<?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-33925479</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:16:48.230-08:00</updated><category term='New Mini Series'/><category term='more pictures'/><title type='text'>In God We Trust</title><subtitle type='html'>God has always been there at my side as long as I can remember, He was there. Latter on in my life 24 years and counting I was reintroduced to Our Lord through a bible study course I found beleave it or not while emptying out the store garbage were I was working at the time. The rest is as they say is a matter of history.

Now 53 years of age and at times feeling much older i realize that now is my time to give back to The Lord as he has given to me all my life. Now let me begin!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-9054907604580359059</id><published>2011-03-05T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:23:19.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, check this most important message out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-9054907604580359059?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2jduCOAhtU' title='Please, check this most important message out!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/9054907604580359059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=9054907604580359059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/9054907604580359059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/9054907604580359059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2011/03/please-check-this-most-important.html' title='Please, check this most important message out!'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-6769786475749600867</id><published>2011-02-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:52:38.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please visit me at You Tube click on address below</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWvttO4EaQM/TVqr0Cwxi3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/ayNhvM9VPaM/s1600/ch002z.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573956399407401842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWvttO4EaQM/TVqr0Cwxi3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/ayNhvM9VPaM/s400/ch002z.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/carlcoglianese"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/carlcoglianese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-6769786475749600867?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/6769786475749600867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=6769786475749600867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6769786475749600867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6769786475749600867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2011/02/please-visit-me-at-you-tup-click-on.html' title='Please visit me at You Tube click on address below'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWvttO4EaQM/TVqr0Cwxi3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/ayNhvM9VPaM/s72-c/ch002z.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-948397190184771360</id><published>2011-02-09T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:58:14.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please visit me on FaceBook In God We Trust Ministries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/TVLxyacKGQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/541vsg1WOQc/s1600/Snapshot_20100507_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571781537403902210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/TVLxyacKGQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/541vsg1WOQc/s400/Snapshot_20100507_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, Reverend Carl Coglianese here and also now located on face book under In God We Trust ministries. i ask you to please check us out and we are all new and updated. I am working on updating this page soon so thank you for visiting, With Warm regard and love, Rev. Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-948397190184771360?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/948397190184771360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=948397190184771360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/948397190184771360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/948397190184771360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2011/02/please-visit-me-on-facebook-in-god-we.html' title='Please visit me on FaceBook In God We Trust Ministries'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/TVLxyacKGQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/541vsg1WOQc/s72-c/Snapshot_20100507_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8902213993187263789</id><published>2010-06-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:32:54.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Revisedd Book Cover</title><content type='html'>There have been a few new changes made on my book. I have changed the name and a new cover and gave my book a newer look for the 2010 crowd. My book &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; now on sale on E-bay for 6.99 and 1.00 for delivery service. However if you mention this add when purchasing my book I will sell the book on CD for 5.00 &amp;amp; 1.00 for postage. This is my way to say thank you for reading my web-site. God Bless you my family and friends, with love &amp;amp; Respect, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reverend&lt;/span&gt; Carl R. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coglianese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/TAp63m-f3SI/AAAAAAAAAjk/s4lhFaQC9yc/s1600/new+book+cover-carl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479326992423705890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/TAp63m-f3SI/AAAAAAAAAjk/s4lhFaQC9yc/s400/new+book+cover-carl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-8902213993187263789?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/TAp63m-f3SI/AAAAAAAAAjk/s4lhFaQC9yc/s72-c/new+book+cover-carl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4954012879036376086</id><published>2010-02-22T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:42:32.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O' Ancient Of Days  A Witness Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LaK9gG3kI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SnXIVJSUS68/s1600-h/crls+book+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441151181659758146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LaK9gG3kI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SnXIVJSUS68/s400/crls+book+cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My new Book will be coming into print very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;any questions please contact this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4954012879036376086?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LaK9gG3kI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SnXIVJSUS68/s72-c/crls+book+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4166096575074558475</id><published>2010-02-22T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:22:35.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I did Ask you, Who is your god?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LZbjn586I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZC9sJQD_JwA/s1600-h/eddie0s1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441150367259292578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LZbjn586I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZC9sJQD_JwA/s400/eddie0s1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you worship&lt;br /&gt;Who is your god&lt;br /&gt;Is it Newman Marcus&lt;br /&gt;Could it be rodeo drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who fills the empty void&lt;br /&gt;So deep in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Does it deal with happiness&lt;br /&gt;Only a half off sale can Full-fill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pay homage, to the gods of low interests percentage&lt;br /&gt;Do your interests peak when stock markets boom&lt;br /&gt;Do you pray to the temple of wall-street daily&lt;br /&gt;Due your plastic flowers ever lose their bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your god very demanding?&lt;br /&gt;Does he always expect payment when due&lt;br /&gt;Does your heart flutter wildly&lt;br /&gt;When 90 days same as cash will cause it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now answer me honestly&lt;br /&gt;It is important that you do&lt;br /&gt;Will your god forget you, when the banks begin foreclosure,&lt;br /&gt;Will your god of finance be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4166096575074558475?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4166096575074558475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=4166096575074558475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4166096575074558475'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4877288011844927278</id><published>2010-02-22T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:05:07.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, what kind of tree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LUUREbkXI/AAAAAAAAAis/94cSqm6hndo/s1600-h/xani221.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441144744461439346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LUUREbkXI/AAAAAAAAAis/94cSqm6hndo/s400/xani221.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, What Kind Of Tree?© &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Carl Coglianese (Ephraim Calib)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, what kind of tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we knew it was coming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But did not now were it would first show its face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something so very simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turned out such a disgrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would have thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That such a simple little thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would start this Christmas season rolling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Down hill this first season, do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake up America &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time is now hear To get off your couch potato bottom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roll up your sleeves, we got a fight going on here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We cannot use words like Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For this, that it may offend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps a few thousands of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Across this Great nation it may not amend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Holidays is the cry now herd out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more Christmas, it is simply not allowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome generic Holidays is the cry of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better be careful, you might be taken away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tree Once song across this our land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all had better be careful my children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This may be the Season they take away our Easter Ham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have to ask yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;, is there beginnig to be a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are those simple things in life slowly being taken away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They took the ten Commanments and hide them out of sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they want ot take away In God We trust on our money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now they take away our Christmas tree, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;opps Holiday bush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when will it stop? will it stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem has been viewed 8 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianpoetry.org/add_comment.php?aid=48556"&gt;Comment on this poem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no comments on this poem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4877288011844927278?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4877288011844927278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=4877288011844927278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4877288011844927278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4877288011844927278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-what-kind-of-tree.html' title='Oh, what kind of tree?'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LUUREbkXI/AAAAAAAAAis/94cSqm6hndo/s72-c/xani221.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3312170915150828344</id><published>2010-02-22T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:52:54.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hall of Souls-The Guf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LSdJLPnZI/AAAAAAAAAik/XQT0k_ApNk0/s1600-h/FwdFwINM.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441142697938099602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LSdJLPnZI/AAAAAAAAAik/XQT0k_ApNk0/s400/FwdFwINM.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hall of Souls&lt;br /&gt;The Guf&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Located in the 7th Heaven&lt;br /&gt;This the place of the unborn soul&lt;br /&gt;This place of rest before it’s Birth&lt;br /&gt;This place called the Hall of Souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been said&lt;br /&gt;That only the Sparrows can see&lt;br /&gt;The souls decent from this 7th heaven&lt;br /&gt;For their songs tell of their birth they can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their songs for they are joyous&lt;br /&gt;For they the Sparrows can only see&lt;br /&gt;For this they were born to sing their songs&lt;br /&gt;To announce to the Earth of the souls God has let them see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this story has been told&lt;br /&gt;From generations from the distant past&lt;br /&gt;For in that one day soon coming&lt;br /&gt;The Guf would be empty, the last soul had passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is not a warning&lt;br /&gt;Of a tragedy that will come past&lt;br /&gt;For it will be the coming of Christ Jesus&lt;br /&gt;On this day to full fill this the last soul to have passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3312170915150828344?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LSdJLPnZI/AAAAAAAAAik/XQT0k_ApNk0/s72-c/FwdFwINM.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1265284376231782912</id><published>2010-02-22T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:49:07.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it Begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LRhMcpxzI/AAAAAAAAAic/Ew8xbS7lvaQ/s1600-h/lov80.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441141668024272690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LRhMcpxzI/AAAAAAAAAic/Ew8xbS7lvaQ/s400/lov80.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And So it Begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an ordinary day&lt;br /&gt;Or so it was thought of at that time&lt;br /&gt;For there would latter be seen&lt;br /&gt;An anomies site in the skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had grown quite windy&lt;br /&gt;The ski appearing this unusual greenish brown&lt;br /&gt;Could this have seemed quite normal&lt;br /&gt;Yet with the winds grew a murmur in the watching crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked as if the very heavens&lt;br /&gt;Had begun to rumble and trickle down&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like hail had started&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was burning when it hit the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For at first it was an oddity&lt;br /&gt;Something to make the evening news that day&lt;br /&gt;For then the ground began to rumble&lt;br /&gt;The trees even they began to sway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all seen plane trails in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Cries cross they did often in the skies&lt;br /&gt;But for this time they were different&lt;br /&gt;They appeared like blood trails written in our very own eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then something began to happen&lt;br /&gt;A fear filled the very harts of man&lt;br /&gt;For in the skies above this world it had happened&lt;br /&gt;Appeared this blood colored Cross in the skies, seen in all of lands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could this mean?&lt;br /&gt;Was it a sign from above&lt;br /&gt;Is this a sign from the Heavens&lt;br /&gt;My God, it appears to be written in blood&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;This sign appeared in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Seen by every soul through out this old world&lt;br /&gt;Then the realization hit all mankind&lt;br /&gt;For this sign in the heavens was indeed for real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As suddenly as this Cross appeared&lt;br /&gt;The skies grew dark and dismayed&lt;br /&gt;For then a cold wind blew around the world&lt;br /&gt;The cross grew light and faded away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something did indeed happen&lt;br /&gt;For in a few days did a new sign begin&lt;br /&gt;For now The Three days of Darkness came&lt;br /&gt;For this had been prophesied, not that so long ago before the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is up to you, my children&lt;br /&gt;To find your way and to understand&lt;br /&gt;To search the books of prophecy&lt;br /&gt;To explain these words you have read.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;In this new old age of the internet, please take out the time and look up the prophecy of the Three Days of Darkness. For it is up to you to understand.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1265284376231782912?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1265284376231782912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1265284376231782912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1265284376231782912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1265284376231782912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it Begins!'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/S4LRhMcpxzI/AAAAAAAAAic/Ew8xbS7lvaQ/s72-c/lov80.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8215881671861854647</id><published>2009-12-30T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:41:15.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, check out my new web-site In God We Trust Ministries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SzwPMwQjmXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/m4sD3krTHQY/s1600-h/file014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421224763234425202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SzwPMwQjmXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/m4sD3krTHQY/s400/file014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to let you know that I have been working on a new web-site called In God We Trust Ministries. This new site has been updated weekly and has been growing in it's membership. I ask you to please visit my new site and please join my Ministries. God Bless, carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ingodwetrust-carlblogspotcom.ning.com/"&gt;In God We Trust Ministries - In God We Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-8215881671861854647?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/8215881671861854647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=8215881671861854647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8215881671861854647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8215881671861854647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-check-out-my-new-web-site-in-god_30.html' title='Please, check out my new web-site In God We Trust Ministries'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SzwPMwQjmXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/m4sD3krTHQY/s72-c/file014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-2028575570092532766</id><published>2009-12-30T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:36:56.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Table Cloth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Table Cloth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To All:Happy Holidays, Happy New Year and Good Health! Beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen for a Reason. The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls,painting, etc, and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church..His heart sank when he saw that the roof hadleaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity, so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church. By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the centeraisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Pastor,"she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to checkthe lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted intoit there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria . The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten "The Tablecloth". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria . When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison and she never saw her husband or her home again. The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth;but she made the pastor keep it for the church.The pastor insisted on driving her home. Thatwas the least he could do. She lived on the otherside of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job.What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike? He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested andput in a prison. He never saw his wife or his homeagain all the 35 years between. The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights ofstairs to the woman's apartment, knocked onthe door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid who says God does work in mysterious ways.I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for you today, to guide you and protect you as you go along your way. His love is always with you. His promises are true, and when we give Him all our cares we know He will see us through. So when the road you're traveling seems difficult at best, just remember I'm here praying and God will do the rest. Pass this on to those you want God to bless and remember to send it back to the one who asked God to bless you first. When there is nothing left but God, that is whenyou find out that God is all you need Take 60seconds and give this a shot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you do is simplysay the following small prayer for the person who sent this to you.Father, God, bless all my friends and family in what ever it is that You know they may be needing this day! May their lives be full of Your peace, prosperity and power as they seek to have a closer relationship with You. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-2028575570092532766?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/2028575570092532766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=2028575570092532766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2028575570092532766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2028575570092532766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/12/table-cloth.html' title='The Table Cloth'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-6903426973979106984</id><published>2009-12-30T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:33:48.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's promise: Give your worries to God, for he cares for you&lt;br /&gt;Why worry?&lt;br /&gt;"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 136:1 NLT&lt;br /&gt;The unforgettable responsive reading&lt;br /&gt;"It was midnight on Thursday, February 8, A.D. 356, and Athanasius, a leader in the early Christian church and passionate defender of the deity of Jesus Christ, was leading a worship service. Suddenly loud shouts and clashing armor could be heard outside the church. Soldiers had come to arrest him.But Athanasius said, "I didn't think it right, at such a time, to leave my people," so he continued the service. He asked a deacon to read Psalm 136 and then requested the congregation to respond with the refrain, "His faithful love endures forever," which they did twenty-six times over the din of the soldiers outside.Just as the final verse was completed, the soldiers rushed into the church, brandishing their swords and spears and crowding forward up the nave toward Anthanasius. The people yelled for Athanasius to run, but he refused to go until he had given a benediction. Then some of his assistants gathered tightly around him, and, as he recounts it, "I passed through the crowd of people unseen and escaped, giving thanks to God that I had not betrayed my people, but had seen to their safety before I thought of my own."Athanasius was portraying to his people God's love, which endures forever. He was willing to lay down his life for his flock—just as Jesus had laid down his life for his flock a few centuries earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Since God's "faithful love endures forever," why is they ever any need to worry?adapted from "" with devotionals by William J. Petersen and Randy Petersen (Tyndale) entry for November 8"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-6903426973979106984?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/6903426973979106984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=6903426973979106984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6903426973979106984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6903426973979106984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-weeks-promise_30.html' title='This Week&apos;s promise'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3648223042207136861</id><published>2009-12-30T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:32:39.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On coming to the house, they saw the child with His mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped Him. Then they opened their treasures and presented Him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh.” Matthew 2:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas can change your life! Just as Jesus Christ was born in a stable 2,000 years ago, so He can live in our hearts each and every day when we ask Him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords! When He was born in the city of Bethlehem over 2,000 years ago, He was born to a poor family. The Lord of the universe chose to come to earth in humility and to live as a common person among us. He was born in a stable where animals lived because there was no room for them in the inn. Yet this same Jesus is the magnificent Son of God who will someday return to earth in splendor and glory. After Jesus was born, there were wise men — sometimes known as kings — who came from the east of Bethlehem to worship Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were miraculously guided by a star, and came to Jerusalem where they asked, “Where is the One who has been born king of the Jews? We saw His star in the east and have come to worship Him.” When they were told that it was prophecied that the Ruler would come from Bethlehem, they went there and found Jesus. When they found Jesus, they knelt down and worshipped Him, and gave Him gifts of gold and precious spices. Even today, wise people still seek Jesus. When you seek Him, you will find Him when you search for Him with all your heart. This Christmas, I invite you, just as the wise men did, to worship Jesus. Invite Him to be both your Savior and your Lord. Even the kings of the earth will someday bow down and worship Jesus Christ. Let’s begin today! So, this week, let us pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Worship Jesus Christ as our Savior and Lord each and every day&lt;br /&gt;· Ask God to bring people from all over the world to come to know Jesus Christ as Savior&lt;br /&gt;· Ask God to bless our staff at Global Media Outreach as we seek to reach more people for Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for your prayers. Just as the wise men gave gifts of gold and precious spices, let us give Jesus Christ our hearts and our lives this Christmas. Jesus Christ is the true meaning of Christmas; let us praise and thank and worship Him together!