be thrown out with the bath water. The challenge is to show them the danger they are in, and then to motivate them to experience the truth to which they have been exposed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our example is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the doer&lt;/span&gt;.  He hears and  understands, but he also is able to apply what has been learned.  He speaks from experience and the consistency of his life is his most impressive credential. Of what value is the intent listener, or the man with knowledge, if few if any are ultimately benefitted by their lives?  Doers succeed, improve the lives of others, and make excellent leaders. Surely the tongue must be bridled, the eye guarded, and the life kept unspotted from the world, but he that does the will of God abides forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-115090250953355525?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/115090250953355525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=115090250953355525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/115090250953355525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/115090250953355525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/06/doing-more-than-monkey-business.html' title='Doing more than monkey business'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114936821550989985</id><published>2006-06-03T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:35:02.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The direction of ordinary days</title><content type='html'>There seem to be very few special days in life.  It is easy to think they are all ordinary, even sub-ordinary. We view most days as normal, uneventful or boring in the grand scheme.  The few days that distinguish themselves as special are going to happen:  Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Year's Day, birthdays, beginning a new year of classes, a new school, graduation, marriage, babies, etc.  The special days however don't happen without the preparation and experience of everyday routines. The key is learning to accept each day, each activity, even each person encountered, as planned and organized by God himself. Each growing season will eventually yield its desired fruit.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Christian, reality is that no day should be boring, uneventful or without purpose. Unfortunately, we have often failed to experience this reality.  The new nature given at salvation is a forever possession.  It is given by God, grown by God, and perfected by Him.  Nothing is ordinary about what He implants into believers. The difficulty comes in our learning to recognize His nurturing of that new nature. We need a response of faith that He is active in our day, rather than our usual negative response to only what we see.  Regular exposure to His Word will remove the blinders and stimulate growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very thought that another bad day is happening is the proof of God's purpose for us!  His strength is perfected in us &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on our weak days&lt;/span&gt;! Every ordinary day is full of opportunities for His greatness to be evidenced.  But having forgotten that we were purged from our old sins, we blindly plow through our days unaware of what He is doing for us. All that He has prepared is good. If only we would remember that good qualities are usually grown and strengthened by pressure.  Unfortunately there seem to be no shortcuts.  So pressure it is, and by His pressure we will grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114936821550989985?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114936821550989985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114936821550989985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114936821550989985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114936821550989985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/06/direction-of-ordinary-days.html' title='The direction of ordinary days'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114876471287127690</id><published>2006-05-27T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:04:30.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our forgotten value</title><content type='html'>If we only really understood our true value!  Because we often have a wrong perspective of ourselves, we also see others in the same negative light. The key is how God sees us?  How should we then see ourselves, and how should that affect our treatment of others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MY WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We easily underestimate our worth as individuals and try to compensate for our deficiencies by pouring ourselves into our work, hoping to find approval and acceptance.  We fear that people will appreciate us only if we excel. Our value becomes connected only to externals, those visible deeds expected of us and for which we become known.  Self-esteem rises or falls based on our own perception of our performance or by how we imagine others are viewing us. In short, we are self-focused and wholly dependent upon ourselves for stability. This is a recipe for pride, inferiority and endless disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A BLURRY WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inaccurate look at who we are as individuals produces in us a critical spirit towards others.  Focusing on their flaws and problems, we can conclude that everyone else sees us with the same disapproval. This judgmental attitude drains energy, and we find ourselves with little patience for others, especially those with the greatest needs.  We learn to expect as inevitable life as it has always been, looking at events and people through the prism of past failures. Eventually we conclude that God must certainly think of us in the same way.  Hating ourselves and distrusting everyone, we are most miserable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HIS WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing that God does not think or act like us!  Our Maker has a different view of his children.  We are not judged by the work we do.  We are loved for who we are, or rather who He has made us to become. "You are fearfully and wonderfully made. . . I have loved you with an everlasting love. . . Your sins and iniquities will I remember no more. . . Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our acceptance is not based on our performance but on the righteousness given by Jesus Christ.  We are of great value to God, so much so that we were purchased with the blood of His own Son. Let us not be be discontent with the Master's working on us. His love for us will then be reflected in our understanding of and compassion for those around us. When MY WORLD and BLURRY WORLD overtakes us with frustrations, let us remember that we are part of HIS WORLD and that we are still of GREAT VALUE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114876471287127690?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114876471287127690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114876471287127690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114876471287127690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114876471287127690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-forgotten-value.html' title='Our forgotten value'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114809592979840398</id><published>2006-05-19T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:33:07.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your greatest impact</title><content type='html'>What an amazing recovery!  A total transformation had been accomplished!  A completely new man had just emerged from years of homelessness, violence, bondage and virtual insanity! Living under torment of the devil in graveyards and often driven into the wilderness, this captive was frequently bound with chains and fetters, and possessed with many demons. Sound familiar? His situation couldn't have been any worse!  (Our problems are no match for this man's troubles!)  His whole life changed however, when Jesus confronted him, and he found himself sitting in Jesus' presence, clothed and in his right mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thought is very encouraging.  The solution to even the most defiant problems in this world is found in the person of Jesus Christ.  In what may have been only a few minutes, that maniac found peace and purpose in his life.  The answer is simply a Person, not a philosophy, or a system of gradual improvement. That man of Gadara certainly could not help himself, and so our need can similarly only be met by Christ himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is the reality of our greatest effectiveness, our central purpose.  I notice more than the new purpose is the location of that purpose.  This man wanted to continue to stay in Jesus' presence, a natural desire seeing all that had just happened to him.  But he was told, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;return to thine own house, and show how great things God hath done unto thee.&lt;/span&gt;" Wouldn't he have preferred to see thousands fed, multitudes healed, and witness first hand the converting of hundreds of his fellow countrymen in great need?  But the Lord knew that he would be more effective going home.  Indeed, it says that "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he went his way, and published throughout the whole city how great things Jesus had done unto him&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As easy as it is to envy another setting, a different set of circumstances, a completely new set of people, we are told that as with the candle, we are to let the light  shine &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to all that are in the house&lt;/span&gt;. Those in our family who know us best will recognize the genuineness of a life transformed by the Lord Jesus Christ.  And it is usually there that the greatest challenges can be found.  Genuine Christianity is first evidenced by Christ's wonderful work done within our own family! We have been placed exactly where all circumstances are right for our growth and our most effective impact.     (Luke chapter 8 and Matthew chapter 5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114809592979840398?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114809592979840398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114809592979840398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114809592979840398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114809592979840398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-greatest-impact.html' title='Your greatest impact'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114781888100112880</id><published>2006-05-16T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:35:39.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How could we have been so blind?</title><content type='html'>My son-in-law playfully warns his young boys, "there's danger, danger all around!"  My grandchildren alertly respond to their dad and continue playing, but with a renewed awareness of dad's presence and protection.  Dad provides security and carefully safe-guards his own with a gentle but strong arm.  The boys are learning obedience out of great love and respect, and learning it impressively. It will serve them well all of their days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simple for them now, or so it seems from an adult perspective. At some point however, sooner and later, there will be storms, high waters, heated situations, fearful times, even seemingly overwhelming obstacles.  The boys would argue that they are there now! But just wait, and they will only intensify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years pass, each not without their necessary storms.  Yet they have all been weathered, and somehow they passed. Walks through turbulance, trips across unknown territories, and trials by fire have come and gone. (A colleague of mine jokingly says, "there, there, that wasn't so good!") Hard as it gets, we survive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, but is there something or someone we have missed along the way?  Someone we fail to respond to?  A Dad who watches us very attentively, and who lovingly protects us?  Someone whose voice we choose to ignore?  Someone who could spare us enormous stress and anxiety? But for some unknown reason we would not see Him or be comforted by Him?  Our loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Thus saith the Lord that created thee, and formed thee, Fear not: for I have called thee by name: thou art mine.  When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee: and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee:  when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.  For I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Saviour.  Since thou wast precious in my sight, thou hast been honorable, and I have loved thee.  Fear not:  for I am with thee.  I am the Lord, your Holy One, the creator of Israel, your King, which maketh a way in the sea, and a path in the mighty waters."&lt;/span&gt;  This is from Isaiah chapter 43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waters and the fires are prescribed and to be expected, but not to be endured alone.  Our Maker, Protector, and Guide calls to us, "danger, danger all around", but "fear not, I will be with thee."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114781888100112880?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114781888100112880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114781888100112880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114781888100112880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114781888100112880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-could-we-have-been-so-blind.html' title='How could we have been so blind?'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114632287515098679</id><published>2006-04-29T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:01:17.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Previously unnoticed</title><content type='html'>Hundreds, maybe thousands of commutes, travels and urgent errands fill the days.  Weeks become a pile of years in little time.  All the while the view at 65 mile speeds is very limited, making details virtually impossible to discover, or at least easy to ignore.   The disabling snowstorm or the traffic-stopping accident however, immediately alters our perspective and forces us to observe life in slower motion.  The newness of the slow-moving scenery now makes us wonder if this is actually the same familiar route we have traveled day after day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt; always better than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt;? Does &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too busy&lt;/span&gt; have to crowd out everything else?  Just because household activities are not visible at high speeds, doesn't mean that they don't exist, or that they are irrelevant.  I wonder if in fact, the more important events are taking place just off the thruway, obscured from the view of driven drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life starts in slow motion, and it appears to end in slow motion.  How tragic that it is usually only at these extremes that the beauty of life and its importance are seen and appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marvel at the connection that takes place between a grandfather and his grandchild.  What do they possibly have in common?  Perhaps one answer is their pace.  Their speeds and needs, for a small moment in time, are designed to intersect.  One slows, while the other grows. For a time they walk in the same lane at the same speed and value the same scenery.  But soon their paths will take a new direction.  One will pull off at the exit, while the other eagerly joins the highway of life at 65 miles per every hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114632287515098679?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114632287515098679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114632287515098679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114632287515098679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114632287515098679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/04/previously-unnoticed.html' title='Previously unnoticed'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114312697011903820</id><published>2006-03-23T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:22:23.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you expect?</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And the whole multitude sought to touch him: for there went virtue out of him, and healed them all&lt;/span&gt;." (Luke 6:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues replied to the praise of an enthusiastic student after the concert, "Well, what did you expect?"  The audience comes to be entertained.  They pay for greatness and have come to expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd goes to a sporting event hoping to watch a dramatic win.  Hopefully they leave satisfied.  The sick patient enters the ER desiring to be treated immediately.  In every area of life we have come to expect certain things, behavior, services.  What is expected of a Christian?  And how are we recognized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Christians become known for being too critical, intolerant, narrow-minded, and countless other negatives?  Or are believers identified by their love?  Jesus was known on that day by the virtue that went out of his very being.  Multitudes sought to touch him.  All were affected by his presence. Granted many had selfish motives for seeking him, but he healed them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to suggest that we ought to embrace anything and everything in the name of love.  The focus is on that which emanates from Christ. Virtue comes from him, life, wisdom, kindness, compassion, and strength.  He did not try to be all of these. He is all of these. They are traits which characterize him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Christ resides in the believer, his nature is in us and has the capability of expressing itself quite visibly to others. We can wear the negatives of our own self-absorption, or we can demonstrate the virtue of Christ that we have been given.  When others see us, do they see negatives, our trying to be good, or do they witness the powerful virtue of Christ himself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114312697011903820?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114312697011903820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114312697011903820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114312697011903820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114312697011903820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-did-you-expect.html' title='What did you expect?'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114308659414545874</id><published>2006-03-22T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:29:08.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Escape</title><content type='html'>The evacuation was a success!  Mission completed!  You have now entered the life zone, and you are about to embark on a brand new adventure.  The scenery may look the same, but the rules have changed.  You no longer are connected to the old support system.  A new life line far superior has replaced your old responses.  You are now free to access the new system.  You are no longer living in the domain of darkness.  Welcome to the Kingdom of God!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son&lt;/span&gt;."  Col.1:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact:  Your wiring for self-serving disobedience has been disconnected, and a new computerized response system has been installed during your flight.  The old behavior patterns may signal you that it is still intact, but those responses are only "ghost" nerve endings that have been permanently severed.  Your memory will remind you of what once was, but there is no more power there to control you.  Heavenly technology has been implanted within your chest and new celestial mechanics are securely in place. Your new system works perfectly! In short, the old is gone, destroyed, rendered forever ineffective.  Your new behavior is now driven by a highly sophisticated system which is empowered from beyond this known world. You should like the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usage:  You need to know how this new behavioral system operates.  It is not driven by your five senses.  It is fully dependent upon your being convinced that it indeed controls you, which it does.  Your senses may tell you that it doesn't work, and your mind will try to explain away its reality.  But it has the power to alter your thinking, your desires, your speech and your whole course of life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will thrive as it is routinely accessed by your belief in its effectiveness.  Your manual is the Word of God which will create favorable conditions for your belief (or faith) to grow. Your faith will grow not by faith in the new system, but by faith in the One who gave you the system.  Neglect the user's manual, and you will find this new technology strangely inefficient.  Devour the manual, and you will know well its very Author! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new life has been provided for you at enormous cost. Do not take it lightly.  Become quite familiar with it.  You may use it as much as you wish, for it will never fail you or need repair.  You will even find that it will thoroughly acquaint you with its Maker and the One who purchased it for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you go back to the old system?  You can pretend, but why would you want to?!  You have been successfully delivered from the power of darkness and translated into the kingdom of his dear Son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114308659414545874?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114308659414545874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114308659414545874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114308659414545874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114308659414545874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/03/amazing-escape.html' title='The Amazing Escape'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114299946585892762</id><published>2006-03-21T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:04:26.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not pass GO . . . Do not collect $200</title><content type='html'>The road is never smooth for long.  It has its bumps, straight-aways, turns, climbs and downhills, but it always keeps going somehow.  There are tedious treks, many short hauls, and even occasional smooth sailing, but the road continues for hundreds of miles, and the journey for all its obstacles is all still good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile after mile the pavement stretches out meeting the horizon. Gas is cheap, the radio is loud, the car will drive forever, and we are all bullet-proof.  But at some point up ahead the road is suddenly closed, apparently without warning with not even a detour in sight.  The bridge is out until further notice and the journey comes to a hault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect it was a good ride, driving full speed ahead with plenty of great times and rewards.  Perspective changes quickly however.  All of yesterday's storms, traffic and rough travel so sadly and effectively clouded a clear view at the time.  Why is the pavement far behind and miles ahead always more attractive?  A mirage of deception.  The trip of the present causes whining and stress, while the look forwards and back is always seen through carefree glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow GO was always passed by, even if it said not to.  $200 was always collected, it was automatic! It was owed us!  We always got out of jail free, and eventually even landed on FREE PARKING.  But fat city doesn't last forever and the game eventually ends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can take heart nonetheless that there was a warning before the road ended!  Barriers and signs were there to prevent dissaster, dangers that we did not or would not foresee.  