&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends at Global Media Outreach&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the people of Mozambique. Mozambique had over 20 million people and is located in Southeast Africa. The country has suffered from war in the past; please pray for God’s blessing and peace to fall on the country and that everyone in Mozambique would hear about Jesus Christ who came to be the savior for all who would believe in Him.&lt;br /&gt;This is an actual response received at one of our Web sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need God a lot and I would like somebody to guide me very much...and receive the word of God to strengthen my faith." K, Uganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At "http://www.ichristianlife.com/site/R?i=LqcJxOOirTFMSk0K7BUaHw..", you can learn about the 6 Keys to Christian growth. Start with Step #1, Knowing God; each step has a simple two paragraph description and then a short 1 to 2 minute video that will help you learn more about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"http://www.ichristianlife.com/site/CO?i=8nY1fdrEZO2pwamIzquF_KksNn8oSoeA&amp;amp;cid=1081"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3648223042207136861?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3648223042207136861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3648223042207136861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3648223042207136861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3648223042207136861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-coming-to-house-they-saw-child-with.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-7902737513343397767</id><published>2009-12-30T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:30:16.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH SUNDAY OF ADVENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From "The Saint Andrew Daily Missal" (1937)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the whole liturgy of this season, the purpose of the Mass forthe Fourth Sunday of Advent is to prepare us for the twofold comingof Christ: His coming in mercy at Christmas; and in justice at theend of the world. Allusion is made to the first in the Introit,Gospel, Offertory and Communion, and to the second in the Epistle;while the Collect, Gradual and Alleluia can be applied to either ofthe two.In this mass we meet once again with the three great figures thatare before the mind of the Church throughout Advent, Isaias, St. Johnthe Baptist, and our Lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The prophet Isaias foretells of St. Johnthe Baptist that he will be "A voice of one crying in the wilderness:Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make straight his paths&amp;amp; and all fleshshall see the salvation of God." And "the word of the Lord was madeunto John, the son of Zachary in the desert. And he came into all thecountry about the Jordan, preaching the Baptism of penance for theremission of Sins" (Gospel). "John," St. Gregory explains, "toldthose who hurried in crowds to be baptized: "Ye brood of vipers, whohath told you to flee from the wrath to come?" Now the wrath to comeis the final chastisement, which the sinner will not be able toescape unless he have recourse now to the lamentations of penance.The friend of the Bridegroom warns us to bring forth not fruitsmerely of penance but worthy fruits. These words are a call to eachman's conscience, bidding him lay up by means of penance a treasureof good works, the greater in proportions to the ravage of sin whichcaused it (3rd Noct.). And St. Leo says, "God Himself teaches us bythe Prophet Isaias: I will lead the blind in a way that they knownot, and I will turn the darkness before them into light and I willnot forsake them."The Apostle St. John makes clear to us, the way in which thismystery is fulfilled, when he says, "And we know that the Son of Godis come. And He hath given us understanding that we may know the trueGod and may be in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His true Son" (2nd Noct.). The liturgy continues:Because of the great love that God has manifested toward us He hassent on earth His only begotten Son to be born of the Virgin Mary.Also in the Communion sentence the Church recalls to us the prophecyof Isaias: "Behold a virgin shall conceive and bear a Son: and Hisname shall be called Emmanuel." And again, in the Offertory, shecombines in a single salutation the words addressed to our Lady bythe archangel and by St. Elizabeth. St. Gregory writes: Gabriel,whose name means Strength of God, is sent to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mary, since he comes toannounce the Messias whose will it is, to appear in humiliation andabasement, in order to subdue all the powers of the air. It wasfitting that He should be heralded by Gabriel the 'strength of God' ;He, who was to come as the Lord of Might, the All powerful andUnconquerable in battle, to crush the powers of the air in universaldefeat" (Sermon 35).In the Collect, just as we are reminded of the display of our Lord's"great might" which will take place at the time of His second coming,when as supreme Judge, He will come in the splendour of His divineMajesty to render to each according to His works, so we find anallusion to this same great power manifested in His first coming. Itwas as one clothed in His weak and mortal human nature that our Lordput the Devil to flight.As we think of our Lord as nigh at hand in one or other of His"comings", let us say, with the Church, "Come, Lord Jesus, and tarrynot."--Sincerely in Christ,Our Lady of the Rosary Library"Pray and work for souls"http://olrl.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-7902737513343397767?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/7902737513343397767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=7902737513343397767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7902737513343397767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7902737513343397767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/12/fourth-sunday-of-advent-from-saint.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8830104138515620544</id><published>2009-12-30T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:05:56.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Check out my new web-site, In God We Trust Ministries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to let you know that I have been working on a new web-site called In God We Trust Ministries. This new site has been updated weekly and has been growing in it's membership. I ask you to please visit my new site and please join my Ministries. God Bless, carl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ingodwetrust-carlblogspotcom.ning.com/"&gt;In God We Trust Ministries - In God We Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-8830104138515620544?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/8830104138515620544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=8830104138515620544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8830104138515620544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8830104138515620544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-check-out-my-new-web-site-in-god.html' title='Please Check out my new web-site, In God We Trust Ministries'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1046472855460603636</id><published>2009-12-30T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:41:44.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's promise: Give your worries to God, for he cares for you&lt;br /&gt;He will not forget&lt;br /&gt;"And why worry about your clothes? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow."&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:28 NLT&lt;br /&gt;God knows your name&lt;br /&gt;"A good friend of mine once went to visit his brother during a time of deep crisis. His marriage was struggling, his business was near collapse, and his money was drying up quickly. He had just sold his home and moved into a one-bedroom apartment and had no idea how he was going to dig himself out of his financial and relational problems.My friend listened as his brother confided in him about his deep frustration. "Some days you want to go outside and shake your fist at heaven and say, 'God, why don't you help me?'" his brother said.My friend looked at his brother in the eye and said somberly, "That wouldn't do any good. He doesn't even know who you are." The two looked at each other for several seconds then burst out laughing. The two brothers had spent their lives trusting God and studying his Word, and the absurdity of the statement left them both in stitches. Years later, the brother told my friend that his joke had brought him a great deal of comfort during his trying time. Even more, it gave him renewed perspective.We've all felt abandoned by God at one time or another. God cares deeply when we suffer, and he is right there beside us all the time.At times like these the best thing to do is put your hand in his and trust him with your future. Because he not only knows what you're going through, he knows exactly who you are. from "http://click.newsletters.leftbehindprophecyclub.com/qsnznqtnw_ohnpjpnmgb.html" by Tim LaHaye, Jerry B. Jenkins and Frank M. Martin (Tyndale) p 166&lt;br /&gt;Content is derived from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation and other publications of Tyndale Publishing House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1046472855460603636?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1046472855460603636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1046472855460603636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1046472855460603636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1046472855460603636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-weeks-promise.html' title='This Week&apos;s promise'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-2745937261136134459</id><published>2009-12-30T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:39:43.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Back</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to access this site for over 6 months now and have finally gotten in. I am so sorry that i was unable to keep this site updated and I will try to update know that i have finally gotten through to it. god Bless you guys, Love Carl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-2745937261136134459?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/2745937261136134459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=2745937261136134459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2745937261136134459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2745937261136134459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am Back'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1432158778663991885</id><published>2009-08-04T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:06:53.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Mike- Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkFOnprM-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/szwagJfzAfI/s1600-h/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366326179708744674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkFOnprM-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/szwagJfzAfI/s400/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Sanderson sent a message to the members of Real Men for Jesus!Subject: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prayer needed."Brothers...I ask for prayer for a man in our group who is having a difficult time with his family because of his relationship with the Lord. In a world where so many men are walking away from Christ, he is walking towards Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, his wife and kids are not in agreement, and it's causing stress in his marriage. Please lift him up." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1432158778663991885?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1432158778663991885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1432158778663991885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1432158778663991885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1432158778663991885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/08/pastor-mike-prayer-request.html' title='Pastor Mike- Prayer Request'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkFOnprM-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/szwagJfzAfI/s72-c/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3242529526906356279</id><published>2009-08-04T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:04:52.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Sin that we can Commit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkEqzZ4zPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rnI_Y1OPUAo/s1600-h/acb03s.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366325564388461810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkEqzZ4zPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rnI_Y1OPUAo/s400/acb03s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst sin we can commit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he comes, he will convince the world of its sin, and of God's righteousness, and of the coming judgment.&lt;br /&gt;John 16:8 NLT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst sin&lt;br /&gt;What would you consider the worst sin you could commit? Adultery? Stealing? Murder? You might be surprised by the answer the Bible gives. The worst sin—and the one with the most far-reaching consequences—is this: to refuse to believe in Jesus Christ. Jesus taught that the Holy Spirit convicts guilty men and women of sin "because they do not believe in Me." (John 16:9) On that final day, it will not so much be the sin question as it will be the Son question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All sins can be dealt with and forgiven if we believe in Jesus. We must not forget that knowledge brings responsibility. It is a grave thing to shake off the conviction of the Spirit. Jesus said the Spirit came to convict us "of judgment, because the ruler of this world is judged" (John 16:11). The ruler or prince of this world, Satan, was judged at Calvary. When Jesus went to the cross and died in our place, Satan lost his death grip on humanity. The spirit convicts us of sin, righteousness, and judgment, but He wants most of all to give us assurance of forgiven sin. Why not let Him do what He really desires to do? Why not come to Jesus? Or if you have already done that, help someone else to follow your example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from "http://click.newsletters.leftbehindprophecyclub.com/gbpdtzkst_bncgvgcrmp.html" by Greg Laurie (Tyndale House), pp 222-24&lt;br /&gt;Content is derived from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you're an exception?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all have sinned; all fall short of God's glorious ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 3:23 NLTRemember, it is sin to know what you ought to do and then not do it.&lt;br /&gt;James 4:17 NLT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1.) Remember what St. John says: "If our heart condemn us, God is stronger than our heart." The feeling of being, or not being, forgiven and loved is not what matters. One must come down to brass tacks. If there is a particular sin on your conscience, repent and confess it. If there isn't, tell the despondent devil not to be silly. You can't help hearing his voice (the odious inner radio), but you must treat it merely like a buzzing in your ears or any other irrational nuisance. (2.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the story in the Imitation, how the Christ on the crucifix suddenly spoke to the monk who was so anxious about his salvation and said, "If you knew that all was well, what would you, today, do or stop doing?" When you have found the answer, do it or stop doing it. You see, one must always get back to the practical and definite. What the devil loves is that vague cloud of unspecified guilt feeling or unspecified virtue by which he lures us into despair or presumption. "Details, please?" is the answer. (3.) The sense of dereliction cannot be a bad symptom, for Our Lord Himself experienced it in its depth—"Why has thou forsaken me?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. S. Lewis in Letters to an American Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted in "http://click.newsletters.leftbehindprophecyclub.com/rqlvskwnk_bncgvgcrmp.html" edited by Wayne Martindale and Jerry Root (Tyndale House), p 278&lt;br /&gt;Content is derived from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation and other publications of Tyndale Publishing House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3242529526906356279?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3242529526906356279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3242529526906356279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3242529526906356279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3242529526906356279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/08/worst-sin-that-we-can-commit.html' title='The Worst Sin that we can Commit?'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkEqzZ4zPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rnI_Y1OPUAo/s72-c/acb03s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1237075733873470840</id><published>2009-08-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:00:48.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paster Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkDxlaKc7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/xV5x891knuk/s1600-h/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366324581378978738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkDxlaKc7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/xV5x891knuk/s400/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men of generosityProverbs 11:25 –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed.As we serve the Lord we learn that at times the most logical thing we could do seems illogical to our human minds. When we do what seems to be the opposite of the norm, we get the best results. Being generous is one such example. The man who takes from his wealth to give to the poor will find his wealth increased and not diminished. The hand that we use to help others becomes the hand that opens the heart of God toward us. Christ said, “Give and you will be given.”--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1237075733873470840?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1237075733873470840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1237075733873470840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1237075733873470840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1237075733873470840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/08/paster-mike.html' title='Paster Mike'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkDxlaKc7I/AAAAAAAAAe8/xV5x891knuk/s72-c/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5944476809238071104</id><published>2009-08-04T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:57:47.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkDMiylK4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/FmGUU1rJ-Yc/s1600-h/pray07.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366323945020926850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkDMiylK4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/FmGUU1rJ-Yc/s400/pray07.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was forwarded to me by my friend Jean. I met her in a Spanish class a few years ago. Great friend. Her daughter is friends with the two people in the request below. Pregnant with twins and in danger of losing one or all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Jeanne&lt;br /&gt;URGENT PRAYER REQUEST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our Tuesday July 28th ultrasound we found out that our little girl is not growing well. She grew a minimum and is still only 1 lb 11 ounces. The Dr. is mostly worried that she isn't growing any around her abdomen. She is breathing and moving well. Her heartbeat is good...but she doesn't seem to be eating well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we go in on Friday for another ultrasound to see if she is OK.&lt;br /&gt;Then next Friday the 7th we have another ultrasound to check for growth. If she has not grown more, then they want to do an emergency c-section which of course means that the boys also will come out with her. This will be the end of the 30th week. Earlier then we wanted. Please PRAY that Sierra Rose gains weight - especially gains around the abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing great – Jonathan is 3 lbs 4 ounces and Michael is 2 lbs 15 ounces – both are still above average growth even if they were singletons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for standing with us!&lt;br /&gt;David and Rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5944476809238071104?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5944476809238071104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5944476809238071104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5944476809238071104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5944476809238071104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/08/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SnkDMiylK4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/FmGUU1rJ-Yc/s72-c/pray07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3607470463492326929</id><published>2009-08-04T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:54:01.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Way do I Go?</title><content type='html'>How do I know which way to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the path where I should walk, O Lord; point out the right road for me to follow. Lead me by your truth and teach me, for you are the God who saves me. All day long I put my hope in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 25:4-5 NLTPay attention and grow wise, for I am giving you good guidance. Don't turn away from my teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 4:1-2 NLTI will teach you wisdom's ways and lead you in straight paths. If you live a life guided by wisdom, you won't limp or stumble as you run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 4:11-12 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing options&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we're faced with several options, and we don't know which way to go. In Psalm 25, David asked God for guidance. Perhaps he remembered when, as a shepherd boy, he had to show the right path to his sheep who were wandering away. Just as he knew which path would lead to safety for his sheep, God knew the path that would lead to everlasting life. Just as those sheep that looked to him for direction were in the least danger, so David knew he needed to look to God for direction. Today, God still leads us by his truth—his written Word and his Spirit, which helps us to understand it. Are you not sure which path to take? Pray as David did and read what God has already said in his written Word. He will show the right road to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"http://click.newsletters.leftbehindprophecyclub.com/ohnbtcnmj_kwvjkjvrlw.html" (Tyndale House) entry for September 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3607470463492326929?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3607470463492326929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3607470463492326929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3607470463492326929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3607470463492326929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/08/which-way-do-i-go.html' title='Which Way do I Go?'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5615442153060725833</id><published>2009-07-26T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:20:32.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do we find God's Presence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0cs0QckFI/AAAAAAAAAes/xvE4Uz6mew4/s1600-h/soontheson.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362974287535575122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0cs0QckFI/AAAAAAAAAes/xvE4Uz6mew4/s400/soontheson.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we find God's Presence? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open for me the gates where the righteous enter; and I will go in and thank the Lord. Those gates lead to the presence of the Lord, and the godly enter there. I thank you for answering my prayer and saving me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 118:19-21 NLTThe Lord is close to all who call on him, yes, to all who call on him sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 145:18 NLTBecause of Christ and our faith in him, we can now come fearlessly into God's presence, assured of his glad welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:12 NLT&lt;br /&gt;Prayer brings us to His presence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Psalm 118] pictures a victorious yet battle-weary king at the helm of a throng of grateful people entering the gates of the temple to thank God for saving them. During those times, the temple represented God's presence—the place where followers would go to pray to the Lord. Today, we enter into God's presence in a car, at work, or in the aisles of a grocery store—wherever we take time to pray to him. We can be sure God hears our prayers and answers each one wherever and whenever they are uttered. And by doing so, he gives us even more reasons to pray. Just like the victorious king in this psalm, we should enter God's presence by thanking him for answering prayers. What answers to prayer are you thankful for today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from "http://click.newsletters.leftbehindprophecyclub.com/sfnjyhhsj_zrvfpfvtsn.html" (Tyndale House) entry for November 28&lt;br /&gt;Content is derived from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation and other publications of Tyndale Publishing House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5615442153060725833?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5615442153060725833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5615442153060725833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5615442153060725833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5615442153060725833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-do-we-find-gods-presence.html' title='Where do we find God&apos;s Presence?'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0cs0QckFI/AAAAAAAAAes/xvE4Uz6mew4/s72-c/soontheson.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3722331714359506997</id><published>2009-07-26T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:11:08.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0asF9m-GI/AAAAAAAAAec/zCFyPYg38II/s1600-h/hfig001s.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362972076085278818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0asF9m-GI/AAAAAAAAAec/zCFyPYg38II/s400/hfig001s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's promise: Our prayers bring us into God's presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make my prayers effective?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. As you make your requests, plead for God's mercy upon them, and give thanks. Pray this way for kings and all others who are in authority, so that we can live in peace and quietness, in godliness and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 2:1-2 NLT&lt;br /&gt;Praying effectively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul urges Timothy to lift up requests, prayers, intercession, and thanksgiving. A request is a need, a deep desire for something we don't have—something only God can supply. A prayer is a word of praise and adoration. A more accurate translation of this word from the original Greek might be to "worship in earnest." Intercession is praying on behalf of others. Our prayers should regularly reflect this kind of selfless lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving involved remembering those past prayers that have already been answered, acknowledging that we not only trust God's supremacy and involvement in our life but also how his hand has moved and guided us in the past. When we pray effectively, we do more than communicate with God—we commune with him. We become one in mind and spirit and purpose. Today, let the focus of your prayer time be to connect with God in a very real and personal way, not as a slave would petition his master, but as a son would enjoy the company of a loving and gracious father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from a devotional by Frank M. Martin in "http://click.newsletters.leftbehindprophecyclub.com/zrvnbbpsf_fwvfjfvrqy.html" (Tyndale House) p 36&lt;br /&gt;Content is derived from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's promise: Our prayers bring us into God's presence&lt;br /&gt;What should be our attitude in prayer?