Directions must be changed for the benefit of the drivers.  A better way must often confront us without our appoval.  Left to ourselves we would choose poorly more often than not.  He who watches and guides our path always directs wisely. Another road, another destination, another kind of trip.  Maybe this time the splendor of the journey will not be missed, and the precious few days of the rerouting might be enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114299946585892762?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114299946585892762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114299946585892762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114299946585892762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114299946585892762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-not-pass-go-do-not-collect-200_21.html' title='Do not pass GO . . . Do not collect $200'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114299247430268280</id><published>2006-03-21T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:48:16.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The trees or the forest?</title><content type='html'>Back in my tennis obsessive-compulsive days I tended to avoid back hand shots, preferring to smash as best as I could only with my mighty forehand strokes. My forte was the devastating forehand, while my backhands turned out to be slices and finesse deals at best. The slowness of those shots usually marked the end of the rally, giving my opponent plenty of time to rush the net and clobber his return mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After observing some Wimbleton matches, I saw the powerful no-fear attitude, even in the backhands. In fact the players seemed to welcome them. Back on the court myself, I noticed an immediate improvement in my confidence having a fresh memory of my tennis heroes' approach to every shot. Hesitating and doubt spelled a weak question mark, whereas a well-rehearsed bold and aggressive stroke more often than not ended with an exclamation mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention to the details of technique is vital, but it should be secondary to the goal of winning and winning with style in the process. Worrying about the backhand should be followed with smart backhand practice. But when the game begins, all fear and hesitancy should be gone. What carries one through the rigors of set and match is that relentless pursuit of excellence, not obsessing on details of technique, at least not by that point. Style and drive, like a dog with a bone, usually win more points than boring perfection. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Winners keep the forest in focus inspite of the trees&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114299247430268280?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114299247430268280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114299247430268280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114299247430268280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114299247430268280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/03/trees-or-forest.html' title='The trees or the forest?'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114048130253267527</id><published>2006-02-20T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:40:31.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tombs are for the dead</title><content type='html'>Zak, our youngest son, comes up more and more these days with profound observations which he interjects at just the right moment.  It is as if he were waiting for the perfect opportunity to insert truth when it is most needed.  I am learning to consult him for problems and questions. How he will be missed next year when college calls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following a great message from his brother Tim yesterday on Lazarus being raised by Jesus, Zak casually commented to me today that "the old nature has been crucified.  It is not just alive and sitting there waiting to be summoned.  It is dead."  It was put to death at the cross.  It no longer dominates.  All of it that remains are only tendencies and deceptions which try to make us believe that the dead still live.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans chapter six spells this out.  How familiar the text, but how slow I am to grasp it!  Residual effects of the old nature are like the grave clothes of Lazarus which are to be torn away and discarded.  They no longer serve any purpose.  Grave clothes are not me anymore!  We are alive with Christ. Why continue hanging around the tombs of sin any more?  Why even visit?  Why think about that from which we have been delivered? Paul said, God forbid, or why would we even want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a fresh, simple declaration of what is absolutely true. The old nature has been crucified and replaced with His divine nature, permanently.  Thanks, Zak, for the reminder! We needed that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114048130253267527?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114048130253267527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114048130253267527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114048130253267527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114048130253267527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/02/tombs-are-for-dead.html' title='Tombs are for the dead'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114014794793280174</id><published>2006-02-16T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:54:26.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought filter for today</title><content type='html'>Reading assignment is Philippians chapter 4.  What good is there in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulls eye:  (v.7) the peace of God provides a safe-keeping for our hearts and minds.  (I need help for inner stability and a mind that can keep a focus on what's important, as well as the ability to filter out thoughts that are counterproductive and even destructive.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought filter:  (v.8) The thought filter enables us to hit the bulls eye.  The new nature wants to think on things listed here.  The old nature resists this list and insists on doing the opposite!  Since Christ's new nature has defeated the power of sin and all its thought patterns, it leaves the obvious result that this list is entirely do-able!  I cannot decide to just think these things, but He does, and therefore, so I can. I suppose that it is like a skill that needs to be practiced.  But if He wants it for us and has told us to do it, then it must be possible!  Here they are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose to concentrate on things that are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;true, honest, just, pure, lovely, of good report, things of virtue, things that are praise-worthy&lt;/span&gt;. A quick inventory today showed me how skilled I am at doing the very opposite of each of these!  Grateful for the Good News. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 8 "tools" provide the protective grid for our conversations and thoughts, and also guard our hearts so that we can successfully bring under control all of our responses. This is impossible unless He controls the heart and the tongue. Thankfully, that is exactly what He and only He can do, and He has invited us to see Him do this filtering in us. And He is able to show us that it works.  I hate to say bring it on, but our peace and security depend on this filter.  So, the negative attacks so that the filter of the positive can deflect it. We shall see how this works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114014794793280174?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114014794793280174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114014794793280174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114014794793280174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114014794793280174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/02/thought-filter-for-today.html' title='Thought filter for today'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-114014412771972714</id><published>2006-02-16T20:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:59:20.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective for today's activities!</title><content type='html'>Off to work as usual, headed for stresses, people, challenges, complainers (usually me), pressures, obstacles to peace and sense of fulfillment, unpleasant surprises, etc. etc.  What an attitude!  What have I come to expect from life?  And what good do I expect if this is what I have come to anticipate each day!  Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressures are quite real in all their forms, but a change in my perspective is beginning to show me a different attitude towards them.  There is a purpose attached to each of these "unpleasantries". These difficulties can become the good works we were created for in Ephesians 2:10 because they are designed to show me the powerful work of Christ in me.  The works are not thank you notes or cookies and flowers, but the ability to respond to the trials knowing that they were planned for my benefit and for the reflecting of Christ to others. The many good works He has planned are just beginning once we can appreciate purpose in trials.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can reach me unless the Lord says "yes, send it to him now, it is what he needs.  It will cause him to turn to me and recognize the strength I have given him for just the time as this. He needs to see this and so do those around him. And he needs to see the person of Christ in his daily pressures."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to welcome the stresses of life as expressly sent to be beautifully met by the strength of God within me is the discovery of these days!  They are not intruders to be avoided at all cost.  They are agents to show me the sufficiency of Christ.  Christ in me, the hope of glory.  The reality of the present world is met by the even more powerful reality of Christ in me, his mind, his wisdom, his skill, his kindness, his patience, his love, etc. Nothing the job can throw at us can separate us from Him, his plan, his conforming, his love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was full of opportunities for me to lay aside my life-long reflexs of anger, frustration, discouragment, fear, etc. and begin to see the Lord's strong and loving hand walking me through each moment.  His grace is way more potent than we think, and at the end of the day always accomplishes his ultimate plan of conforming and transforming us to the likeness of his Son.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This good news however has been slow to sink in.  Too many years of neglect, blindness and hardness. But the word of God is powerful and effective in penetrating even the most stubborn of hearts such as mine. A change in my response to very irritating people, obstacle courses, etc. have been the amazing proof that He is real and that his busy work in us is full-speed-ahead as long as life shall last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-114014412771972714?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/114014412771972714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=114014412771972714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114014412771972714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/114014412771972714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/02/perspective-for-todays-activities.html' title='Perspective for today&apos;s activities!'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113633910870772586</id><published>2006-01-03T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:21:03.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering how to discover</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where sin abounds, there does grace much more abound&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts: grace trumps sin, light overcomes darkness, christians' sins were crucified with Christ, we have been raised in the likeness of his resurrection, we are dead to sin and alive to Christ, sin shall not have dominion over us, etc.  