&lt;br /&gt;Then Eli realized it was the Lord who was calling the boy. So he said to Samuel, "Go and lie down again, and if someone calls again, say, 'Yes, Lord, your servant is listening.'" So Samuel went back to bed. And the Lord came and called as before, "Samuel! Samuel!" And Samuel replied, "Yes, your servant is listening." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 3:8-10 NLTSpeak, Lord, in the stillness, while I wait on Thee; hushed my heart to listen in expectancy. Speak, O blessed Master, in this quiet hour, let me see Thy face, Lord, feel Thy touch of power.&lt;br /&gt;Emily May Grimes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God revealed&lt;br /&gt;God revealed himself mightily to the prophet Elijah, sending fire to burn the sacrifice on Mount Carmel. But later, as Elijah moped on the mountain, the Lord taught him an important lesson. There was a wind, an earthquake, and a fire—but the Lord was not in any of these. Then came a still, small voice. That was how God chose to speak to His prophet. The same is true today. We long for fire from heaven to silence the skeptics once and for all, but God doesn't usually work that way. Long ago He revealed Himself as a helpless baby sleeping in a dirty feed trough, and today He speaks quietly to ordinary people like you and me—if only we are still enough to listen. That is the sentiment expressed by Emily May Grimes in the words of the hymn, "Speak, Lord, in the Stillness."&lt;br /&gt;From "http://click.newsletters.leftbehindprophecyclub.com/wsrqmwtgt_aqvyqyvjlw.html" (Tyndale House) entry for September 5&lt;br /&gt;Content is derived from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation and other publications of Tyndale Publishing House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3722331714359506997?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3722331714359506997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3722331714359506997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3722331714359506997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3722331714359506997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-weeks-promise.html' title='This Week&apos;s Promise'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0asF9m-GI/AAAAAAAAAec/zCFyPYg38II/s72-c/hfig001s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1683818385308441964</id><published>2009-07-26T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:07:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God' plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0Z3zpc_LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1uTztPksZ64/s1600-h/church02s.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362971177815702706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0Z3zpc_LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1uTztPksZ64/s400/church02s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What appears bad may be God's plan for good&lt;br /&gt;"I am Joseph!" he said to his brothers. "Is my father still alive?" But his brothers were speechless! They were stunned to realize that Joseph was standing there in front of them. "Come over here," he said. So they came closer. And he said again, "I am Joseph, your brother whom you sold into Egypt. But don't be angry with yourselves that you did this to me, for God did it. He sent me here ahead of you to preserve your lives. These two years of famine will grow to seven, during which there will be neither plowing nor harvest. God has sent me here to keep you and your families alive so that you will become a great nation. Yes, it was God who sent me here, not you! And he has made me a counselor to Pharaoh—manager of his entire household and ruler over all Egypt."&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 45:3-8 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this week's promise&lt;br /&gt;Homespun wisdom says, "If you fail to plan, you plan to fail." Although you won't find it put just that way in the Bible, you will find many stories of both effective and poor planning. The Bible teaches that God is a God of both purpose and planning. His purpose is to draw all humanity to himself in order to forgive and redeem. His plan—from Creation, to the Law, to the Prophets, to Jesus and the church—is what we are seeing when we read and study the Bible. Planning is part of all of our lives. The only question is if, in all our planning, we ever consult his perfect and eternal plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the TouchPoint Bible&lt;br /&gt;(Tyndale House) p 1243&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content is derived from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation and other publications of Tyndale Publishing House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1683818385308441964?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1683818385308441964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1683818385308441964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1683818385308441964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1683818385308441964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-plan.html' title='God&apos; plan'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0Z3zpc_LI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1uTztPksZ64/s72-c/church02s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-982916712259600814</id><published>2009-07-26T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:01:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request-Please help us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Prayer Request&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0YIlP8WuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lo8-7KWXW4E/s1600-h/getwell_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362969266985130722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0YIlP8WuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lo8-7KWXW4E/s400/getwell_sm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time and I hope not the last time that I will ask that you will join me in a prayer request. I do not normal ask this of anyone to say a prayer for someone else other than when I ask you to say a prayer for me. I know in my heart that you have said prayers in my favor just because of the good luck I have had. Thanks to you all I have been able to keep my high spirits and faith held strongly in place. See I know in my heart of hearts that prayer works, you know in yours it does also.&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the prayer Request. I have a friend I meet while I was managing the Salvation Army store here in Las Vegas. His name is Mike W.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man, age 34 was working there in one of the many drug programs that the Salvation Army offers to the community free of charge but that requires you to work there with them for 6 months. You get free food and board as well as Dr. care but you have to work at the Army stores or warehouse and live in their dormitories. You are under constant supervision but also on the honor system. Mike has a drinking problem and cocaine problem also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is a very educated individual and also a Christian in training. When I meet Mike I knew that I was meeting a very warm and funny person and a very hard worker as well as always so up-beat. Mike was so positive all the time and I had no doubts that he would make it through the whole program. He did make it all the way through and was offered a full time job working there as well as low cost housing and health care. But several days after he had finished the program, Mike had a relapse and started drinking and doing cocaine again. The sad thing is that he has done this three times, and has failed three times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me last night and told me all that had happened and that he finally realized that he really did not want to stop drinking and doing drugs, he just liked them to much and he just did not want to stop. Wow, what a realization indeed to have come up with, a very honest self-realization to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is a good man, a smart man, a Christian even though he is doing drugs he is still one of God’s children. The bible tells us how many times that we sometimes must forgive if the person is truly sorry for what they are doing to themselves or others. Seven X seven times is what the Bible tells us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are all very busy and with families and worries all your own. But as Children of God I am asking that after you read this decide if you want to say a prayer for Mike W. and ask Father God to shack up Mike’s heart and soul and make him realize that time is growing short. Mike is killing himself and his death will be such a waste. He has so much to give and I am a better person for having been able to share some time with him.&lt;br /&gt;Please ask God to intervene. We do not want to lose people like Mike in this world. Remember right now he is lost. And haven’t we all been there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guy’s and I am so proud to be in your lives, please help me save a friend in need, I love you all, Carl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-982916712259600814?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/982916712259600814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=982916712259600814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/982916712259600814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/982916712259600814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayer-request-please-help-us.html' title='Prayer Request-Please help us?'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0YIlP8WuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lo8-7KWXW4E/s72-c/getwell_sm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3080673037813513016</id><published>2009-07-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:52:19.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0WR1UgNSI/AAAAAAAAAds/5nUj9l_HFgQ/s1600-h/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362967226894791970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0WR1UgNSI/AAAAAAAAAds/5nUj9l_HFgQ/s400/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pastormikesays.com/"&gt;http://pastormikesays.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Miscellaneous Ramblings of a Pastor Who Has Been There and Done That&lt;br /&gt;You are viewing: "http://pastormikesays.com/?p=1279"&lt;br /&gt;The prodigal son, are you the one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by on July 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;You should behave instead like God’s very own children, adopted into his family (Romans 8:15, NLT).&lt;br /&gt;The story is told of a man who had begged on the streets for a living.&lt;br /&gt;One day he touched a man on the shoulder and said, “Hey, mister, can you give me a dime?” (That was many years ago when a dime was worth a lot more than it is now.)&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he saw the face of the man he had asked, he was shocked to discover that it was his own father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cried out, “Father, father, do you know me?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father looked at him, then suddenly threw his arms around him and with tears in his eyes, said, “Oh, my son, at last I’ve found you! I’ve found you! You want a dime? Everything I have is yours.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beggar said, “Think of it. I was a tramp. I stood begging my own father for ten cents, when for 18 years he had been looking for me to give me all he had.”&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful illustration of the way God longs to treat us, if we’ll let Him. The story of the prodigal son in Luke 15 is also an example of how the Father feels toward us. “His father said to the servants, ‘Quick! Bring the finest robe in the house and put it on him. Get a ring for his finger, and sandals for his feet. And kill the calf we have been fattening in the pen. We must celebrate with a feast, for this son of mine was dead and has now returned to life. He was lost, but now he is found” (vs. 22-24, NLT).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are going through life as spiritual beggars, unaware of their heavenly Father and His desire to bless them with all His riches?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said these amazing words: “So don’t be afraid, little flock. For it gives your Father great happiness to give you the Kingdom” (Luke 12:32, NLT).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes God happy to give us the kingdom! How deep is that? It reminds me of Romans 8:15-17: “So you should not be like cowering, fearful slaves. You should behave instead like God’s very own children, adopted into his family — calling him ‘Father, dear Father.’ For his Holy Spirit speaks to us deep in our hearts and tells us that we are God’s children. And since we are his children, we will share his treasures — for everything God gives to his Son, Christ, is ours, too. But if we are to share his glory, we must also share his suffering” (NLT).&lt;br /&gt;People do not have to be spiritual beggars, for if they believe, “everything God gives to his Son, Christ, is ours, too.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let us not overlook that last sentence: “But if we are to share his glory, we must also share his suffering.” That does not mean self-imposed suffering, or that we should seek suffering, but it means whatever may come our way as we live in a sinful world as a witness for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell the world of you adoption into the family of jesus.&lt;br /&gt;MYPPastor Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share and Enjoy: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3080673037813513016?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3080673037813513016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3080673037813513016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3080673037813513016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3080673037813513016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/pastor-mike_26.html' title='Pastor Mike'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0WR1UgNSI/AAAAAAAAAds/5nUj9l_HFgQ/s72-c/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3149934092565340282</id><published>2009-07-26T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:45:41.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0UyHmozNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/z0MY9ZPPGzc/s1600-h/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362965582535249106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0UyHmozNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/z0MY9ZPPGzc/s400/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men of Generosity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To members of "http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=126676295504"&lt;br /&gt;"http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=524236276""http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=524236276"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=524236276"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=524236276&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 July at 18:03&lt;br /&gt;"http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?compose&amp;amp;msg_id=0&amp;amp;thread=1095526836866&amp;amp;id=524236276"&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 3:2 – People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy.Right in the middle of all the other ugly weaknesses of man God puts, “Lovers of money!” It is the misuse of money that becomes an issue. God wants to bless you, but He will never bless you with something that is going to curse you. If, as men of God, we get the right perspective of the things He puts into our hands, then He will trust us with more of His blessings. Money is a wonderful servant but a cruel taskmaster!Please make an effort this week to invite your friends (men) to join us in this group. Thanks everyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3149934092565340282?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3149934092565340282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3149934092565340282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3149934092565340282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3149934092565340282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/pastor-mike.html' title='Pastor Mike'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0UyHmozNI/AAAAAAAAAdU/z0MY9ZPPGzc/s72-c/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-2777263012574323041</id><published>2009-07-26T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:41:13.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Pastor Mike Sanderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0TjPwcw4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/GRnKDYNPlME/s1600-h/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362964227514221442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0TjPwcw4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/GRnKDYNPlME/s400/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=524236276&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Mike Sanderson&lt;/a&gt; The word of God is simple and straightforward. It becomes complicated when we try to twist it for our own use, or when we try to make ourselves look smarter than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=524236276&amp;amp;v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=135638725030&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;3 hours ago&lt;/a&gt; · &lt;a class="" onmouseover="CSS.addClass(this, 'feedback_hover')" title="Click here to leave a comment" onmouseout="CSS.removeClass(this, 'feedback_hover')"&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt; · &lt;a class="like_component_not_exists" onmouseover="CSS.addClass(this, 'feedback_hover')" title="Click here to like this item" onmouseout="CSS.removeClass(this, 'feedback_hover')" href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#"&gt;Like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="like_component_exists" onmouseover="CSS.addClass(this, 'feedback_hover')" title="Click here to stop liking this item" onmouseout="CSS.removeClass(this, 'feedback_hover')" href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#"&gt;Unlike&lt;/a&gt; · &lt;a class="feedback_show_link" onmouseover="CSS.addClass(this, 'feedback_hover')" title="Show comments and other feedback" onmouseout="CSS.removeClass(this, 'feedback_hover')"&gt;View Feedback (3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="feedback_hide_link" onmouseover="CSS.addClass(this, 'feedback_hover')" onmouseout="CSS.removeClass(this, 'feedback_hover')"&gt;Hide feedback (3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-2777263012574323041?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/2777263012574323041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=2777263012574323041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2777263012574323041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2777263012574323041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing-pastor-mike-sanderson.html' title='Introducing Pastor Mike Sanderson'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sm0TjPwcw4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/GRnKDYNPlME/s72-c/Pastor+Mike+Sanderson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-143014381330379707</id><published>2009-07-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:39:44.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After 60 years in one church Jimmy Carter says no</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SmTVzylDtsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_4dbTPX5Ht4/s1600-h/jimmycarterleaveschurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360644542204982978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SmTVzylDtsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_4dbTPX5Ht4/s400/jimmycarterleaveschurch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than 60 years together, Jimmy Carter has announced himself at odds with the Southern Baptist Church -- and he's decided it's time they go their separate ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Via "http://www.feministing.com/archives/016792.html", the former president called the decision "unavoidable" after church leaders prohibited women from being ordained and insisted women be "subservient to their husbands." Said Carter in an essay in &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/opinion/losing-my-religion-for-equality-20090714-dk0v.html?page=-1"&gt;http://www.theage.com.au/opinion/losing-my-religion-for-equality-20090714-dk0v.html?page=-1&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At its most repugnant, the belief that women must be subjugated to the wishes of men excuses slavery, violence, forced prostitution, genital mutilation and national laws that omit rape as a crime. But it also costs many millions of girls and women control over their own bodies and lives, and continues to deny them fair access to education, health, employment and influence within their own communities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow us:"http://twitter.com/politicsdaily""http://www.facebook.com/politicsdaily"&lt;br /&gt;And, later:&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that male religious leaders have had -- and still have -- an option to interpret holy teachings either to exalt or subjugate women. They have, for their own selfish ends, overwhelmingly chosen the latter. Their continuing choice provides the foundation or justification for much of the pervasive persecution and abuse of women throughout the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching everyone from philandering politicians to Iran's president taking a sudden look heavenwards when the roof starts to come down on them, it's refreshing to see Carter calling out the role of religion in the mistreatment of women. The question for Carter -- and for others who find themselves at odds with leadership -- is, when a group you're deeply involved in starts to move away from your own core beliefs, do you stay and try to change from within or, at some point, do you have to look for the exit? Carter did give the former a shot -- in recent years publicly criticizing and distancing himself from church leadership, while staying involved with his church. Now, he's seeing if absence might do what presence did not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-143014381330379707?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/143014381330379707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=143014381330379707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/143014381330379707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/143014381330379707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-60-years-in-one-church-jimmy.html' title='After 60 years in one church Jimmy Carter says no'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SmTVzylDtsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_4dbTPX5Ht4/s72-c/jimmycarterleaveschurch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5391858902362364808</id><published>2009-07-20T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:41:31.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SmTTan-QiCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K4X7zQlkRKQ/s1600-h/gg12100.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360641910837905442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SmTTan-QiCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K4X7zQlkRKQ/s400/gg12100.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's promise: God will wipe away sorrow forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God concerned about our pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those who are crushed in spirit. The righteous face many troubles, but the Lord rescues them from each and every one.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:18-19 NLT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with bitterest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way when he went by. He was despised, and we did not care.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God for his own sins! But he was wounded and crushed for our sins. He was beaten that we might have peace. He was whipped, and we were healed! All of us have strayed away like sheep. We have left God's paths to follow our own. Yet the Lord laid on him the guilt and sins of us all.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 53:3-6 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the pain and sorrow of Christ's experiences on earth, God has experienced the depths of human grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;You that are called born of God, and Christians, if you be not criers, there is no spiritual life in you; if you be born of God, you are crying ones; as soon as He raised you out of the dark dungeon of sin, you cannot but cry to God.&lt;br /&gt;John Bunyan&lt;br /&gt;Content is derived from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation and other publications of Tyndale Publishing House &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5391858902362364808?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5391858902362364808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5391858902362364808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5391858902362364808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5391858902362364808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-weks-promise.html' title='This week&apos;s promise'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SmTTan-QiCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K4X7zQlkRKQ/s72-c/gg12100.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-6963896808548341516</id><published>2009-07-20T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:41:02.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Carter Leaves Church Over Treatment of Women -- Politics Daily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.politicsdaily.com/2009/07/20/jimmy-carter-leaves-church-over-treatment-of-women/?icid=main|htmlws-main|dl1|link2|http%3A%2F%2Fwww.politicsdaily.com%2F2009%2F07%2F20%2Fjimmy-carter-leaves-church-over-treatment-of-women%2F"&gt;Jimmy Carter Leaves Church Over Treatment of Women -- Politics Daily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-6963896808548341516?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/6963896808548341516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=6963896808548341516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6963896808548341516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6963896808548341516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/jimmy-carter-leaves-church-over.html' title='Jimmy Carter Leaves Church Over Treatment of Women -- Politics Daily'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8151957780180562821</id><published>2009-07-14T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:00:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days of Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Slzj657YFKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/BLvmwThyv1k/s1600-h/img_2002c.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358408257785828514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Slzj657YFKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/BLvmwThyv1k/s400/img_2002c.