So then there remains the realizing of these truths in daily experience.  The evidence of the impotence of sin and the reality of the new agenda, the new purpose, the new life, the new pursuit are there for the taking.  Faith declares this so, but sight needs to be convinced. Or does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith believes without having to see, or else faith would not be necessary.  Perhaps seeing is required only of the weak.  (They required of Jesus a sign, one more proof, yet another miracle.)  Faith comprehends what is stated by God to be true without need of evidence.  Sin has been conquered.  The old nature put to death.  All that remains of sin is our memory bank, deception that it is still powerful, and the lure of the flesh from which we have been delivered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pull of sin is real, yet the control of it has been broken.  The lies of its enslaving power are still well advertized.  But the truth is that it is of no effect any more.  It has been replaced by the indwelling new nature which far surpasses it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right then, the edifice of sin is encountered.  It looks formidable, yet we are reminded that it is but an illusion, smoke and mirrors, a lie.  Are we then to proceed in denial?  Are we schizophrenic, constantly seeing sin but trying to live in the spiritual realm?  Not really. God forbid.  Where sin appears invincible, grace far exceeds it.  The grasping of the truth of this new power source enables the enslaving by the sin nature to be history.  Sin is a flimsy bunt, while grace hits it out of the ballpark every time! Sin is a flickering flash light, grace a lightening storm of God's power!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering this truth as the countless scenarios of life play out day by day, hour by hour,  is the question, or the issue, or the bottom line.  The discovery of how to access the truth when confronted by the 3-D awesomeness of the sin monster, becomes the challenge of the day.  This perhaps is the threshhold of entering into real Christian living.  This is not for the feeble or half-hearted.  But alas, that is me.  I am not super-christian.  I'll never achieve the ability, the skill, the maturity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then who is able to stand and pass the test? Who is sufficient for these things?  The race is not for the swift or the strongest, but victory was purchased for us by The Lord Jesus Christ.  It is in our weakness that his strength is made perfect.  If I were smart enough or skilled enough or mature enough, then I would not need a Savior.  So the accessing of the grace line to victory must certainly be there and ripe for the picking!  I have a few ideas on the connecting of these dots, but will continue another time.  Thoughts anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113633910870772586?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113633910870772586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113633910870772586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113633910870772586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113633910870772586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2006/01/discovering-how-to-discover.html' title='Discovering how to discover'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113606929016657825</id><published>2005-12-31T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:50:13.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what's on the inside that counts!</title><content type='html'>"Thou dost desire truth in the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;innermost being&lt;/span&gt;, and in the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hidden part&lt;/span&gt; Thou wilt make me know wisdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is tired of Christians with externals only . . . strict adherence to dress code, numerous restrictions in activities, diet, etc. Convictions are fine and provide some security.  But they don't protect the heart from jumping over the barricades and craving that which the outward standards were built to keep out! So let's not toss away all the external protections, but how about going for the bull's eye, the heart itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 51 doesn't say that God desires conformity to a set of external standards by which others will be impressed and notice our high level of spiritual maturity. Nor does it direct us to avoid particular fashions, hair styles, or all forms of popular music. It says that He desires honesty and truth in the innermost parts of our being. David asked for God to create in him a clean heart and a right spirit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the outward restrictions can serve as a guard from outward influences, but do not guarantee pure motives.  The internals are only transformed by the work of the Holy Spirit, the supernatural effects of God alone. Psalm 15 and 24 both identify the one who will dwell with God.  It is the one whose heart is pure and who speaks the truth in his heart, not the one who made the most commitments, memorized the most Scripture passages, or even struggled to keep a good attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the outside is important but represents a human work which produces pride, inferiority and frustration. Letting God grow the work he began in the heart at salvation is the only lasting motive-changer.  Externals don't affect desires.  Only God can produce in us desires that please Him.  All the God-infused desires we need are present in the believer. When the internal desires are fed and recognized, the externals will take care of themselves.  Then the outside will accurately reflect the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113606929016657825?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113606929016657825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113606929016657825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113606929016657825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113606929016657825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-whats-on-inside-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s what&apos;s on the inside that counts!'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113595979424251322</id><published>2005-12-30T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T13:33:58.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to yourself</title><content type='html'>Imagine that your family is kidnapped, all your belongings are stolen, and your best friends turn against you bitterly and threaten to kill you.  Bad circumstances have quickly descended into disaster, and life is not good. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such was God's agenda for David on the day when the enemy ravaged his campsite.  All had been lost. It couldn't have been any worse.  At that point Scripture says that he encouraged himself in the Lord.  Instead of cursing his predicament, he talked to himself and he prayed. Perhaps he even yelled at himself, desperately recalling God's unfailing love and sovereign plan for his life.  He knew from experience the power of God at times like this.  Thus he was able to draw valuable strength at his lowest moment. Could it have been this response that turned the tables for him and for his men that very night?  He spoke the truth to himself even though circumstances seemed to scream at him, "give up, curse God and die, get bitter, escape from all this, get back at them, God has let you down."  In fact, the Lord did not let him down, but saw to it that all was restored to David!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every showdown like this is never without its reward, its opportunity for improvement, and its overshadowing victory.  Often push must first come to shove, however, and we find ourselves at the edge of the Red Sea, between a rock and a hard place. Sadly, it is there that the best learning can take place.  Sad in that we often could have chosen wisely much earlier and with less trauma. And sad in that we often fail to respond properly especially in high pressure situations!  If we could only step back at the point of emotional impact and comprehend that God just might be in this, and remember that he always intends for life's pressures to improve us, not to destroy us!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is talking to ourselves, not a sign of senility, but a strategy, a self-coaching, an automatic recall of the truth at the moment of need.  The Holy Spirit is our coach, bringing to mind those scriptures which have been implanted (treasured) for such a time as this.  The more weapons we have become familiar with from our spiritual arsenal, the more effective will be our using of them in the crisis.  If lies can be believed when repeated often enough, then why not speak the truth to ourselves and find  protection and victory instead of defeat? "For the Word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113595979424251322?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113595979424251322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113595979424251322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113595979424251322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113595979424251322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/talk-to-yourself.html' title='Talk to yourself'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113487156720193986</id><published>2005-12-17T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T08:13:15.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Cargo</title><content type='html'>Home for Christmas in the late 70's after visiting parents in New Jersey, gathering around our departing car, my dad had said, "drive carefully, you're carrying precious cargo!"  With two little ones strapped in the back seat with all the items that would keep them occupied for the next 7 or 8 hours, we pulled away. Headed for Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories had once again been rekindled of past Christmas's, especially those of early childhood,just as clear as yesterday. Relatives had been entertained again, favorite spots revisited, familiar streets seen one more time. Impromptu tours of neighborhoods full of lights, as if each house competed for a prize.  School yards once full of noises, pressures, heartaches, pain, and strange excitment now stood silent and dark, shut down for the long winter's break.  In a short time, the routine would resume as before.  But the magic of Christmas in the 50's was never to return. All the while our precious cargo is having their 50's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous chapters of life make way for new ones to be written.  The familiar noises, pressures, heartaches, pain, and excitment waited for us again in the days, weeks and years to follow.  Same scenario, different location.  Each Christmas comes and goes. All the while our precious cargo has grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113487156720193986?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113487156720193986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113487156720193986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113487156720193986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113487156720193986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/precious-cargo.html' title='Precious Cargo'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113479499196323256</id><published>2005-12-16T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T00:04:53.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our job description</title><content type='html'>"I therefore, the prisoner of the Lord, beseech you that ye walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called, . . . "(Ephesians 4:1-3) Is the vocation our secular employment? No, it is the invitation or summons from God to order our behavior in a manner consistent with such a high calling.  Who called whom?  The Lord has sought us out, and has made us fit to be called saints. He loved us before we ever loved him. Therefore, he reminds us how we should walk in a manner worthy of his high calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the president of the company requests to see me, I hope I would not casually saunter into his office, late, jabbering away carelessly, poorly dressed, and generally disrespectful. As an employee of his company, certain codes of behavior and dress are understood and expected, not only in his presence, but consistently. Because I have been chosen to work there, I am honored, and gladly comply. If, as I am ushered into his office, one of his choice attendants whispers urgent advice to me, I would do well to listen carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Paul gives to us our job description with the expectation that we will accurately represent the One who called us out of darkness and into His marvelous light.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All lowliness&lt;br /&gt;2. Meekness&lt;br /&gt;3. Longsuffering&lt;br /&gt;4. Forbearing one another in love&lt;br /&gt;5. Endeavoring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our first instructions from day one. They are inward attitudes that will also be displayed outwardly.  Obviously, the opposite behavior cannot be tolerated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All pride and haughtiness of spirit&lt;br /&gt;2. Selfish and unbridled attitude&lt;br /&gt;3. Short-fused, impatient, easily irritated&lt;br /&gt;4. Me-first attitude, callous, inconsiderate&lt;br /&gt;5. Constantly stirring up dissention, discord, rebellion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113479499196323256?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113479499196323256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113479499196323256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113479499196323256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113479499196323256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-job-description_16.html' title='Our job description'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113466672780230648</id><published>2005-12-15T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:30:10.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardness of heart</title><content type='html'>Two passages came to the surface today.  Sometimes the Scriptures seem to work like a fortune-telling eight-ball for me.  (Our pastor will certainly shudder at that thought!) Anyway, the theme is the hardness of our hearts.  Not a pretty sight, and perhaps not encouraging either, unless you are the kind of person that tends to take a lesson from another's struggles.  We certainly don't delight in seeing them, but they can well be used for our learning and benefit. Even better is the one who can recognize his own problems and find the help needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked by his disciples in Matthew chapter 19 why Moses allowed for divorce, Jesus reminded them that that was not the original plan.  But "because of the hardness of your hearts", he permitted the putting away, but only in cases of unfaithfulness during the time of betrothal prior to the wedding.  The point here is not nit-picking over right and wrong divorce scenarios, but a look at the sad cause of marriage break-ups in the first place, the hardness of our hearts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Romans chapter 9 Pharoah is mentioned as an example of one whose heart had become calloused. As he continued to resist the Lord, God began to harden his heart to the detriment of both his family and the entire nation.  The more he insisted on defying the Lord, the worse matters became.  Layer upon layer of self-willed resistance becomes a thick wall which eventually chokes out all life. Ten times Pharoah had opportunity to repent, but he refused. Nevertheless he did play his part in the ultimate plan of God for his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Corinthians chapter 10 reminds us of the consequences of resisting God. Ignoring God, the people had fallen into evil pursuits, idolatry, immorality, and murmering.  At the end of the day 23,000 had died.  We are warned in Hebrews chapter 3 about the consequences of rebellion.  "Harden not your hearts, as in the day of temptation in the wilderness. . . but exhort one another daily lest any of you be hardened through the deceitfulness of sin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be added that the new nature does not get hardened.  The inner man is renewed daily and has all the resurrection power necessary to break down any obstacle.  It is the old sinful nature that can become hardened, deceiving and blinding.  Hebrews 3:14 says that "we are made partakers of Christ."  Christ is never hardened. So it is for the new nature. Let us exhort one another daily lest the cares of this world, the deceitfulness of riches, and the lusts for other things draw away our hearts. In addition to severly limiting our potential, it damages others, especially those closest to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113466672780230648?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113466672780230648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113466672780230648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113466672780230648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113466672780230648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/hardness-of-heart.html' title='Hardness of heart'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113457849231204407</id><published>2005-12-14T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:52:28.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your ID, visible or invisible?</title><content type='html'>Violinists can be spotted easily.  It is the raw discolored callous on the left side of the neck. (Too much practicing!)  Brass players are likewise branded on the upper lip with a "red cheerio", the mouthpiece imprint from high-pressure playing, usually worn very proudly!  Guitar players wear their left hand finger tip callouses and long nails on the right hand.  I suppose every job leaves its accompanying ID marks on its workers.  What about Christians?  Is it bumper stickers, WWJD jewelry, fish insignias, lapel pins?  What did Jesus say was to be our foremost identifying trait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another." It could be expected that the Lord might well have said, if ye have love &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for your enemies&lt;/span&gt;. But instead the litmus test is right there in the church! We must remember the sober warning, "whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness, walks in the darkness, and does not know where he going, because the darkness has blinded his eyes." Harboring any degree of hatred for brothers and sisters in Christ is devastating for us and for all those watching for some evidence of reality in the Christian life. James also points out the futility of duplicity.  Can a fountain both yield fresh water and sweet?  Should we bless God and curse men in the same breath?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us purge ourselves of every unkind and judgmental criticism.  The implanted new nature is only capable of edifying conversation.  The old nature, full of every evil word and deed, has been crucified.  Why then should we act as if it still dominates our behavior?  Viewing all people as God sees them will help purify our walk, and will evoke the love for one another that is the key trademark of Christ's church. "Let your light so shine among men that they may see your good works (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love for each other&lt;/span&gt;) and glorify your Father which is in heaven."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113457849231204407?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113457849231204407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113457849231204407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113457849231204407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113457849231204407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-id-visible-or-invisible.html' title='Your ID, visible or invisible?'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113453029588724924</id><published>2005-12-13T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:18:15.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proving Your God</title><content type='html'>Call it proof of profession, or proof of possession, it seems that one's ultimate allegiance can be seen under pressure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture a brave soldier, well trained and equipped for any possible onslaught. To most observers he appears strong and trust-worthy. Nearby is his secure underground bunker, his obvious shelter in the event of deadly attack. All that he would need is stowed within. Also nearby is a single tall tree standing exposed in an open field. How strange it would be to witness that soldier when attacked by the enemy armed to the hilt, forsake the bunker and rush to climb that nearest tree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the soldier at that moment revealed his trust in that which not only provided no protection, but also that which endangered his very life. How often like the foolish soldier, we shun the Fortress of our souls and choose that which soon leads to our destruction! He may have often boasted of his steadfast faith in his secure protection, only to reveal the stupidity of reality for him when push came to shove. Perhaps he forgot where he should go in the heat of battle, or maybe he was fearful, apathetic, or just didn't see the danger?  Same result.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How honest is our profession?  To whom do we run during storms?  Is our security on the tree-tops, or in the Bunker? What easily moves us off center? How deep are our  roots and shallow our faith?  How is it that when we have absolute secure protection and every provision that we tend to distain it all for no logical reason? It does not have to be so.  We have been outfitted and "infitted" by Christ himself, and reality for the believer is "the shelter", not the "tree-tops".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seeing then that we have a great high priest . . . Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession. . . Let us come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need." (Heb.4:14,16) He is our shelter, our protector, and our God.  Why go anywhere else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113453029588724924?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113453029588724924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113453029588724924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113453029588724924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113453029588724924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/proving-your-god_13.html' title='Proving Your God'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113449717631221824</id><published>2005-12-13T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:40:40.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planting for Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>If you want to be prepared for the next concert, certain things are needful, others are not!  Every skill makes its demands upon us and there are no shortcuts. There is a "weeding" process required for success as well as a time of "planting".  A good day just doesn't happen.  Left to chance, chances are good for failure.  "Cause and effect" still rules, fortunately and unfortunately.  Just as disciplines must be practiced over time, fresh inspiration and specific preparation must be in place before a successful performance can be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is in our spiritual walk.  Victories and fulfilling ministries just don't happen by chance. Old thought processes and useless activities produce blindness and a lack of focus which must be replaced by a new direction which is aimed solely at success. Sowing to the flesh reaps failure, defeat, and death, while sowing to the Spirit yields life. The truth is that we reap what we have sown.  What we are sowing today will definitely affect our future results.  