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.endtimesreport.com/threedays_b.html"&gt;Three Days Of Darkness-number 2 better copy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you all to read this letter and read it very clearly. You must make a decision to believe or not to believe. Now I personally believe that this will happen someday and perhaps very soon. My Mother originally told me about this prophecy over 30 years ago. and for some reason it has come back to me. For this reason I have chosen to find the beeswax candles they talk about as well as Holy Water. The candles I am finding are hard to come by but i will find them. I do this as an act of faith in God. and the respect and Honor i have for Jesus Mother Mary. I compare the love I have for my departed Mother as intense and deep and Mom was a true blessing from God to me. And then to understand the deepness of love Jesus had to die on the cross for me, us, how much deeper was the love of His Mother Mary. It could never be measured in mere human terms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So please, go to this web site and read these words and decide for your self, you know that time is short and you know this to be the truth. God Bless You my friends, love Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-8151957780180562821?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/8151957780180562821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=8151957780180562821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8151957780180562821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8151957780180562821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-days-of-darkness.html' title='Three Days of Darkness'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Slzj657YFKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/BLvmwThyv1k/s72-c/img_2002c.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4052854636045586751</id><published>2009-06-18T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:11:55.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a long while since i have done any thing new to add to my Blog. the truth is that I have been very sick and in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tremendous&lt;/span&gt; amount of pain. my legs and feet are on fire and i am confined to staying inside of my home. When i do go out it is for short trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and pretty much that is all. The pain is growing worst and I just am stuck being without medical help, no insurance,  un-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;insurable&lt;/span&gt; as they say. it will be a while till i write again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Bless You, Love Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4052854636045586751?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4052854636045586751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=4052854636045586751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4052854636045586751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4052854636045586751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been A While'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5987997130976166101</id><published>2009-06-18T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:06:52.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the desert,  Las Vegas, Nevada</title><content type='html'>pictured at the end of my street is the new East Side Cannery Casino. as you can see they are very close and light up the night sky with neopn stares, got to love vegas, carl&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqB5P0n8-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/6MhkQyOjP2M/s1600-h/2009-06-04+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348730327955665890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqB5P0n8-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/6MhkQyOjP2M/s400/2009-06-04+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqB46UmgpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bI7zRTSSJZA/s1600-h/2009-06-04+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348730322184209042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqB46UmgpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bI7zRTSSJZA/s400/2009-06-04+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqB4bXoIHI/AAAAAAAAAas/ltJgy_txFAQ/s1600-h/2009-06-04+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348730313875398770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqB4bXoIHI/AAAAAAAAAas/ltJgy_txFAQ/s400/2009-06-04+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5987997130976166101?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5987997130976166101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5987997130976166101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5987997130976166101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5987997130976166101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-desert-las-vegas-nevada.html' title='This is the desert,  Las Vegas, Nevada'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqB5P0n8-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/6MhkQyOjP2M/s72-c/2009-06-04+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5942830444160373772</id><published>2009-06-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:02:26.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little House in the Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA774xPcI/AAAAAAAAAak/lrFuyu4jmhM/s1600-h/2009-06-04+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348729274632322498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA774xPcI/AAAAAAAAAak/lrFuyu4jmhM/s400/2009-06-04+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA7t_Qc4I/AAAAAAAAAac/gYh7oqWW_VY/s1600-h/2009-06-04+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348729270901437314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA7t_Qc4I/AAAAAAAAAac/gYh7oqWW_VY/s400/2009-06-04+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA7eW7_fI/AAAAAAAAAaU/phH41NYlFEo/s1600-h/2009-06-04+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348729266705792498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA7eW7_fI/AAAAAAAAAaU/phH41NYlFEo/s400/2009-06-04+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA61wGmxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HZWim-b-rdo/s1600-h/2009-06-04+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348729255805491986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA61wGmxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HZWim-b-rdo/s400/2009-06-04+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA6qOHmtI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mtNlmxfRIcQ/s1600-h/2009-06-04+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348729252710161106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA6qOHmtI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mtNlmxfRIcQ/s400/2009-06-04+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5942830444160373772?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5942830444160373772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5942830444160373772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5942830444160373772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5942830444160373772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-house-in-desert.html' title='My Little House in the Desert'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SjqA774xPcI/AAAAAAAAAak/lrFuyu4jmhM/s72-c/2009-06-04+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8230625562294798485</id><published>2009-06-18T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:56:08.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although things are not perfect&lt;br /&gt; Because of trial or pain&lt;br /&gt;Continue in thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Do not begin to blame&lt;br /&gt;Even when the times are hard&lt;br /&gt;Fierce winds are bound to blow&lt;br /&gt;God is forever able&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to what you know&lt;br /&gt;Imagine life without His love&lt;br /&gt;J oy would cease to be&lt;br /&gt;Keep thanking Him for all the things&lt;br /&gt;Love imparts to thee&lt;br /&gt;Move out of "Camp Complaining"&lt;br /&gt;No weapon that is known&lt;br /&gt;On earth can yield the power&lt;br /&gt;Praise can do alone&lt;br /&gt;Quit looking at the future&lt;br /&gt;Redeem the time at hand&lt;br /&gt;Start every day with worship&lt;br /&gt;To "thank" is a command&lt;br /&gt; Until we see Him coming&lt;br /&gt;Victorious in the sky We'll run the race with gratitude&lt;br /&gt; X alting God most high&lt;br /&gt;Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...&lt;br /&gt; Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM Too blessed to be stressed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. &lt;br /&gt;The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace be with you forever, Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: GOD LOVES YOU...Pass this word on to more friends and ask them to continue telling others that GOD love them too.  Just think of how many people that could be reached out to and blessed with these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-8230625562294798485?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/8230625562294798485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=8230625562294798485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8230625562294798485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8230625562294798485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/06/although-things-are-not-perfect-because.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1375932488414965055</id><published>2009-05-19T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:42:47.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One knows</title><content type='html'>No one, but the One&lt;br /&gt;Knows the time and of That Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been told&lt;br /&gt;And this righteously so&lt;br /&gt;For here in black and white had been written&lt;br /&gt;Yet but several millennia or so ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it has been my understanding&lt;br /&gt;That this very Christ Jesus did not even know&lt;br /&gt;For that time and place was for one only to know&lt;br /&gt;This is God The Father; He was only to have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my children please be weary&lt;br /&gt;Of those who claim that they know&lt;br /&gt;The time and place for the time&lt;br /&gt;Of our Christ Jesus to finally come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you will hear rumors&lt;br /&gt;For many will boldly proclaim&lt;br /&gt;That they have received a special foreknowledge&lt;br /&gt;To me they are to be considered deranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you hear stories&lt;br /&gt;of the coming time and the place&lt;br /&gt;Please open up your bible&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit will show you the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no one knows&lt;br /&gt;And you can trust this most trustable of sites&lt;br /&gt;For it has been written in your Bible, This Book of all life&lt;br /&gt;For our Father God only knows, can you deny that He is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1375932488414965055?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1375932488414965055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1375932488414965055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1375932488414965055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1375932488414965055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-one-knows.html' title='No One knows'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1504269868281893704</id><published>2009-05-19T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:39:13.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Matter of Interpretation?&lt;br /&gt;It had been discussed at quite length&lt;br /&gt;Scholars thought that there interpretation&lt;br /&gt;Was the correct one of course?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct maybe if The Holy Spirit was not in you&lt;br /&gt;Could these men of many learning's&lt;br /&gt;Could they themselves be led astray?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t there something about running too and fro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about so much knowledge that it was meaningless this day&lt;br /&gt;After all, is it not the center of most discussions?&lt;br /&gt;Is it not what all the so-called Scholars say?&lt;br /&gt;After all they all have their diplomas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There diplomas that say they know what they say&lt;br /&gt;Look they are all saying the same thing&lt;br /&gt;It is temporary at the best&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have herd it said that they were preparing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By digging holes in the ground for them to soon stay, a place of safety a place of rest?&lt;br /&gt;They had a scientific quorum&lt;br /&gt;For all the best of the best did show that day&lt;br /&gt;For it was the time to make discussions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they had calculated the coming last day&lt;br /&gt;All the ancient books had been open&lt;br /&gt;Cather in columns all segue&lt;br /&gt;Notebooks of written words upon papers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formulas discussed then reissued then all confused&lt;br /&gt;Nothing made any sense anymore&lt;br /&gt;Basic truths up heaved and defused&lt;br /&gt;It had become like Babble once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time science, technology, we had abused&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing left for us to fight for&lt;br /&gt;No greener to take in, any flowers left, only gloom&lt;br /&gt;We a people had lost our way, somehow we had been betrayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hope to us was lost; we were but only the fools, left so confused, left so crushed&lt;br /&gt;What in Gods very name were we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of delusions had we all been under&lt;br /&gt;Why did all of this so-called Mankind become so fooled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the very depths of our evil hearts had we sunk too&lt;br /&gt;We are but fools&lt;br /&gt;We have been given paradise&lt;br /&gt;And we gave it all away but for the thought of becoming like very gods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the very name of creation had we done, I had cried out in disbelieve&lt;br /&gt;Our science had failed us&lt;br /&gt;Technology lay in ruins, staked up in piles of twisted plastics and metals&lt;br /&gt;Grotesque metal sculptures remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They warn us of yet another evil to come&lt;br /&gt;We are now being taunted by voices unseen&lt;br /&gt;And the very air around us has grown thick with mistrust&lt;br /&gt;For we, mankind know the end is coming very near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the hairs on the back of your neck?&lt;br /&gt;The Seals have been open, do we dear to assume which?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1504269868281893704?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1504269868281893704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1504269868281893704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1504269868281893704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1504269868281893704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/05/matter-of-interpretation-it-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1424117154322835011</id><published>2009-05-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:37:29.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Matter of Interpretation</title><content type='html'>A Matter of Interpretation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been discussed at quite length&lt;br /&gt;Scholars thought that there interpretation&lt;br /&gt;Was the correct one of course?&lt;br /&gt;Correct maybe if The Holy Spirit was not in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could these men of many learning's&lt;br /&gt;Could they themselves be led astray?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t there something about running too and fro&lt;br /&gt;Something about so much knowledge that it was meaningless this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, is it not the center of most discussions?&lt;br /&gt;Is it not what all the so-called Scholars say?&lt;br /&gt;After all they all have their diplomas&lt;br /&gt;There diplomas that say they know what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look they are all saying the same thing&lt;br /&gt;It is temporary at the best&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have herd it said that they were preparing&lt;br /&gt;By digging holes in the ground for them to soon stay, a place of safety a place of rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a scientific quorum&lt;br /&gt;For all the best of the best did show that day&lt;br /&gt;For it was the time to make discussions&lt;br /&gt;For they had calculated the coming last day&lt;br /&gt;All the ancient books had been open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cather in columns all segue&lt;br /&gt;Notebooks of written words upon papers&lt;br /&gt;Formulas discussed then reissued then all confused&lt;br /&gt;Nothing made any sense anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic truths up heaved and defused&lt;br /&gt;It had become like Babble once again&lt;br /&gt;This time science, technology, we had abused&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing left for us to fight for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No greener to take in, any flowers left, only gloom&lt;br /&gt;We a people had lost our way, somehow we had been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;All hope to us was lost; we were but only the fools, left so confused, left so crushed&lt;br /&gt;What in Gods very name were we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of delusions had we all been under&lt;br /&gt;Why did all of this so-called Mankind become so fooled?&lt;br /&gt;What in the very depths of our evil hearts had we sunk too&lt;br /&gt;We are but fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been given paradise&lt;br /&gt;And we gave it all away but for the thought of becoming like very gods&lt;br /&gt;What in the very name of creation had we done, I had cried out in disbelieve&lt;br /&gt;Our science had failed us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology lay in ruins, staked up in piles of twisted plastics and metals&lt;br /&gt;Grotesque metal sculptures remain&lt;br /&gt;They warn us of yet another evil to come&lt;br /&gt;We are now being taunted by voices unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very air around us has grown thick with mistrust&lt;br /&gt;For we, mankind know the end is coming very near&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the hairs on the back of your neck?&lt;br /&gt;The Seals have been open, do we dear to assume which?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1424117154322835011?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1424117154322835011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1424117154322835011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1424117154322835011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1424117154322835011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/05/matter-of-interpretation.html' title='A Matter of Interpretation'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8416598153846129996</id><published>2009-05-01T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:26:50.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Mini Series'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee4dbbefa7b78481" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=8416598153846129996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8416598153846129996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8416598153846129996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3015012331151764313</id><published>2009-04-07T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:53:52.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SdvmJz-rZRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dAnvgkn0qCg/s1600-h/water+fall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322100440914683154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SdvmJz-rZRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dAnvgkn0qCg/s400/water+fall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please submit your prayer requests so that we can all form a prayer circle and ask our Father God for His help in your or your family's life. Together we can be many voice's turned to one voice. We can ask of The father His help as His children that we are or will soon become through our prayers to Him. I ask you to send in your prayers so that together we can ask The Lord for His help and guidance. God bless You All, Love, Carl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3015012331151764313?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3015012331151764313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3015012331151764313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3015012331151764313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3015012331151764313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SdvmJz-rZRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dAnvgkn0qCg/s72-c/water+fall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3259791055107874383</id><published>2009-04-07T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:50:14.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wormwood Part 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sdub9ppASDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2owcptbWk0I/s1600-h/img_201c.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worm Wood-Part One&lt;br /&gt;There had been strange rumblings&lt;br /&gt;This for quite a long while&lt;br /&gt;Those in power new that something was coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked were from, they all pointed, fingers pointing straight up into the ski&lt;br /&gt;Now there had always been talk&lt;br /&gt;That perhaps some day a near miss&lt;br /&gt;And one for sure they knew off, some say perhaps more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they say they new one wiped out all those dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;But this is just talk, science fiction at best&lt;br /&gt;Doomsday scenarios with all the best technical effects&lt;br /&gt;Yet was this not read, in the Book of Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A star would fall from the heavens, destroying on third of all its inhabitants, one third of all human life&lt;br /&gt;Destroying one third of all the fresh waters&lt;br /&gt;Destroying one third of all plant and animal life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This planet Earth as we knew it&lt;br /&gt;All this once created would lose its cohesion in just one plight&lt;br /&gt;We had all been warned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it had been written in the ancient texts&lt;br /&gt;That Mother Earth would be smitten&lt;br /&gt;By this evil from the black heavens on an unknown night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the name was even given&lt;br /&gt;Words of horror and grief&lt;br /&gt;So much of this so called human kind&lt;br /&gt;In but one day would now be deceased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worm Wood Part Two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Planet is dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this Earth so rumbled&lt;br /&gt;Mighty winds blown across these lands&lt;br /&gt;Very mountains crumble down to mere pebbles in minutes&lt;br /&gt;This great earth shakes so very hard, but for that of but another moment it will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this had never happened&lt;br /&gt;For at least since any records had been kept&lt;br /&gt;Even the very islands&lt;br /&gt;Slipped into the waters, these shaken waters did not relent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every raised surface had been shaken&lt;br /&gt;As never before had there ever been such an event&lt;br /&gt;Not one high place would be standing&lt;br /&gt;For not any low or high places would there be left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entire civilization&lt;br /&gt;All that would have been called the very best of man&lt;br /&gt;All shaken to their very foundations&lt;br /&gt;All once built upon rock has turned into sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we been caught unguarded?&lt;br /&gt;Were we not aware of such an event?&lt;br /&gt;Was it not written in the very Book of the Heavens?&lt;br /&gt;Were not the words, the Truth God sent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only word that I may leave you&lt;br /&gt;Please make sure you always say your prayers&lt;br /&gt;For there is one that hides in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Whose day has yet to be known, for he has been watching for years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3259791055107874383?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3259791055107874383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3259791055107874383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Se8vKgUM5II/AAAAAAAAAZs/O51vu1IDMSs/s1600-h/img_201c.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528741722449026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Se8vKgUM5II/AAAAAAAAAZs/O51vu1IDMSs/s400/img_201c.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SdubNIYoePI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FcVdSNiLSkw/s1600-h/figce12.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seal has been Broken-Chapters One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This parchment&lt;br /&gt;Deeply yellowed with great age and weight&lt;br /&gt;Written from ancient times so very long ago&lt;br /&gt;Edges worn and cracked from great ages past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parchment lay open upon the dried earth&lt;br /&gt;Seal of wax broken in two crimson pieces&lt;br /&gt;Words written in that of an ancient unknown language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had these words been spoken&lt;br /&gt;Had there been herd a great sigh&lt;br /&gt;When these written words had been uttered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed so long from the ears of mankind&lt;br /&gt;When first read out loud, did the reader cry out&lt;br /&gt;Wow to this human kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will begin great turmoil now to be known&lt;br /&gt;For what was once, will now cease to be&lt;br /&gt;For even with all of mans great knowledge, he will fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the seal had been broken&lt;br /&gt;The very words of prophecy now have become very fact&lt;br /&gt;The change at first appeared to be subtle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the very end it has become very fact&lt;br /&gt;We as humans&lt;br /&gt;We could not see that the change had begun&lt;br /&gt;The very foundations of mankind would now be shaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man will have been brought to the very ground&lt;br /&gt;We had drifted to much away from were we had come from&lt;br /&gt;We walked away from our Father God&lt;br /&gt;This we gave up in the name of&lt;br /&gt;Civilization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How eager we were to leave&lt;br /&gt;Our Father God we had so loved&lt;br /&gt;Walked away from This Written Word&lt;br /&gt;So very many of us new as His love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As foolish children&lt;br /&gt;We thought we knew it all&lt;br /&gt;How deep, how sad, we humans, how hard we had to fall&lt;br /&gt;Fall away from the Truth that was our very Father’s All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter-Two&lt;br /&gt;The Seal has been Broken, How many more to Come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This creation called mankind&lt;br /&gt;How hard do they fight to exist?&lt;br /&gt;Do they not yet realize?&lt;br /&gt;That what little time they will have to make this a finale peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Seals that must be broken&lt;br /&gt;Each carries an arrow and a tear&lt;br /&gt;A young mother for here unborn children cries&lt;br /&gt;While a red-hot arrow tip splits the skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had all been warned&lt;br /&gt;For there is not one excuse&lt;br /&gt;We can not rest on what was once done yesterday&lt;br /&gt;For in the now is all we can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers, my dear children&lt;br /&gt;For all that is said, will all this come to truth&lt;br /&gt;For the ski will have fallen, it’s name is Wormwood&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers my dear children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it has been written&lt;br /&gt;For you all know this to be true&lt;br /&gt;For it has been written in The book of Life&lt;br /&gt;Please look for yourself, it is fact and it is truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4403101313163534477?