And what we reap tomorrow can indicate what kind of sowing has been going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Christian life were only about our diligent farming skills, we would all still be in desperate need of some government bail-out assistence!  Fortunately, success does not depend upon our finite abilities.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Preparing for tomorrow simply involves a genuine and consistent seeking after our life source, the Lord Jesus Christ. His Word provides the direction, focus and energy needed for each day&lt;/span&gt;.  Faith in His wisdom for us, and remaining convinced of the superiority of His ways provides the basis for our success.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to know that He maintains his grasp on his children and that our success is not based on our trying to "perform" for Him.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our success depends on our willingness to see His work played out in the hour-by-hour events of our day&lt;/span&gt;.  He thinks upon us, takes great interest in us, delights in us, and empowers us for the success of His will. In fact, He has conquered our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unwillingness to even want&lt;/span&gt; to participate with Him! He is totally committed to our success.  A no-brainer, can't fail situation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planting wisely for tomorrow then, is nothing more than gaining His perspective on the events that He brings our way, and allowing Him to remove the blinders of sin that block our view of Him.  This is accomplished by His Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113449717631221824?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113449717631221824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113449717631221824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113449717631221824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113449717631221824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/planting-for-tomorrow.html' title='Planting for Tomorrow'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113408392185901865</id><published>2005-12-08T17:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:15:08.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Contents</title><content type='html'>Wandering into an antique shop full of used household treasures, the browser surveyed many of the hundreds of items on display. He was looking for something of great value at a bargain price. (Imagine that!)  Aisles and aisles of once treasured vases, pitchers, and containers of every size and shape imaginable seemed to call out to the browser for his attention. If only the vessels could talk!  Where did they come from?  What did they once hold, and whom did they serve? And how did they end up here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many rounds of the aisles of merchandise, the shopper kept returning to the same object, a curious little vase, rather unattractive, plain and simple.  Picking it up he could see vaguely the price which had been scratched out . Somehow he sensed that great value had been attached to this one-time treasure.  Asking the proprietor, he learned that this vase had quite a history in a family of great affluence. Not only of daily use in the household of nobility, it had contained costly valuables which had been precious to the family.  The fact that it appeared plain and simple made it all the more special to the owners.  No thief would suspect that such a vessel contained such valuable treasure.  One time worth an enormous amount of money, it had been broken and eventually sold or given away.  The sticker had apparently been marked "priceless".  Now it was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul discribes a similar scenario when he wrote of the priceless treasure poured into vessels of clay.  Who could imagine a plan where the God of the universe would dwell in the form of a man.  And who can explain the mind of our Creator who purchased plain and simple vessels of clay in order to empty into them all the treasures of heaven?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us." "Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We contain precious and valuable contents!  Let our outward behavior reflect who we are on the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113408392185901865?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113408392185901865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113408392185901865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113408392185901865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113408392185901865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/mystery-contents_08.html' title='Mystery Contents'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113399544113977464</id><published>2005-12-07T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:01:15.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying in your lane</title><content type='html'>BANG . . . AND THEY'RE OFF!!  Leaping from the starting blocks, the runners begin the race with lots of energy expended freely and willingly!  There's loud applause and encouraging cheers from coaches and friends.   You're running well the race!  The training and all the disciplined preparation now begins to pay off.  There's a joy and an exhileration you've not known before.  The rush of running pushes you along almost above the air, and you think of how much you love this race.  You are aimed clearly at the finish line which you can almost taste!  Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember to stay in your lane. Keep within the lines and focus straight ahead, ready for the next hurdle.  Pace yourself.  Don't get distracted.  Expect fatigue and maybe even exhaustion.  You've been equipped and prepared for every obstacle. Don't even think of giving up!  It is not an option. You can do it!  You have it within you.  It will be worth all the effort!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laps mount up and the race toughens.  Thrill turns to toil.  Some turn aside not to compete again.  Others perhaps unprepared suffer injuries and become disqualified.  The path appears more difficult, turning into an uphill climb, and the winds now resist all runners. The cheers and excitement seem distant, and those emotions which had propelled the runners forward are now a force to be ignored.  Some have slowed considerably and appear only to be going through the motions.  Still remembering the trainer, "The Greater the Trial, the Greater the Triumph," the runner continues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that the more that distractions and discouraging forces present themselves, the more satisfying the finish?  Why is it easy at the beginning and so fatiguing during the final laps?  How is the pursuit of excellence always so exhausting?  Why is staying in the game so difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real test of that which lies within is truly measured only by the most gruesome conflict.  Excellence is proven when it triumphs over the most abstinent foe.  Confidence is produced when the training has yielded its fruit of victory.  Diligence and consistency do pay off.  Staying in your lane and finishing the task is the goal.  Each man's purpose and deep satisfaction is found only in playing within the guidelines of the game.  The finish line is the motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113399544113977464?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113399544113977464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113399544113977464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113399544113977464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113399544113977464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/staying-in-your-lane.html' title='Staying in your lane'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113375042552061532</id><published>2005-12-04T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:02:10.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"But what's on the inside?"</title><content type='html'>Back in grade school my brother and I would often hear our mother say, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Looks good on the outside, boys, but how about the inside&lt;/span&gt;?"  We were dressed for church or some special occasion, shoes polished, hair slicked, tie clipped on straight, and our sport jackets buttoned as directed.  Complying as we did, and having no choice, we presented ourselves the best we could, always cleaned up outwardly, but more often than not, still messy and unwilling on the inside. Such as boys are, we were.  Yet her question would stick with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a decade or so, and the inside left unattended begins to make itself seen on the outside.  The true heart condition is now evidenced by externals that more accurately mirror an unpleasant reality.  Many would be disappointed with the visible signs of rebellion, but fail to grieve over the source, the disease of the heart not cured.  It is like a fanatic zeal to conceal all symptoms of a deadly disease.  At first the outward behavior seems to be under control, but eventually the masking breaks down, and the the ugly conquest of the ailment is manifested openly.  Sadly, many resist help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news!  Where outward remedies ultimately fail, there is a real cure for the ailing heart of self-willed, obstinate sin.  Where sin abounds, grace much more abounds! The Master Surgeon, our Creator, is the only one with the operating instruments capable of a successful treatment.  His cure is the blood of His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ.  His death and resurrection can empower the total transformation of the heart of every person.  Disconnecting the old self-focused heart, He implants a new heart, a new mindset, new desires, a new life pursuit.  The old "machine" of selfish obstinance is now replaced by a brand new "engine" which generates a willing obedience to its Maker.  This inward cleansing is both thorough and lasting. It is completely His work, and our attempts to add to or take credit for the cleaning are futile and an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This becomes the new reality.  The inside is now changed, clean and "driven" by a new power source.  Recollections of old behavior, tendencies, and thought patterns persist, but they are dwarfed by this over-riding new and more powerful nature.  Furthermore, old ways are no longer controlling or enslaving, for they have been effectively rendered inoperable and obsolete!  When fed, tested, and trusted, this new nature becomes the dominant force in ones life and the very reason for our existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep appreciation for my parents and the many who pointed me to the One who changes hearts!  I look back and say with gratefulness, "Hey Mom, the outside is getting older, but thanks to God, the inside is clean, getting better every day, and thriving!"  Thanks for asking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113375042552061532?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113375042552061532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113375042552061532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113375042552061532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113375042552061532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/but-whats-on-inside.html' title='&quot;But what&apos;s on the inside?&quot;'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113349183772529025</id><published>2005-12-01T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:37:26.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Mahler . . .</title><content type='html'>Hours of waiting backstage while the pieces I don't play are being rehearsed to death.  The result: free time.  