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4403101313163534477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=4403101313163534477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4403101313163534477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4403101313163534477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/04/seal-has-been-broken-chapters-one-this.html' title='The Seal has been Broken'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Se8vKgUM5II/AAAAAAAAAZs/O51vu1IDMSs/s72-c/img_201c.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5437029421644276579</id><published>2009-04-07T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:24:37.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SduaWH3Gp-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/-sWa86EI4dA/s1600-h/post1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322017089526343650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SduaWH3Gp-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/-sWa86EI4dA/s400/post1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This generations Last Stand-Chapter One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we are at One, One Nation once more&lt;br /&gt;For this time, will be our last time&lt;br /&gt;We as a People, a Nation of Souls will fight&lt;br /&gt;No more will we be dispersed among the nations any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We once The People of a Great Nation&lt;br /&gt;Dispersed among all the nations&lt;br /&gt;For a call has come out from Israel&lt;br /&gt;Our Mother has called all of Her Children to come Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel, O’ Israel&lt;br /&gt;Calling all your Children once more to come Home&lt;br /&gt;This will be Our Greatest Glory&lt;br /&gt;We will rebuild The Third Temple, never to be destroyed any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we are an Ancient Peoples&lt;br /&gt;For we have preserved The Written Word and Traditions of our God&lt;br /&gt;For we are a Chosen people&lt;br /&gt;First but not the least of His children of our Father God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Us, this very Generation&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can feel it deep, rising in the blood&lt;br /&gt;For it is this Generation, O’ Israel&lt;br /&gt;For it is we that Speak, Never again, Never again will we back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masada Chapter Two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Our Final Stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these fifty plus years we have labored&lt;br /&gt;Reclaimed the Deserts with our sweat and our blood&lt;br /&gt;Out of these barren rocks we built our cities&lt;br /&gt;These foundations we know they will not ever rot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have welcomed back our Peoples&lt;br /&gt;Searched this earth from high and low&lt;br /&gt;We have found what treasure had been taken from us&lt;br /&gt;We will not let our past ever be taken or forgotten, or let go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, this time&lt;br /&gt;We as a Nation of Jews, Say No!&lt;br /&gt;For this will never do for never more we proclaim&lt;br /&gt;It is death till this the end, we have pledged in our hearts to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In finale proclamation&lt;br /&gt;We the nation of The Jew&lt;br /&gt;We shall fight till the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;Or we shall die in making this true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5437029421644276579?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5437029421644276579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5437029421644276579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5437029421644276579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5437029421644276579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/04/masada-this-generations-last-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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I mean this life can be so very hard at times, and through prayer we can ask for our Fathers guidance, His Love, His support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night before I go to bed I take a moment to make reflection of my day. I get myself all cozy and comfortable for I never know how long my prayers will take. Then I begin. Thank you father for this day you have given me. And a good day it was and I thank you. Then I go through my day and I talk to Him about what I had done or what I might have said, and often tell Him how sorry I was when I goofed up. You have to remember to always tell God the truth, do not candy coat it. And always remember to talk to God with the respect that He deserves. Never call God dad or the big guy up there, call Him father God with all the respect and Love He deserves, and He deserves all that we can give. God is the father and He is truth, the perfection of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always come before God on bended knee even when lying down in your bed at night. I always ask The Father to thank Christ Jesus for His life that He gave for me as well as all mankind, all that we had to do was to ask for forgiveness and except Jesus as His one and only Son. Tell God that you be leave with all your heart that this is the truth and you dedicate all your heart and soul to them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then ask The Father to help the Holy Spirit in me to grow wise and strong. To help make me into a better Christian to serve The Father &amp;amp; Son to the best that I am able. I tell The father I want Him to be proud of me. I want Him to say when my time comes, yes I know you Carl, and I remember your prayers well. That is what I wish to hear The Father say. I will then ask The Father to please forgive me for what I may have forgot to have confessed.&lt;br /&gt;Then before closing I ask Him to forgive us humans for turning away from Him, and what a great mistake that had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing I ask the father to bless my friends and my family and I always call out each one of their names. I ask the Father to please tell my Mother how much I love her and that I miss her so much that my heart is still broken, and in pain. I ask Him to watch over her, as I know He watches over Mary, the Mother of Jesus and I remind Him that I know how much He must love her. Then finally I once again tell Him thank You for this day and to please bless my two dogs, Cassie &amp;amp; Reilly. They’re in there teenage years and are driving me crazy, and say thank you for all the love they give me and help me make it through my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some nights that I will talk with Him for a couple of hours, I just guess I have a lot to say. Then some nights I am so tired I may tell Him thank you for getting through this crazy day and God Bless you God. Amen&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is please just talk to God each and every day. Make the time to tell Him how much you love Him. How much love you have in your heart for Him. For me I like to pray at bedtime when I can have that private time for father and child talk. I am relaxed and the day is done. Other times during the day I will often take a moment out to say thank you father, job well done. You are truly the Creator, look at all you have done.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer, Talking to The father, talking to the Son. Do it now, do it every day for the rest of your life. God Bless you my children, Love Carl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5271404006510174356?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5271404006510174356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5271404006510174356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5271404006510174356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5271404006510174356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer-through-prayer-i-have-found-my.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SduZYSX-JzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/h9qoGg92QmE/s72-c/img_1173811859316_421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5570878580775284286</id><published>2009-04-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:17:16.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry of Miss JBGrant-Featured this month April 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 04.22.04 [3:08 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am WomanI am woman, hear me roarAs I mop the kitchen floorWash those dishesSmash those wishesNever ending always moreI am woman hear my plightAs I’m turning out the lightMake those wishesShove those dishesTake the kitchen from my sightBy: Jeanne Grant 4-10-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  5 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=155912"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 04.22.04 [9:28 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming HomeIn my thoughts I can only imagineComing home, home to HeavenTo see the Lord in all his gloryIt would be a wondrous storyForever comforted by his essenceJust to be in his great presenceLight so bright it hurts my eyesGown so white looks crystallizedFeeling the peace of being thereIn his company such awesome careTake me home Lord in your time frameI long for you to say my nameBy: Jeanne Grant 4-16-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=156685"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [10:46 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Death Do PartMarriage…a game of give and takeAll decisions you both makeStarting out the best of friendsMove on to hugs and holding handsAcross the room you can connectNever touching, no contactLoving glances, starry eyesHonest answers, never liesLoving only one anotherPut before any otherLove, respect, and admirationMarriage vows…a foundationArms of comfort, strong affectionArm in arm, the right directionChoices wise, not a doubtTill death do part, no easy outBlooming love is so worthwhileRemember loving with a smile.Written by: Jeanne Grant 3-16-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157888"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dog Friday&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [10:54 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FridayCrinkled leaves upon her headFlaming coat a fiery redJumping like a year old fawnRomping through the day from dawn.Never knowing never caringNostrils wide and ever flaringLove filled eyes of pure pleasureFinding all the hidden treasureHer enjoyment never leaves her.The wonder of a golden retriever.Written by: Jeanne Grant 3-16-03 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157892"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canoe&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:01 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lonely CanoeA small lonely sad canoeWas swimming down the Blue BayouLooking for a place to berthAll alone on this great big earthHe has traveled many miles aloneLooking for a brand new homeThe journey seemed never-endingIf there was only a place to clingWhere he came from was not niceHe was treated like a block of iceHe was small and they were largeOne of them even a bargeThe many boats were not his friendsHis only sight, their big back endsHe stayed alone, not in their thoughtsSmall and tiny, to them a mere dotOff he went to seek some spaceLooking for a new home baseEver hopeful to meet new friendsSomeone to share with till the endThen one day he saw from afarShining brightly like a starIn the distance there it layA dozen boats in a little bayBoats his size and just as niceHe moved in to take his sliceHe was welcomed on this dayThe little canoe had found his wayA new beginning not an endTo his story there was a bendAll his searching worth the waitThis was where he met his mateBy: Jeanne Grant 4-1-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157896"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City People&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:02 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City PeopleA move to OregonFour years we were goneOut of our elementWe thought “bring it on”Life didn’t just happenThe way that we thoughtThe city folks, usIn the country were caughtWe toiled to make itWe tried to fit inBut each day we struggledFrom beginning to endThe accidents kept comingThe problems a fewEvery way we turnedEnded us in a stewI melted some waxIn a pot on the stoveA fire did happenInto panic I doveWater dogs in pipesFlooding rivers that roamFirewood to warmOh for gas heat from homeBats and snakes we did seeBobcats and quiet we did hearAll of these “normal” thingsSure to put us in fearDampness all overDresser wood peelingCrackers are soggyMade us start squealingWhy did we come here?What were we thinking?Noises inside wallsCivet cats stinkingNeighbors were helpfulWe weren’t all aloneWe finally learned toFunction on our ownBy: Jeanne Grant 4-15-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157898"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:04 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is PaidI once was lost but now I’m savedMy sins were many but now they’re waivedThe love of Jesus paid for themI would have perished if not for HimIt’s nice to know that I am lovedBy my God, the one above.By: Jeanne Grant 4-7-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  2 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157900"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:05 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock KnockTic toc tic tocI hear the rushing of the clockI’d like to stop it with a rockI hear the clock go knock, knock, knockWhat’s the hurry, what’s the rushWork will wait so won’t you hushDon’t you bother, don’t you pushI’d rather not so shushI’d rather stay in bed today I need to find another wayDon’t want to work so let me stayIn bed for yet another dayDon’t want to hurryDon’t want to worryNo I’m not sorryIn bedclothes I buryTo earn a livingJobs unforgivingWant you always givingWant you ever strivingThe freedom to createDid I wait too late?Getting up irateEnter the sleepy gateAfter the buzzer soundsMust get up &amp;amp; aroundI’d rather lie back downHave to go and make rounds.Tic toc tic tocI hear the rushing of the clockI’d like to stop it with a rockI hear the clock go knock, knock, knockBy: Jeanne Grant 4-2-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157902"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:06 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life by GraceWent to the festival tonightTo hear about the LightFranklin Graham, not BillyThe weather slightly chillyThe music was so greatFranklin praised at eightThe message spoken outEveryone told the routeThe people start to roamTo say that golden poemTo save their life by graceAnd use that one free aceThe mass will not regretFor Jesus paid the debt.By: Jeanne Grant 4-2-04&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157903"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purses&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:07 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trash to TreasureA purse is just a trash canYou carry it aroundYou fill it up with junkThat never can be foundThey come in different sizesDepending on your wantsThe more you always carryThe bigger purse you flauntTiny purses are a jokeYou may as well not botherCarry stuff in a pocketAnd leave at home the otherBy: Jeanne Grant 4-16-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157909"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:11 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TreesLook at the treesSo tall and SereneThen there are someThat can barely be seenTall ones that tower over allSmall ones that are the futureBoth are equally wonderfulHousing and sheltering creaturesTrees stand strong and regalShowing the world how proudMaking a statement to the worldWithout having to be loudThey make their mark on the worldGiving themselves for goodMaking themselves availableSo the world can use their woodNo one ever thought aboutHow the tree would feelIf it could talk and let you knowThe feeling when chainsaws peelBut the next generation will riseAnd make the same donationAll in the call of dutyTo make for a stronger nationBy: Jeanne Grant 4-16-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157915"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting Room&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:14 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient’s ImpatienceWatching all the peopleIn the waiting roomSome are patientSome are gloomMothers with childrenOldsters with spousesEveryone loungingLike in their houseWaiting room fullDoctor running lateEveryone waitingNot sure of their fateHere comes the doctorHow are you? GoodbyeNot much chanceTo offer replyFor all their learningOne thing lackingTo be on timeAnd not so slackingIf only we couldCharge them a feeFor every minuteWe wait to seeTho they are busyTheir time is spareThe waiting is hardFor those who are thereBy: Jeanne Grant 4-15-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157919"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:15 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power of PrayerThe Good Book says that we should prayContinue praying thru the dayGive our praise to one most highIn His awesome presence sighPraise Him for His mighty powerGiving thanks to Him our TowerIn His love we have a FatherUnto Him grace you gatherIn His Heaven He patient waitsFor us to join Him at the gatesBy: Jeanne Grant 4-10-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157921"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakersfield&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:18 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BakersfieldEveryone thinks that we are hicksThey think we live down in the sticksSmall enough to feel down-homeYet large enough to freely roamIt’s centralized for many pleasuresThe beach, the mountains, are some treasuresFar enough to go and stayOr close enough to spend the dayHome of several Country StarsEven home of famous barsOf the problems, one is clearThe heat is hot as Hades here.By: Jeanne Grant 4-5-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157926"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Child&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.23.04 [11:22 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Letter to My ChildThis is a letter to my childThe one I never hadNever seeing, never knowingLeft me feeling badI know I would have loved youI know I would have caredNever having known youHas left my soul so baredThe things I’ve missed I do regretIf only one day we had metBut know my child that you were lovedJust know from me I do regretI’m sorry that you never wereOther plans made by the LordPlans we have no understandingTrust Him says His Holy WordBy: Jeanne Grant 4-9-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=157931"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 04.24.04 [1:00 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Love IsLove is…..Beaming smiles to last for milesTrusting, sharing, forever caringYour one and only, no feeling lonelyBig bear hugs and heart string tugsA partnership, no jumping shipSometimes humorous, fights are numerousComfy, snuggly, but never uglyPlayfully gratifying, wonderfully satisfyingForgiveness, surprise, and words of the wisePowerful, playful, hopeful, gratefulSupporting, closeness, and total opennessPainful honesty, loyalty lusty No forgetting, no regrettingHeart that quickens feelings thickenThere to listen with eyes that glistenGleeful laughter ever afterLove is… worth it all.By: Jeanne Grant 3-18-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=158013"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog Fuzz&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 04.24.04 [1:01 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUZZInto life came a bearAll fuzzy and rareEnjoyed life to no endTwo hearts he did bendNever knowing his bodyHeld a bomb that was readyHis illness so realHis life had no zealBorn without a careLoving life unawareHis loyalty so fierceTheir heart he did pierceLoved ever so muchMany hearts he did touchLife over too soonLeft them feeling doomOne day all okayHis pain left that dayOnly one year had passedBut the memories still lastOne gentle giant dearHis humans with tearsNo more pain was his lifeNo more struggles or strife.By: Jeanne Grant (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=158015"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Love&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 04.24.04 [1:05 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Love…Comfort ZoneWhen love comes in romance goes outThat is the way it turnsThat is what love is all aboutDon’t think it means to spurnIt doesn’t mean “no more love”It doesn’t meant disasterLove turns into comfort modeForevermore, and afterIf love is deep within your heartA difference it won’t makeJust remember these my wordsIt’s all about some give and take.When you reach this point in lifeWhen things are not all franticYou will appreciate this timeRewards are most gigantic.By: Jeanne Grant 3-29-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=158021"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 04.24.04 [1:52 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me N U &amp;amp; U N MeRiding like the wind so carefreeEnjoying the day just you and meRacing a sprint down the roadHaving the wind caress the loadNo one around, just us twoHaving fun just Me N USpending the time getting the feelEnjoying a day that seemed surrealThe ride was good, it was so relaxingHad no thought it would get so taxingRiding and riding slow and fastHaving fun just us at lastAll of a sudden looming aheadA big mud puddle left me seeing redScared to cross it, I hesitateMade a turn but a mite too lateA turn to the left was a bad dealOut from under slid the back wheelHeld on tight while I did slideInto the mud, no loss of hideAll of a sudden the hills so bareBecame a crowded freeway oh so rarePeople coming out from under rocksTo see the person muddy to the socksLying in the puddle cold and wetLifted my leg and started to fretFelt like mush from the knee on downLeft my face with a huge old frownSiren blaring, engine gearingTo the hospital we were tearingInside I was in a shockWaiting for the one last block All alone and feeling blueFirst time at hospital guess I was dueHustle bustle not able to careMedicine made me unawareMet the doctor, these words I heard“You might lose your leg,” how obsurd Scared and in shock I had no cluesNot even grasping the serious newsThe leg was set and a cast was onThree days later for home I had goneBundled, stressed, and feeling weakThe days ahead seemed extremely bleakTen years later have made some gainBut still struggling with the painThe moral to my lengthy storyStay off cycles and spare the worry By: Jeanne Grant 4-10-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=158053"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Passion for Christ&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 04.27.04 [8:06 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Passion for ChristJesus came to earth for usThe movie The Passion I did seeIt gave me cause to realizeHow much suffering He did for meSitting in the theaterThe people all aroundTho tearing up and cryingNo one made a soundEveryone seemed to be tryingTo understand all they sawBut the screen was so excitingAll appeared in shock and aweAfter the movie was overNo one made a moveLetting it all sink inHow much was Jesus’ loveOff to our lives we wentBack into the futureEach one carrying a burdenTaken from that great featureNo one said they hated itNo one seemed to mindIn that place of darknessEach one love there did findIt does not seem enough for meTo take the gift He gaveAnd just say “thank you”For my future He did saveBy: Jeanne Grant 4-25-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=161327"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 04.27.04 [8:08 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JokeMy body is a failureThere is no more allureThe hair is dryI know not whyThere is no more a cureMy chin has many friendsThey seem to never endI cannot seeWhere my neck would beMore chins my body intendsMy stomach comes alongSomething seems so wrongNowhere to be foundMy waist does aboundFor it grows daily strongContinue downward to my hipsWearing all that pass my lipsThat cannot beMy huge hineyI think I’m gonna flipKnees were meant to bendMine will not be a friendTo bend my kneeWill set it freeAnd on the floor will endMy feet I cannot seeThey will not set me freeThey get me thereNo time to spareWith them I’m happy to beIn consideration Without hesitationI’m not so sadAt looking badFor all of the durationWhat can a person doWhen all of this is trueYou laugh, you cryYou wonder whyBecause the joke's on youBy: Jeanne Grant 4-25-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=161328"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 04.27.04 [8:09 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LifeEach day I walk alone thru lifeI deal with problems, pleasures, strifeThe path I choose for my walkI pray that I won’t have to balkThe trials I meet along the wayI’ll try to deal with them each dayMaking sure I do not veerTo places God would not steerI face the trials that I findAnd leave them finished and behindPraying when I reach the finishMy zest for life will not diminishBy: Jeanne Grant 4-25-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=161330"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with God&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 04.27.04 [8:14 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Walk With GodWhen I started my walk with GodI found the way was very hardSinful ways I found were easyBut do not give the same reward.I felt I wasn't good enoughI never felt successBut a friend told me this,"You are a work in progress"He said, "God doesn't expectA perfect person for you to beYou work along the path of lifeLearning so you can see."So off I go on this great walkPraying for all God's wisdomTo come to me in loving trustAnd take me to His kingdom.By: Jeanne Grant 4-25-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  1 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=161333"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraq&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 04.28.04 [9:05 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could It Be Worse?Out of their beds to a far placeStill in shock for having been sentThe reason was war, the name, IraqFollowing orders off they wentThe weather is badRations are sparseScared to sleepCould it be worse?Into the battle all did enterChecking for bombs as they wentNever trusting, never restingAll their energy finally spentThe weather is badRations are sparseScared to sleepCould it be worse?Meeting enemies in darknessNoise that is deafeningCan’t see what’s thereCan’t see what’s happeningThe weather is badRations are sparseScared to sleepCould it be worse?The answer is yesIt could be worseRemember the onesWho no longer verseBy: Jeanne Grant 4-27-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=162978"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's for Dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 04.29.04 [5:17 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s For Dinner What’s for dinner?My hubby would askHamburger somethingIf I’m up to the task The first time I said thatHe stopped in his tracksWondered what it wasAnd how should he actHamburger somethingIs easy to makeHow can you mess up?Something you bake You cook up the meatAnd mix in some stuffWhen you run outThen that is enough Hamburger somethingIs the name of the dishYou use as much ofWhatever you wishThrow it in a panInto the oven it goesBake it one hourIt will tickle your nose Whenever you’re askedWhat is for dinner?Say hamburger somethingAnd make up a winner.By: Jeanne Grant 4-28-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=163893"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Friday 04.30.04 [7:44 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing PoetryAs I sit here, stare at paperMany things for me to doBut my passion steers me And I answer right on cueFeeling all these things insideAll are struggling to come outSo here I am in front of paperMy mind ready without a doubtI hear things told by othersThen my mind will start to workComing up with words that rhymeHas become my daily quirkEven tho I am not strivingTo make every sentence rhymeCan't escape the thing that happensThey just seem to rhyme each timeBy: Jeanne Grant 4-29-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=164730"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 05.02.04 [5:39 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing PoetryAs I sit here, stare at paperMany things for me to doBut my passion steers me And I answer right on cueFeeling all these things insideAll are struggling to come outSo here I am in front of paperMy mind ready without a doubtI hear things told by othersThen my mind will start to workComing up with words that rhymeHas become my daily quirkEven tho I am not strivingTo make every sentence rhymeCan’t escape the thing that happensThey just seem to rhyme each timeBy: Jeanne Grant 4-29-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=166168"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Monday 05.03.04 [2:59 am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make My HeartMake my heart have only loveFor all that I will seeMake my heart show only loveFor all who pass by meMake my heart see only loveFor all are dear to meMake my heart my witness beFor all eternityBy: Jeanne Grant 5-2-04 (copywrite)&lt;br /&gt;posted by: jbgrant  0 comments (&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;view/add&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.tblog.com/templates/index.php?bid=jbgrant&amp;amp;static=166951"&gt;StaticLink&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;eSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5570878580775284286?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5570878580775284286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5570878580775284286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5570878580775284286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5570878580775284286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/04/poetry-of-miss-jbgrant-featured-this.html' title='Poetry of Miss JBGrant-Featured this month April 09'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8886670018044236429</id><published>2009-03-20T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:45:34.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer is indeed a most powerful tool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/ScQ4glJv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/axzqMKBzH0o/s1600-h/img_1236105260280_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315435592583995794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/ScQ4glJv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/axzqMKBzH0o/s400/img_1236105260280_51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prayer is a powerful tool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not an option&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone one of us are going through tough times right now, but God is getting ready&lt;br /&gt;to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith. My instructions were to pick&lt;br /&gt;four people that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;God to bless, and I picked you.&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this to at least&lt;br /&gt;(4) people you want to be blessed&lt;br /&gt;and a copy back to me. This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts wereceive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.&lt;br /&gt;Let's continue t o pray for one another. The prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Father, I ask You to bless&lt;br /&gt;my friends, relatives and those that&lt;br /&gt;I care deeply for, who are readingthis right now.&lt;br /&gt;Show them a new revelation of your&lt;br /&gt;love and power.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is self-doubt, release a&lt;br /&gt;renewed confidence through yourgrace.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is need,&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to fulfill their needs.&lt;br /&gt;Bless their homes, families, finances,&lt;br /&gt;their goings and their comings.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.(If the Lord lays upon your heart to send this to more than four people, you are truly blessed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-8886670018044236429?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/8886670018044236429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=8886670018044236429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8886670018044236429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8886670018044236429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/03/prayer-is-indeed-most-powerful-tool.html' title='Prayer is indeed a most powerful tool!'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/ScQ4glJv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/axzqMKBzH0o/s72-c/img_1236105260280_51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4656267942994603242</id><published>2009-03-16T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:51:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Graham's Prayer For Our Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sb7z2UamT5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/IDUc-7MdJYY/s1600-h/img_1800c.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313952724862521234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sb7z2UamT5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/IDUc-7MdJYY/s400/img_1800c.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prayer speaks more truth than I have heard in a long time."Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, and today and forever." Heb. 13:8 "But seek ye FIRST the Kingdom of God and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." Matt. 6:33&lt;br /&gt;THIS MAN SURE HAS A GOOD VIEW OF WHAT'S HAPPENING TO OUR COUNTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Graham's Prayer For Our Nation&lt;br /&gt;'Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good,' but that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values. We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare. We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable. We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem. We have abused power and called it politics. We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition. We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression. We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment. Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and Set us free. Amen!'&lt;br /&gt;Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, 'The Rest of the Story,' and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired. With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called 'One Nation under God.'Think about this: If you forward this prayer to everyone on your e-mail list, in less than 30 days it would be heard by the world. (It's worth a try!) One Nation under God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4656267942994603242?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4656267942994603242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=4656267942994603242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4656267942994603242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4656267942994603242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/03/billy-grahams-prayer-for-our-nation.html' title='Billy Graham&apos;s Prayer For Our Nation'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sb7z2UamT5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/IDUc-7MdJYY/s72-c/img_1800c.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-829453995447528695</id><published>2009-03-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:41:41.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbHewVHUm7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/4S8KixlVfh4/s1600-h/img_269c.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310270357529467826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbHewVHUm7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/4S8KixlVfh4/s400/img_269c.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christart.com/clipart/"&gt;Christian Clipart&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please take some time out and check out this Free Christian Clip-art Site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think you will like using them and the clip-art is fresh, up to date and the colors of the graphics will make your page pop!, Carl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-829453995447528695?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/829453995447528695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=829453995447528695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/829453995447528695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/829453995447528695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/03/christian-clipart-please-take-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbHewVHUm7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/4S8KixlVfh4/s72-c/img_269c.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8572657313180124156</id><published>2009-03-05T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:26:55.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbA0pNAGqzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/P1_26gaeJJ0/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309801843139193650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbA0pNAGqzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/P1_26gaeJJ0/s400/image001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Poet of The Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Would You like to Share? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This March's Feature Artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Miss Jeanne Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-8572657313180124156?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/8572657313180124156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=8572657313180124156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8572657313180124156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8572657313180124156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/03/poet-of-month-april-2009-would-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbA0pNAGqzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/P1_26gaeJJ0/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5553043737448759965</id><published>2009-03-05T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:17:41.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poet of the Month-march, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbAzINdaPlI/AAAAAAAAAWI/K6GoObWeeIY/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309800176814800466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbAzINdaPlI/AAAAAAAAAWI/K6GoObWeeIY/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Poet of the Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Collections from the Artistry of Jeanne Grant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path of LightBy: Jeanne Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I awoke this day to a bright new sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun is not shining and I wonder why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look around, take stock of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling that I might lose my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then up ahead I see a bright lightIt's so outstanding, what a wonderful sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The light stays ahead paving my wayIt is so awesome, takes my breath away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could that be my Father lighting my path?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that Him clearing my way with His wrath?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know the scripture says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's the light for my wayI know this is true as I see Him this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I follow along with complete trust in Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not just wandering all alone on a whim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But trusting my Father to lead me as I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will not lead me into trouble this I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In DarknessBy: Jeanne Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my world has been rather dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is changing, future seems rather stark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I make the adjustments needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warnings were there but went unheeded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadness is touching all parts of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Piercing my soul with a lightning-like dart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace I need, it keeps flitting away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I long for release for my cares of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is heavy, my head in a spin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wondering frantic which emotion will win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too much to absorb, too much to decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My body is tortured, a tornado inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord give me the strength to endure all that I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let me stagger, help me make the right stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please keep me on track and into Your Word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay by my side, I need you my Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust and ObeyBy: Jeanne Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I became a Lamb of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first thing that I learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was easier being a sinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than the person I had turned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny how you never think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you're living your life bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All things seemed so normalIt is very very sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes a lot of loveTo trust in God and change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But totally, it's worth your time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be so rearranged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the one who made you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is your end of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His son He gave you gladly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As payment for your crimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The song says very strongly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To trust Him and obey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rewards will be well worth it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you meet with Him one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne Grant's Poetry Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.christianpoetry.org/poet_update/poet_update_page.php?aid=" href="http://www.christianpoetry.org/poet_update/poet_update_page.php?aid=1051"&gt;Go to Jeanne Grant's Update Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select one of Jeanne's poems to view: Coming HomeGod's GiftIn DarknessIt is PaidLife by GraceMelancholyMy Birthday 2006My Easter RevelationMy EverythingMy PlaceMy SpiritOh Father, Please Help MePath of LightThe Passion for ChristTrust and ObeyTurn It Over&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne has comments on the following poems: Turn It OverIn DarknessMelancholyMy Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.christianpoetry.org/selentry-3.php?aid=" href="http://www.christianpoetry.org/selentry-3.php?aid=1051"&gt;Return to Jeanne's Home Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://christianpoetry.org/" href="http://christianpoetry.org/"&gt;Cross Way Home&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5553043737448759965?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5553043737448759965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5553043737448759965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5553043737448759965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5553043737448759965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/03/poet-of-month-march-2009.html' title='Poet of the Month-march, 2009'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbAzINdaPlI/AAAAAAAAAWI/K6GoObWeeIY/s72-c/image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4675672720387759034</id><published>2009-03-05T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:03:14.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God"s Gift, by Jeanne Grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbAvwGvwK-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/PwWIY5ymi6o/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309796464160943074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbAvwGvwK-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/PwWIY5ymi6o/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's GiftBy: Jeanne Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night was quiet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the moon was high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stars were bright, all wondered why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time had come, the moment heady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nest of straw was standing ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All held their breaths, the babe was birthed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our newborn Lord was on this earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We take today to celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The awesome gift we all did wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take the time, to remember why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day would come, he would say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Father, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is PaidBy: Jeanne Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I once was lost but now I'm saved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sins were many but now they're waived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The love of Jesus paid for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have perished if not for Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nice to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I am loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By my God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne Grant's Poetry Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.christianpoetry.org/poet_update/poet_update_page.php?aid=" href="http://www.christianpoetry.org/poet_update/poet_update_page.php?aid=1051"&gt;Go to Jeanne Grant's Update Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select one of Jeanne's poems to view: Coming HomeGod's GiftIn DarknessIt is PaidLife by GraceMelancholyMy Birthday 2006My Easter RevelationMy EverythingMy PlaceMy SpiritOh Father, Please Help MePath of LightThe Passion for ChristTrust and ObeyTurn It Over&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne has comments on the following poems: Turn It OverIn DarknessMelancholyMy Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.christianpoetry.org/selentry-3.php?aid=" href="http://www.christianpoetry.org/selentry-3.php?aid=1051"&gt;Return to Jeanne's Home Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://christianpoetry.org/" href="http://christianpoetry.org/"&gt;Cross Way Home&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4675672720387759034?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4675672720387759034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=4675672720387759034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4675672720387759034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4675672720387759034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-gift-by-jeanne-grant.html' title='God&quot;s Gift, by Jeanne Grant'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbAvwGvwK-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/PwWIY5ymi6o/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4681516392546024508</id><published>2009-03-05T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:53:23.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poet of the Month-March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbAswTfM6PI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SCpi1oOb9fI/s1600-h/cross+on+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309793169046300914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbAswTfM6PI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SCpi1oOb9fI/s400/cross+on+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Introducing March's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rising Talent of The Month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeanne Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakersfield California 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn It OverBy: Jeanne Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn it over to the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let Him watch my every word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold my tongue, don't let it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop the feelings I might spout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me thru this trying moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave me peace and no more torment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up I want but down I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This can't be me, it seems not real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jobs they come and jobs they go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me savor uneventful flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the season let me function&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With not bitterness but with conviction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving help, not easy to rile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreading not and with a big smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Lord for being near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my paper fills with falling tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne Grant's Poetry Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.christianpoetry.org/poet_update/poet_update_page.php?aid=" href="http://www.christianpoetry.org/poet_update/poet_update_page.php?aid=1051"&gt;Go to Jeanne Grant's Update Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select one of Jeanne's poems to view: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God's GiftIn Darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is PaidLife by GraceMelancholy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Birthday 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Easter Revelation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Father, Please Help Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Path of Light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Passion for Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust and Obey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn It Over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4681516392546024508?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4681516392546024508/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SbAswTfM6PI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SCpi1oOb9fI/s72-c/cross+on+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5736721115775901080</id><published>2009-02-26T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:07:56.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Masada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SacuMyoqPSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-6-JYsqYYxA/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307261483165039906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SacuMyoqPSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-6-JYsqYYxA/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Masada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This generations Last Stand-Chapter One&lt;br /&gt;For we are at One, One Nation once more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this time, will be our last time&lt;br /&gt;We as a People, a Nation of Souls will fight&lt;br /&gt;No more will we be dispersed among the nations any more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We once The People of a Great Nation&lt;br /&gt;Dispersed among all the nations&lt;br /&gt;For a call has come out from Israel&lt;br /&gt;Our Mother has called all of Her Children to come Home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel, O’ Israel&lt;br /&gt;Calling all your Children once more to come Home&lt;br /&gt;This will be Our Greatest Glory&lt;br /&gt;We will rebuild The Third Temple, never to be destroyed any more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we are an Ancient Peoples&lt;br /&gt;For we have preserved The Written Word and Traditions of our God&lt;br /&gt;For we are a Chosen people&lt;br /&gt;First but not the least of His children of our Father God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Us, this very Generation&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can feel it deep, rising in the blood&lt;br /&gt;For it is this Generation, O’ Israel&lt;br /&gt;For it is We that Speak, Never again, Never again will We back down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5736721115775901080?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5736721115775901080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5736721115775901080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-6198326325881569978</id><published>2009-02-26T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:00:28.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seal has been Broken-Chapter One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sacs4UnFYrI/AAAAAAAAATw/UtNA8-PBxx0/s1600-h/image001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307260031996355250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/Sacs4UnFYrI/AAAAAAAAATw/UtNA8-PBxx0/s400/image001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seal has been Broken-Chapters One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This parchment&lt;br /&gt;Deeply yellowed with great age and weight&lt;br /&gt;Written from ancient times so very long ago&lt;br /&gt;Edges worn and cracked from great ages past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The parchment lay open upon the dried earth&lt;br /&gt;Seal of wax broken in two crimson pieces&lt;br /&gt;Words written in that of an ancient unknown language &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had these words been spoken&lt;br /&gt;Had there been herd a great sigh&lt;br /&gt;When these written words had been uttered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed so long from the ears of mankind&lt;br /&gt;When first read out loud, did the reader cry out&lt;br /&gt;Wow to this human kind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will begin great turmoil now to be known&lt;br /&gt;For what was once, will now cease to be&lt;br /&gt;For even with all of mans great knowledge, he will fail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the seal had been broken&lt;br /&gt;The very words of prophecy now have become very fact&lt;br /&gt;The change at first appeared to be subtle&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the very end it has become very fact &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as humans&lt;br /&gt;We could not see that the change had begun&lt;br /&gt;The very foundations of mankind would now be shaken&lt;br /&gt;Man will have been brought to the very ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had drifted to much away from were we had come from&lt;br /&gt;We walked away from our Father God&lt;br /&gt;This we gave up in the name of&lt;br /&gt;Civilization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How eager we were to leave&lt;br /&gt;Our Father God we had so loved&lt;br /&gt;Walked away from This Written Word&lt;br /&gt;So very many of us new as His love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As foolish children&lt;br /&gt;We thought we knew it all&lt;br /&gt;How deep, how sad, we humans, how hard we had to fall&lt;br /&gt;Fall away from the Truth that was our very Father’s All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-6198326325881569978?