How about finding a quiet corner and see what items come to my attention before Mahler 1st does! James seems to call out for someone to read there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take long for the following to surface. (Whenever I hear that something "comes to the surface", I recall those black 8-balls with the advice for the moment bouncing to the top.) The Holy Spirit has a few more options, and a bit more relevance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I remembering that whenever I endure a temptation, I am promised "the crown of life?" (1:12) Not just coal for failure, but gold for obedience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am urgently instructed to be "swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath." (1:19)I am taking this as something I will most certainly need very shortly.  Knowing this will only profit me if I do it. (1:22) How quickly we blurt out that which we immediately regret.  I think the "swift to hear" part can refer to our making the Scriptures a priority, rather than having "feet swift to run to mischief."  The wrath that comes forth from our mouths never produces the righteousness of God. (1:20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "religion" is pointless and laughable if my speech is not Spirit-controlled.(1:26) A "vain religion" is perhaps one that serves only oneself. It is kept under a bushel, and others never see the proof of its reality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermission is over.  From James to Mahler . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113349183772529025?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113349183772529025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113349183772529025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113349183772529025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113349183772529025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/12/waiting-for-mahler.html' title='Waiting for Mahler . . .'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113329813406741205</id><published>2005-11-29T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:21:36.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What were you born to do?</title><content type='html'>Talk show host Rush Limbaugh often proclaims confidently, "I was born to host, you were born to listen!" I am always struck by that bold self-assurance of his being totally comfortable with his lot in life, with that which he is gifted and empowered to perform. He loves having an impact on people for principles he holds dear.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues is a totally committed dad, always there for important events in the lives of his children.  He is their teacher, their close friend, and coach in the many issues of life.  I heard someone say of him, "He's a terrific father."  Not surprising; it fits, it's simply what he does.  He loves his kids and would do anything for them. It's automatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another colleague seems to be blessed to handle pressure with grace and relaxed confidence.  Nothing appears to phase him.  Not only able to perform under pressure, he is easy-going and always friendly with a welcome sense of humor. His attitude is contageous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfecting of skills and abilities always draws attention and serves its purpose.  But those who excel in reaching people and giving something of themselves might well be remembered far beyond the others.  We have a job, a skill, an ability which is not necessarily the reason we are here.  Our function goes beyond the work we do.  It is the people we impact: those who listen to us, those who watch us, those who benefit by our just being around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is not about my job or my performing of it.  My job is only the vehicle that takes me to people and situations that will ultimately define my purpose.  The attitude consistently displayed will be our most powerful sermon.  And the people we reach will first be those within our own family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113329813406741205?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113329813406741205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113329813406741205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113329813406741205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113329813406741205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-were-you-born-to-do.html' title='What were you born to do?'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113314818672483804</id><published>2005-11-27T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:13:09.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prized Possession!</title><content type='html'>Tonight we saw the cutest little 6-year old violinist on center stage as soloist before a full orchestra.  The conductor was watching him closely, smiling with admiration. For the audience this was surely the highlight of the evening.  All smiled, laughed lovingly, and even shed some tears.  What touched them?  Was it the talent of an awesome prodigy?  No, for the young fellow's playing was actually quite unpolished.  Others his age have played far better. As the camera zoomed in closely, however, you could readily see the reason for his popularity. He was using his priceless possession, his secret weapon!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy was displaying something quite rare.  He smiled often at the audience and seemed to be smiling at himself also, not taking himself too seriously. He was having a good time, and was communicating to hundreds of on-lookers his innocent, unselfish love for what he was there to do. He was an instant success! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it seemed that love trumped talent. Attitude surpassed ability.  His spirit communicated where technique was lacking.  Sincere, honest joy communicated more than a slew of right notes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that like the message of I Cor. 13?  Without agape love, only given by God, all those with superior abilities in knowledge and eloquence are reduced to irritating annoyances! Even great faith, giving to the needy, and impressive self-sacrificing are counted as nothing in contrast to God-infused love.  So effective and powerful in fact is this unique kind of love, that it claims in v. 8 that it will never fail.  It always works.  It never disappoints, and it will never cease to perform as intended. It speaks volumes, it heals, it unites, it reaches out, it excels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our diligent pursuit of excellence in all we are given to do, it's good to be reminded of the best gift, the most useful communicator, and the most valued by God.     It is our prized possession!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113314818672483804?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113314818672483804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113314818672483804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113314818672483804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113314818672483804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/prized-possession.html' title='The Prized Possession!'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113306057675015892</id><published>2005-11-26T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T09:35:55.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ, His Church, the Family, and  Me</title><content type='html'>Ephesians 5:21-33 connects believers not only to Him, but in the same way links us to others in our family, and in the church. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In I John our love for God is measured by our love demonstrated for the brethren. Similarly we cannot claim to have a thriving relationship with God when the family is failing, or when delighting in His Word is constantly neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, the link that unites our families, our marriages, and our union with Christ has nothing to do with self effort.  It is all about Christ himself.  I think he is revealing something of his amazing work in that which is imperfect (us)!  Isn't that just like God? How small our love seems when contrasted with his great love for the church! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We conclude that he has set the standard awfully high.  I can't be the father, the husband, the brother to other believers as I ought.  I fail. I don't love. I don't submit. But I bet that is exactly what he intends for us to realize. It's as if he says, "Here is what I expect. You cannot perform this, but I can, and you can see me do it if you want to!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Christ is the head of the church, and as he loved it, sanctified it, cleansed it, and will present it to himself a glorious church without any defects at all, so too is he at work in my marriage, in each relationship within my family, and in the fellowship of believers in his church.  He is even now working to make my marriage a mirror of Christ's love for his church.  My duties as a father will likewise be accomplished as I begin to glimpse his work with each one in our family.  My responsibilities towards others at church or elsewhere in the week are also made effective as I see what he is doing daily in my life. The more I see, the more I begin to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a great mystery" as he says. "But I speak concerning Christ and the church." My take on this passage is that I can be greatly encouraged that whatever the obstacle, Christ is perfectly performing his cleansing, washing and soon his presenting faultless his church, our family and me before the Father.  Our actions  then are motivated by our awareness of this truth, rather than by our hoping to fulfull each expectation perfectly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handbook to begin seeing this process is his Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113306057675015892?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113306057675015892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113306057675015892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113306057675015892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113306057675015892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/christ-his-church-family-and-me.html' title='Christ, His Church, the Family, and  Me'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113284989201355576</id><published>2005-11-24T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:16:24.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where are we?"</title><content type='html'>During lulls at work, one of our colleagues used to ask loudly through a bored yawn, "Where are we?"  His style of humor and frank boldness used to entertain and help us get through many slow rehearsals. He died suddenly this last year, a shock and sorrow for all of us who knew him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not forget him and all he brought to the job.  His frequently asked question, "Where are we?" seems to stick with me.  It is a daily dilemma.  It could be added, "Why am I here in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; situation?  What does God intend for me at this point?  And how can I proceed with a perspective that puts me in the center of His plan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us can look back over the years without shuddering over wrong turns, foolish decisions, immaturity, and a general blindness to God's hand in shaping our lives.  So none can boast about where we've been.  But where am I now, where am I heading, and what direction am I pursuing?  Those are the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 5:8 clarifies our situation perfectly.  "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord: walk as children of light&lt;/span&gt;."  As Christians we are no longer blindly following the patterns of selfish, aimless pursuits.  Now He says "WE ARE LIGHT".  We are here to discover His plan in our daily activities.  How we should live now becomes a "no-brainer".  We are light, and simply advised to walk with the understanding of that truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forget not only where we are, but who we are and where we are going.  We have already been delivered from darkness, cleansed by His blood, given a completely new nature, the ability not to sin, the very mindset of Christ Himself, and the promise that He is going to one day present us faultless before the Father! For all of that, He has given us His Word and His Holy Spirit for daily guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envision the best-ever ride at King's Island, with believers firmly seated as the amazing ride begins. The free ticket for the ride was purchased for us.  