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/6198326325881569978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=6198326325881569978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6198326325881569978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worm Wood-Part One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been strange rumblings&lt;br /&gt;This for quite a long while&lt;br /&gt;Those in power new that something was coming&lt;br /&gt;When asked were from, they all pointed, fingers pointing straight up into the ski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there had always been talk&lt;br /&gt;That perhaps some day a near miss&lt;br /&gt;And one for sure they knew off, some say perhaps more&lt;br /&gt;Well they say they new one wiped out all those dinosaurs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is just talk, science fiction at best&lt;br /&gt;Doomsday scenarios with all the best technical effects&lt;br /&gt;Yet was this not read, in the Book of Life?&lt;br /&gt;A star would fall from the heavens, destroying on third of all its inhabitants, one third of all human live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroying one third of all the fresh waters&lt;br /&gt;Destroying one third of all plant and animal life&lt;br /&gt;This planet Earth as we knew it&lt;br /&gt;All this once created would lose its cohesion in just one plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had all been warned&lt;br /&gt;For it had been written in the ancient texts&lt;br /&gt;That Mother Earth would be smitten&lt;br /&gt;By this evil from the black heavens on an unknown night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the name was even given&lt;br /&gt;Words of horror and grief&lt;br /&gt;So much of this so called human kind&lt;br /&gt;In but one day would now be deceased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-6009081270827100640?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3157525698838282373</id><published>2009-01-20T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:57:59.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SXYenApGt5I/AAAAAAAAATY/dukpafkzQDc/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293452067556734866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SXYenApGt5I/AAAAAAAAATY/dukpafkzQDc/s400/image001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SXYenApGt5I/AAAAAAAAATY/dukpafkzQDc/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO: &lt;a title="http://god.com/" href="http://god.com/" target="_blank"&gt;God.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,Every single eveningAs I'm lying here in bed,This tiny little PrayerKeeps running through my head:God bless all my familyWherever they may be,Keep them warmand safe from harmFor they're so close to me।And God, there is one more thingI wish that you could do;Hope you don't mind me asking,Please bless my computer too।Now I know that it's unusualTo Bless a motherboard,But listen just a secondWhile I explain it to you, Lord।You see, that little metal boxHolds more than odds and ends;Inside those small compartmentsRest so many of my friends।I know so much about themBy the kindness that they give,And this little scrap of metalTakes me in to where they live.By faith is how I know themMuch the same as you.We share in what life brings usAnd from that our friendships grew.Please take an extra minuteFrom your duties up above,To bless those in my address bookThat's filled with so much love.Wherever else this prayer may reachTo each and every friend,Bless each e-mail inboxAnd each person who hits 'send'.When you update your Heavenly listOn your own Great CD-ROM,Bless everyone who says this prayerSent up to GOD.comAmen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3157525698838282373?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3157525698838282373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3157525698838282373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3157525698838282373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3157525698838282373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-god.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SXYenApGt5I/AAAAAAAAATY/dukpafkzQDc/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-2084394891230225556</id><published>2009-01-02T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:44:11.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of wisdom to start off this new year-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SV6KnWQYFRI/AAAAAAAAASw/JXSKL3UxOnY/s1600-h/Holy_Bible_100.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286815421173339410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SV6KnWQYFRI/AAAAAAAAASw/JXSKL3UxOnY/s400/Holy_Bible_100.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Lord our God, the Lord is one! You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your might". -Deuteronomy 6:46,5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is lesson #1. Everything else you will learn will bring you all back to this pure and simple truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I am the Lord, that is My name; and My glory I will not give it to another".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Isaiah 42:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"look at Me, and be saved, all you ends of the earth! For I am God, and there is no other".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Isaiah 45:22 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-2084394891230225556?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/2084394891230225556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=2084394891230225556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2084394891230225556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2084394891230225556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/01/words-of-wisdom-to-start-off-this-new.html' title='Words of wisdom to start off this new year-2009'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SV6KnWQYFRI/AAAAAAAAASw/JXSKL3UxOnY/s72-c/Holy_Bible_100.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-6909602104413427846</id><published>2009-01-01T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:10:49.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year of our Lord 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SV0fvnGimEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/F5-GoG0ahhI/s1600-h/litle+prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286416440413558850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SV0fvnGimEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/F5-GoG0ahhI/s400/litle+prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We all need to remember this year,this year of our Lord 2009 is a new beginning, a fresh start. Be as the child in this picture, this picture that is worth so many, many words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now is the time to believe as that of a child and have total faith and trust in our Father God and His Awesome Son The Christ, Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pray to The Father that America will grow strong once again, and remain a Leader as this world needs us to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But you all must need to remember to say your prayers each and every day as well as night before you go to sleep. Thank God each and every day for all that He has given us, and to remember that even when times get rough, pray for Him to give you the courage to go on, to grow strong in your faith and fellow man. To give of yourself to help others and yes to make America even greater than before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;God Bless You my Children in Christ Jesus, love Carl &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-6909602104413427846?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/6909602104413427846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=6909602104413427846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6909602104413427846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6909602104413427846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-our-lord-2009.html' title='The year of our Lord 2009'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SV0fvnGimEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/F5-GoG0ahhI/s72-c/litle+prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5515928808806213057</id><published>2008-12-29T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:20:48.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is all this Buzz about 2012?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SVmFQZi0_6I/AAAAAAAAARg/WsQFu1MsOYE/s1600-h/a_candle2_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285402154477354914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SVmFQZi0_6I/AAAAAAAAARg/WsQFu1MsOYE/s400/a_candle2_clr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There has been all this on going talk concerning the Mayan calender and the end of this particular time for mankind. Not sure if it means the end of all mankind or just a particular faze of mankind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was just watching the History channel on TV and just heard that this particular date (2012) has significance in other cultures all around the earth, and just not The Mayan peoples alone as I first thought. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is so much hype going around this. yet if people had read their Bibles a bit more often they would realize that this date has no possible (end of times) meaning attached to it. As you have read in this oh so Wonderful Book, called the Bible you would realize that when asked this Question in the Sermon on the Mount, that Jesus himself said that The Father only knew the time, when the time of man would end. Not even Jesus, the very Son of God knew this date. Only God knows and He is not talking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look all trough man's history and you will see hundreds of dates foretold of end times and mans destruction's of all that we know as man. Yet these dates have come and gone and the foolish are left red faced or at the worst as in James Town,were lay bodies of the dead. Followers of a Crazy man an his corrupt vision of what he saw as the end coming. He my have been a so called Bible Thump-er, but ask those that died that day if he was right, if his man made predictions were true, or in his case as in all cases before from delusional minds. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in The Word of God, period. I do not get scared when dates are picked out as The Day the World will End. If the very Son of God tells us that only The Father knows the date, well then that is good for me, period.And just for the sack of those with short memories, remember The 2000 computer scare, an the end of the world as we would know it. Funny, how so many of us have forgotten that. God Bless You my children of the father God, love Carl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS, remember we were told that there would be signs given of the end times. To read and understand that as a woman brings forth the birth of her child that as the birth pains grow closer in time that the great event Will so to be followed. When all the signs were mentioned and would happen one after the other and at the very end there would be no time in between, then this would be the very beginning of The Time of Great Sorrows, now to begin. Be prepared my children, read His Word. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5515928808806213057?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5515928808806213057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5515928808806213057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5515928808806213057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5515928808806213057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-all-this-buzz-about-2012.html' title='What is all this Buzz about 2012?'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SVmFQZi0_6I/AAAAAAAAARg/WsQFu1MsOYE/s72-c/a_candle2_clr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4854162002740807155</id><published>2008-12-23T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:36:22.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Lighter side of Christmas-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-807cc2bd241c8396" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D807cc2bd241c8396%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331701098%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA14D09665FF72FC45CBB9218DF140E19F2941A3.4BD2E2FDF54608F76EF9FC571DB8A9C368B42CCA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D807cc2bd241c8396%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc4uXwY9cvmju44Hxg4Zyl3Y0974&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D807cc2bd241c8396%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331701098%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA14D09665FF72FC45CBB9218DF140E19F2941A3.4BD2E2FDF54608F76EF9FC571DB8A9C368B42CCA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D807cc2bd241c8396%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc4uXwY9cvmju44Hxg4Zyl3Y0974&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Now is the time to get your family together and bring out several gallons of eggnog. Time to get the kids to quite down a bit, give the dogs a pet treat and settle into that special chair. Time to turn on the video and let yourself become part of the music you will hear. Have a merry Christmas my dear Friends, and please remember, i love you all and God Bless You, Love Carl-2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4854162002740807155?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=807cc2bd241c8396&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4854162002740807155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=4854162002740807155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4854162002740807155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4854162002740807155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-lighter-side-of-christmas-2008.html' title='On the Lighter side of Christmas-2008'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3180915496385193291</id><published>2008-12-18T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:39:09.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Inquisition now begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Inquisition now begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something had changed&lt;br /&gt;But so many did not seem to notice&lt;br /&gt;for there were those in secret who knew&lt;br /&gt;For they foresaw the great lie that was coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two thousand of years&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to do it all our own way&lt;br /&gt;How foolish, this mankind is&lt;br /&gt;We would even trade our souls for such earthly gains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there were those&lt;br /&gt;Those who in great secret, that made prepare&lt;br /&gt;For they had studied The Great Book&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden by the law, those found subject , put to the death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been made secret stashes&lt;br /&gt;Secret knowledge of The One, now being burned in great fires a cross the land&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for our forefathers, secret interventions&lt;br /&gt;For now the knowledge had been saved for those who found themselves, sadly, now left behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So began The Great day of Sorrows&lt;br /&gt;The great inquisition of the soul began&lt;br /&gt;Countless thousands of martyrs beheaded&lt;br /&gt;For they would not except the Beast and his brand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3180915496385193291?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3180915496385193291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3180915496385193291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3180915496385193291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3180915496385193291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-inquisition-now-begins.html' title='The Great Inquisition now begins!'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-788586171117044654</id><published>2008-12-18T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:29:41.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUrq64cnspI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6KoQPsy-RNs/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281291810351067794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUrq64cnspI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6KoQPsy-RNs/s400/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lowliness of Grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lowliness of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I fear sometimes will never be healed&lt;br /&gt;For it was broken when a loved one died&lt;br /&gt;This wound, I feel will never heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed to Father God Almighty&lt;br /&gt;Every night since she had died&lt;br /&gt;I find I miss her every day&lt;br /&gt;Soul much of my heart, that day, did die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of life without Her&lt;br /&gt;And She never seemed to be growing old&lt;br /&gt;She was always their, my protector&lt;br /&gt;Mothers are not supposed to die, I have been told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For She was my rock and inspiration&lt;br /&gt;She had suffered long , and endured to keep us all-whole&lt;br /&gt;She never even, not once complained of nothing&lt;br /&gt;While, while Her body fell apart, Her heart remained whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear God I miss Her&lt;br /&gt;So much of my heart has grown so very old&lt;br /&gt;But there is a promise once told to me in Sunday School&lt;br /&gt;For in Heaven, for me there is a place, She will hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this will happen&lt;br /&gt;I know I will see her once again some future day&lt;br /&gt;For The Word of God has taught me this&lt;br /&gt;For In God in this I trust, I will be with her some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taught by Mom in those early youthful days&lt;br /&gt;That no matter were we traveled in our lives&lt;br /&gt;At our Mothers House&lt;br /&gt;We always would be welcomed to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when Mother died, my heart broke in two that very day&lt;br /&gt;I loved my Mother so very much, I felt that my soul had melted away&lt;br /&gt;Were once I had a place of refuge, in a world that often went so very wrong&lt;br /&gt;Were once I had a place of safety to stay, now taken a way, never to hug my beloved Mother this day for ever more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seven years latter, I still hurt so much inside&lt;br /&gt;My heart never did heal itself, tears often fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God nightly, I always remember to ask&lt;br /&gt;Father God please watch over my Mother, I look forward to see Her&lt;br /&gt;In a short while it will be past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-788586171117044654?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/788586171117044654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=788586171117044654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/788586171117044654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/788586171117044654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/lowliness-of-grief-lowliness-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUrq64cnspI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6KoQPsy-RNs/s72-c/DSC00832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-7344505314619178750</id><published>2008-12-18T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:09:21.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Storm-Las Vegas Nevada 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-10d62b2ceb9b77f7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10d62b2ceb9b77f7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331701098%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B1C0EDCC3A301B48991C065037DA0F967BDD158.BD0A0C19CDD730C29C84D4E67E5FD4C19809819%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10d62b2ceb9b77f7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DisBfyEA1xm8tteh_jn39L2NZLa0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;We had a freak snow storm yesterday here in Sunny Las Vegas, NV. 8 inches of snow in some parts of the city. Very cold and windy. Estimated 80 fender benders that day. Picture of my back yard covered in snow. Palm trees smashed down from weight of the very wet snow. But we have been in drought mode for 7 years now and when the snow melts it will mean more water. Pretty cool, Carl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please excuse the quality of this video, it is my first attempt and I think it came out a little dark, thanks, Carl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-7344505314619178750?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/7344505314619178750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=7344505314619178750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7344505314619178750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7344505314619178750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-storm-las-vegas-nevada-2008.html' title='Winter Storm-Las Vegas Nevada 2008'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1369346711509211397</id><published>2008-12-17T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:58:00.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You God, Thank You Kadian Manufactures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUlZr5r1n2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/N1RT3VPwNjU/s1600-h/angel_boy_and_girl_thank_you.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280850648822554466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUlZr5r1n2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/N1RT3VPwNjU/s400/angel_boy_and_girl_thank_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You Dear Father God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You to The Makers Of Kadian Pain Medication for giving me my life back to me again. I have been without health insurance since March of 2008. I had to leave my dream job managing the Salvation Army store in Las Vegas, Nevada. I had broken my back several years back and suffer from chronic leg and foot pain, and just recent left arm damage also. The pain medication was Morphine, Kadian was it's name and it worked very well with other medication i was able to afford at that time. When i had to stop working I new i would have to stop taking some of my medications, but i had to stop almost taking all of them. When I finally finished all my pain Md's the pain came back so bad that it left me in bed several days a week and not so very happy any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a fifty five year old man in so much pain that it would bring me to tears so many days. I had prayed to God so many times for help, and He herd me just today, Wednesday the 17Th of December. I was oked by the pain manufacture to receive my medicine free of charge. I cried like a baby when I opened up the box containing the medication. Especially this day, because the pain would not go away for some reason. I was in bed trying to keep the tears at bay. Thank you Father God for your help with this and Father God please bless the Kadian company for there helping me, bless them seven times seven over Father. God Bless them Indeed. Love Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1369346711509211397?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1369346711509211397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1369346711509211397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1369346711509211397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1369346711509211397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-god-thank-you-kadian.html' title='Thank You God, Thank You Kadian Manufactures'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUlZr5r1n2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/N1RT3VPwNjU/s72-c/angel_boy_and_girl_thank_you.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-19116402100484284</id><published>2008-12-14T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:27:24.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUXJ82dYpVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NA1zpcUTGFk/s1600-h/DSC01586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279848185409873234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUXJ82dYpVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NA1zpcUTGFk/s400/DSC01586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUXJejuejfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RAnCzUmjB7U/s1600-h/andy-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847664985214450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUXJejuejfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RAnCzUmjB7U/s400/andy-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing Reverand Andy &amp;amp; Leah Basilio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-19116402100484284?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/19116402100484284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=19116402100484284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/19116402100484284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/19116402100484284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/introducing-reverand-andy-leah-basilio.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUXJ82dYpVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NA1zpcUTGFk/s72-c/DSC01586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-2835858749256222829</id><published>2008-12-10T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:12:30.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUXKyj3qArI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xwGkc19Vt1g/s1600-h/reiley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279849108132725426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUXKyj3qArI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xwGkc19Vt1g/s400/reiley.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;more new pictures, one of my two dogs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riley&lt;/span&gt;, wearing new Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-2835858749256222829?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/2835858749256222829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=2835858749256222829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2835858749256222829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2835858749256222829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-new-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUXKyj3qArI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xwGkc19Vt1g/s72-c/reiley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1151977930381795149</id><published>2008-12-10T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:45:06.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUbd6tSpzGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XL8FNtR473g/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280151613798468706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUbd6tSpzGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XL8FNtR473g/s400/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUbdi_f_dqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/518MWi_mrjY/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280151206369392290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUbdi_f_dqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/518MWi_mrjY/s400/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUbc4Nx1gyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BT40uZGughk/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280150471467959074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUbc4Nx1gyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BT40uZGughk/s400/DSC01522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUbcfS_FCLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ePCbd6mXiAY/s1600-h/-bubbole-2-very+nice-bvery+cool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280150043368949938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SUbcfS_FCLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ePCbd6mXiAY/s400/-bubbole-2-very+nice-bvery+cool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subj:&lt;br /&gt;party pictures, thank all you guys so very much&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1151977930381795149?