The fantastic journey is not only ours to see, but also for our participation.  And at the end of the ride there will be no let-down.  There is planned an awesome celebration, a meal to dwarf our holiday feasts, rewards that will never tarnish, and our meeting with the One who planned the ride and issued the ticket in the first place!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we so easily choose the enemy's blindfold, headphones to block out the instructions of the Guide, and an excuse, "I am not interested in your ride.  I prefer my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be thankful for His intervention in our darkness, His declaring us light, and the enablement to walk daily in His marvelous light.  That's where we are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113284989201355576?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113284989201355576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113284989201355576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113284989201355576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113284989201355576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-are-we.html' title='&quot;Where are we?&quot;'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113270338275903556</id><published>2005-11-22T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:59:56.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44801165@N00/66003927/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/66003927_cbe39070e1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44801165@N00/66003927/"&gt;DSCN0325&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/44801165@N00/"&gt;Biddlebugs&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Family vacation 2005&lt;br clear="all" /&gt; Click the pic to get a bigger view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113270338275903556?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113270338275903556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113270338275903556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113270338275903556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113270338275903556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/whole-gang.html' title='The Whole Gang'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113269651284327915</id><published>2005-11-22T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T11:46:44.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Song Riddle (bad)</title><content type='html'>What is the hardest Christmas Song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic answer:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jingle Bell Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113269651284327915?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113269651284327915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113269651284327915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113269651284327915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113269651284327915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-song-riddle-bad.html' title='Christmas Song Riddle (bad)'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113266942321808460</id><published>2005-11-22T08:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:10:45.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning for Company</title><content type='html'>Holiday company comes and then they leave.   Excitment followed by let-down.   The game is great, but it's over and we all go back to normal.   No wonder January is so depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has made us His temple.   We are not our own, we are His sheep in His pasture.   We are His property bought at great expense to Himself.   Unlike the guests after holidays, He doesn't go home.  His team doesn't lose.   In fact, we are His team!  We are always conquerors.  Life is bigger than "the game."   We are His workmanship trained for His purpose.   What a coach!   He's not leaving for a better job, and we will never be traded away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the first point:   CLEANING FOR COMPANY.   I was struck by the quote by J. Owen.  "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Many cannot meditate because their minds are so cluttered up with earthly things.   The mind must be spiritual and holy, freed from earthly things . . . So many are strangers to this duty because they do not mortify their earthly desire and concerns&lt;/span&gt;."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to think seriously on the things in the Word which God has for us becomes almost impossible when the mind is cluttered with junk!  Like trying to swim with cement flippers on!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God."  (II Cor. 7:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GREAT NEWS:   HE DOES THE CLEANSING, NOT US!   "Who can say, I have made my heart clean, I am pure from my sin?" (Prov. 20:9)  "Create a clean heart in me, O God."   We could never do a thorough enough job by ourselves.   Only self-righteous gloating would result, a pitiful dusting at best.   His cleansing by the blood of His Son was complete and everlasting.   He doesn't have to come again next week with brooms and mops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us open the door for the Master to comfortably dwell in our temple, and let us continue to walk humbly with our God.   What a privilege!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113266942321808460?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113266942321808460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113266942321808460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113266942321808460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113266942321808460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/cleaning-for-company_22.html' title='Cleaning for Company'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113258108844490641</id><published>2005-11-21T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:51:28.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts shared as received . . .</title><content type='html'>"early in the morning my song shall rise to Thee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do we have that we have not received!?"  (Paul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are only average containers of little or no value &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; . . . &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for the costly contents poured into us by our  heavenly Father!  How we easily forget the cost of our filling, the priceless offering of His Son! Let us be glad and rejoice.  Let us be thankful not so much for His gifts, but for the Giver himself. (II Cor. 4:7) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113258108844490641?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113258108844490641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113258108844490641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113258108844490641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113258108844490641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/thoughts-shared-as-received.html' title='Thoughts shared as received . . .'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113249661478031488</id><published>2005-11-20T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T09:43:01.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potent therapy for a multitude of sins</title><content type='html'>The amazing cure-all for large hurdles seems to lie almost in hiding right in the middle of a sample list of poisons.  There in the beginning of Ephesians chapter 5 can be found for anyone looking for them at least two powerful truths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Who are you following?  (v. 1)  It starts there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  How would you describe your walking style?  (v. 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  How we forget!  Christ is our offering and sacrifice, which alone pleases God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Notice the hidden weapon in v. 4.  " . . . but rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giving of thanks&lt;/span&gt;."  More powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings (of sin), is the genuine attitude of GRATEFULNESS.  Could it be that when we really grasp how desperate we are in need of all that Christ offers, and how empty we are without Him, that only then we cry out for Him?  Then we become truely thankful.  And, by the way, look what just got forgotten?  the list of the enemies of our soul:  fornication, all uncleanness, covetousness, filthiness, foolish talking, jesting, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord:  walk as children of light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great season of giving thankfulness to the Lord for all He has eliminated in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113249661478031488?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113249661478031488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113249661478031488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113249661478031488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113249661478031488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/potent-therapy-for-multitude-of-sins.html' title='Potent therapy for a multitude of sins'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113234574219009136</id><published>2005-11-18T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:31:26.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicklets and Pranks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/34/64564389_59e7cbf4f6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/64564389_59e7cbf4f6_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandkids I don't look old enough to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113234574219009136?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113234574219009136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113234574219009136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113234574219009136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113234574219009136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/chicklets-and-pranks_18.html' title='Chicklets and Pranks'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084356.post-113228801122292560</id><published>2005-11-17T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:03:15.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name the Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;See if you can name the Christmas song that has the following lyrics. It's not a riddle or joke, just Christmas song trivia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"from the Atlantic to Pacific, the traffic is terrific!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There is no place like "Home for the Holidays&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Second Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the name of the reindeer who was always laughing and mocking the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Olive&lt;/span&gt;, the other reindeer, used to laugh and call them names."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19084356-113228801122292560?l=csotrumpet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/113228801122292560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19084356&amp;postID=113228801122292560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113228801122292560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19084356/posts/default/113228801122292560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csotrumpet.blogspot.com/2005/11/name-carol.html' title='Name the Carol'/><author><name>Phil Collins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06078753729752479316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wUSAJq5vS4/Th8_IQU52tI/AAAAAAAAA1I/L04bxvHg8Dg/s220/_DSC1839.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