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1151977930381795149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1151977930381795149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-744025753697362340</id><published>2008-12-05T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:33:27.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few more Holiday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STmdrgO9FWI/AAAAAAAAALY/mDh0bMFFlD4/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276421809153840482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STmdrgO9FWI/AAAAAAAAALY/mDh0bMFFlD4/s400/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STmdqARu2RI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Eb3uQmUa1Y/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276421783395686674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STmdqARu2RI/AAAAAAAAALA/-Eb3uQmUa1Y/s400/DSC01495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STmdp8ECuKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6KSYre4zqXs/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276421782264527010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STmdp8ECuKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6KSYre4zqXs/s400/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here we go again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-744025753697362340?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STmdrgO9FWI/AAAAAAAAALY/mDh0bMFFlD4/s72-c/DSC01502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-5495608500516559615</id><published>2008-12-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:52:33.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Carl's House, That's Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STg06sW8emI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1sa8vXmukOQ/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276025146408991330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STg06sW8emI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1sa8vXmukOQ/s400/DSC01448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STg0grTPjeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QnSU2zO412Q/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276024699448430050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STg0grTPjeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QnSU2zO412Q/s400/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STgz8W0LvFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kH5w26UHN7s/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276024075474156626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STgz8W0LvFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kH5w26UHN7s/s400/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-5495608500516559615?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/5495608500516559615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=5495608500516559615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5495608500516559615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/5495608500516559615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-carls-house-thats-me.html' title='Christmas at Carl&apos;s House, That&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STg06sW8emI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1sa8vXmukOQ/s72-c/DSC01448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-294441306489752173</id><published>2008-12-04T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:38:49.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Greetings</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STgxkY9wLvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wlJDkiP7oz0/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt; 2008&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276021464711048946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/STgxkY9wLvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wlJDkiP7oz0/s400/image001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-294441306489752173?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/294441306489752173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=294441306489752173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/294441306489752173'/><link rel='self' 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Fathers Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Fathers Law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious day it will be&lt;br /&gt;When Gods law will be written on our hearts&lt;br /&gt;I myself look forward to that day&lt;br /&gt;For it has been promised, and I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you even imagine&lt;br /&gt;That time and day&lt;br /&gt;When the very Word of God&lt;br /&gt;Will be written upon are hearts for always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I cry out loud, Father&lt;br /&gt;Father Your Will be done&lt;br /&gt;For now man has been given&lt;br /&gt;Given this gift from our very God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know and understand&lt;br /&gt;All that is our Father God&lt;br /&gt;To be able to reach out&lt;br /&gt;To touch the very Heart of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this was promised&lt;br /&gt;Written in The Book of Life&lt;br /&gt;Foretold to us so very long ago&lt;br /&gt;For this promise had been written, and I believe it to be so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Words of Life&lt;br /&gt;Becoming whole in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;For we will be changed in the twinkling of an eye&lt;br /&gt;For we will be like Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Father God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-175676515143121856?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/175676515143121856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=175676515143121856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/175676515143121856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/175676515143121856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-fathers-law.html' title='Our Fathers Law'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-7081842631250088352</id><published>2008-12-04T11:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:32:38.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is the enemy&lt;br /&gt;Death is the curse&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died for to take away death&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be in constant gratitude&lt;br /&gt;For what Our Savoir has done&lt;br /&gt;For He alone has saved mankind&lt;br /&gt;Dying on The Cross it has been done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now mankind has hope&lt;br /&gt;This hope given so profound&lt;br /&gt;Christ had given His very life for us&lt;br /&gt;We must give thanks with our open hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift is Salvation&lt;br /&gt;From the Father, and The Son&lt;br /&gt;The next and greatest gift to have come&lt;br /&gt;Is the gift of Hope in Christ Jesus, The Son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We show our hope&lt;br /&gt;In those promises yet to come&lt;br /&gt;But in our faith, hope has already been done&lt;br /&gt;For in Hope is Christ Jesus, Salvation has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-7081842631250088352?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/7081842631250088352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=7081842631250088352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7081842631250088352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7081842631250088352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-curse.html' title='Death Curse'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8243698205851882093</id><published>2008-11-10T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:05:37.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For there is a Darkside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SRiUB7uPeEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VsEDZs3A3cg/s1600-h/armor_shield_of_faith_lg_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267122525142218818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SRiUB7uPeEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VsEDZs3A3cg/s400/armor_shield_of_faith_lg_clr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is A Dark Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there are powers&lt;br /&gt;For there are principalities&lt;br /&gt;For they are real, and they do exist&lt;br /&gt;For there is a war being fought, on going and never ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending only when&lt;br /&gt;The Son of God returns&lt;br /&gt;For one thousand years peace will rule&lt;br /&gt;Yet for this short while, all hell will be lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that you will be worthy&lt;br /&gt;Worthy not to partake of the second death&lt;br /&gt;For Gog will war against MaGog&lt;br /&gt;For many knowing the truth will still fall with the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your book of Revelation&lt;br /&gt;Read these words out loud&lt;br /&gt;Know that they speak of the utter truth&lt;br /&gt;For the very end of Mans time will be allowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thousand years as we were told&lt;br /&gt;Man will then flourish in our God’s very fold&lt;br /&gt;Yet this time well come when tempted once more&lt;br /&gt;Will man turn from his God, his love no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we will have been given&lt;br /&gt;The truth put into our hearts&lt;br /&gt;The Word of God forever written upon us&lt;br /&gt;This He has promised, I feel it in my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-8243698205851882093?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/8243698205851882093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=8243698205851882093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-2899205437953854229</id><published>2008-10-17T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:04:59.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SPjv5PK3YsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kF8LdhwYjrg/s1600-h/Animated_teenage_girl_bed_praying_hg_blk.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258216331558740674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SPjv5PK3YsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kF8LdhwYjrg/s400/Animated_teenage_girl_bed_praying_hg_blk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is prayer request for Jeannie and her Husband Bill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear father God I pray this prayer in Jesus name for Jeannie and her husband Bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father please grant these two loving people good health and prosperity in these very hard and sometimes dreadful times we live in these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please especially watch over Bill as to his health has been very poorly these days and he needs to be very careful or he can get very sick. Give him the strenght and the wisdom to take care of himself better for his own sake as for his wife Jeannie and all their pet babies, which they love so very dearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please watch over Jeannie that she continue in good health and can manage to take care of her family and husband Bill. In Jesus name I ask this Father, Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-2899205437953854229?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/2899205437953854229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=2899205437953854229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2899205437953854229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2899205437953854229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayer-request-2.html' title='Prayer Request #2'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SPjv5PK3YsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kF8LdhwYjrg/s72-c/Animated_teenage_girl_bed_praying_hg_blk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-6422793891336420990</id><published>2008-10-17T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:58:43.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SPjuag3EI2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/DdWb7LEwXmk/s1600-h/angela_hovering_with_pixie_harp_lg_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258214704219956066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SPjuag3EI2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/DdWb7LEwXmk/s400/angela_hovering_with_pixie_harp_lg_clr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This prayer request is for Carol F. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Father God please hear this prayer I pray to you in Jesus name for Carol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol's husband is going through bad mental changes do to his increasing altimzers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has physical hurt Carol and damaged one of her eyes severely. He has grown increasingly nasty towards her and her family, and has made life in general very hard for Carol to handle. Father I ask in Jesus name that You lesson the anger that her husband feels towards her and to make it better for them to better work together in this moment of his coming increasing sickness. Please give Carol the faith to continue on in her daily life and to be able to handle the changes that are taking place in her husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please grant Carol the internal peace that comes in knowing You and the Father God. Grant her a better time during these very hard and sometimes physically dangerous times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Jesus's name I pray this, Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-6422793891336420990?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/6422793891336420990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=6422793891336420990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6422793891336420990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6422793891336420990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayer-request-1.html' title='Prayer Request #1'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SPjuag3EI2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/DdWb7LEwXmk/s72-c/angela_hovering_with_pixie_harp_lg_clr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1720991943369145335</id><published>2008-10-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:35:23.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be proud of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SO5q3kHcOgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bwtrHhRt4hc/s1600-h/bestests.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255255318008183298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SO5q3kHcOgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bwtrHhRt4hc/s400/bestests.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Be Proud Of Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Carl Coglianese (Ephraim Calib)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please Lord, be proud of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please nod your head and smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please tell me you have plans for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will strengthen my life time, This starting now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been my protector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shielded me from harmExpected, that in return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would place my full heart in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to please youTo make you proud of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To shine as an exampleOf what my God has given me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want is your happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be so proud of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pride of a father to his sonIs all that I want of theeFather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please be proud of me&lt;br /&gt;This poem has been viewed 2 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianpoetry.org/add_comment.php?aid=19999" target="_blank"&gt;Comment on this poem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no comments on this poem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1720991943369145335?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1720991943369145335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1720991943369145335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1720991943369145335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1720991943369145335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-be-proud-of-me.html' title='Please be proud of me'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SO5q3kHcOgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bwtrHhRt4hc/s72-c/bestests.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3171464304275629389</id><published>2008-10-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:30:52.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in a look?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SO5pyh-BezI/AAAAAAAAAIw/V7aeJtBQYyY/s1600-h/cross14.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255254132020837170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SO5pyh-BezI/AAAAAAAAAIw/V7aeJtBQYyY/s400/cross14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks are everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Jesus look like&lt;br /&gt;I mean for real&lt;br /&gt;Was he tall, blue eyed&lt;br /&gt;Like all the pictures portray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to have been tall&lt;br /&gt;To stick out in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;And brown hair, blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Must have really stuck out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all others had&lt;br /&gt;Black hair and dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people were attracted to him&lt;br /&gt;He was so tall how could any one miss him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popular European image&lt;br /&gt;It was better that he looked like them&lt;br /&gt;Since he was Jewish&lt;br /&gt;Who could identify with him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible says no images&lt;br /&gt;This will not be allowed&lt;br /&gt;It was about the message&lt;br /&gt;That was the purpose, no camera’s allowed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus looked like the common man&lt;br /&gt;Easily lost in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;No one special, just a man&lt;br /&gt;A young Jewish man in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Judas&lt;br /&gt;One of the twelve&lt;br /&gt;He had to betray Jesus&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss to point him out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special&lt;br /&gt;This common man&lt;br /&gt;Is our salvation&lt;br /&gt;The saver of men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There need not be pictures of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;His message was most important to the human race&lt;br /&gt;It is to easy to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;with a picture, worship a face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3171464304275629389?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3171464304275629389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3171464304275629389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3171464304275629389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3171464304275629389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-in-look.html' title='what&apos;s in a look?'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SO5pyh-BezI/AAAAAAAAAIw/V7aeJtBQYyY/s72-c/cross14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1748306173762760539</id><published>2008-10-09T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:26:39.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Walkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SO5o5XZwZkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQeSWJGu_gg/s1600-h/-%3D0.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255253149931824706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SO5o5XZwZkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQeSWJGu_gg/s400/-%3D0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith Walkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this group of mysterious men&lt;br /&gt;Old and forgotten by modern man&lt;br /&gt;They lived in the desert&lt;br /&gt;They were called Essence, for they love God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lived separate from all others&lt;br /&gt;For they practiced the old ways of God&lt;br /&gt;For there faith was strong and the were&lt;br /&gt;The keepers of the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years they lived alone and unbothered&lt;br /&gt;For their lives were in devotion of the ways of God&lt;br /&gt;For they were writers of the word of God&lt;br /&gt;For they were the keepers of the wonders of our Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they were Faith Walkers&lt;br /&gt;There strength was in there faith and devotion&lt;br /&gt;The Word was what they choice to live by&lt;br /&gt;For they walked in the foot steps of there God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came a time when they new something was to change&lt;br /&gt;And they hide the written word in jugs of clay&lt;br /&gt;For they knew in their hearts something had changed&lt;br /&gt;And they knew they must due this to preserve this word of God for Latter Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rock a hole they carved&lt;br /&gt;The word of God was placed in safety&lt;br /&gt;And they knew God had blessed them in doing this&lt;br /&gt;For they were the children of their God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the time of reckoning,&lt;br /&gt;for they feared its coming and this rightly so&lt;br /&gt;They gathered their families in one last great circle&lt;br /&gt;For the time had come for those left to leave and never to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had placed all their faith and very life’s in there God&lt;br /&gt;For there love of Him was pure and righteous&lt;br /&gt;Then the time came for them to leave and for them to scatter&lt;br /&gt;They knew they were never to return, for the job they were given had been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story was told of a young shepherd boy&lt;br /&gt;Finding these holes being hand carved in these rocks&lt;br /&gt;Chambers being found containing pots of clay to many to be counted&lt;br /&gt;And so became a great time of discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest treasure ever found, these Dead Sea Scrolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1748306173762760539?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1748306173762760539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1748306173762760539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1748306173762760539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1748306173762760539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith-walkers.html' title='Faith Walkers'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SO5o5XZwZkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQeSWJGu_gg/s72-c/-%3D0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4051452623056247155</id><published>2008-10-09T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:22:21.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For they all sang from thier Souls</title><content type='html'>Amazing Grace,&lt;br /&gt;For they Sang from their Souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church was crowed that day&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a bit more than usual, so I thought&lt;br /&gt;And there was something in the air this very day&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of something that I never felt before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song selected, Amazing Grace.&lt;br /&gt;A song I knew well and really identified with well&lt;br /&gt;The song was sung rather slowly at first&lt;br /&gt;And the further along it went it did not get much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the songs end, the Deacon cried out&lt;br /&gt;Is this the best you folks can do&lt;br /&gt;Sing from your souls he said. Think about each and every word&lt;br /&gt;Sing from your soul like never before, just sing from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all looked at one another, and the elders began to smile&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps remembering younger days so long ago&lt;br /&gt;They each took the other by the hand and gave a little squeeze&lt;br /&gt;They raised their arm up all at once, now they began to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Grace, how sweat the sound, that saved a wretch like me&lt;br /&gt;The music was different, and amazingly so&lt;br /&gt;Each person singing from their heart and the debts of their souls&lt;br /&gt;And I remember grapping my neighbors hand a bit tighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to myself, were is this glorious sound coming from&lt;br /&gt;And as we raised up our hands and looked towards the skies&lt;br /&gt;The bag piper played as we each gave us our all that day&lt;br /&gt;And we all felt blessed by the presence of The Holy Spirit that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our eyes the room grew much brighter&lt;br /&gt;And we witnessed a blue swirling wind move about us&lt;br /&gt;And before our eyes a blue flame appeared&lt;br /&gt;Over our heads it danced with delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew it was The Spirit&lt;br /&gt;The very Holy Spirit of our God&lt;br /&gt;And it stayed till our song was finished&lt;br /&gt;And slowly disappeared after we had sang our song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see we gave our everything&lt;br /&gt;In this song so very old, but so wonderfully true&lt;br /&gt;There were many rebirths that day, a few new conversion too&lt;br /&gt;Praise God in all His Glory, believe in Him every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself completely. Each and every way.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Father loves us, His promises are always true&lt;br /&gt;Just give of yourself completely&lt;br /&gt;To yourself and to Him always be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4051452623056247155?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4051452623056247155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=4051452623056247155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4051452623056247155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4051452623056247155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-they-all-sang-from-thier-souls.html' title='For they all sang from thier Souls'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-6180252480074383638</id><published>2008-10-09T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:20:36.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can see it in thier Faces</title><content type='html'>You can see it in their faces&lt;br /&gt;Were once was hope, now is gone&lt;br /&gt;All hope of finding happiness&lt;br /&gt;Left so very long ago, all hope is now gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes were bloodshot and angry&lt;br /&gt;They were old, worn out&lt;br /&gt;Had nothing to show for the dreams that they had&lt;br /&gt;There golden years, rusted out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had happened to the dream&lt;br /&gt;Growing old, hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;A small place to retire&lt;br /&gt;Even some money in the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear God, I called&lt;br /&gt;What could have happened I had asked&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to all happen over night&lt;br /&gt;The dreams, all hopes, just ended like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no fight left in us&lt;br /&gt;All hope in us, some how dead&lt;br /&gt;Every thing that we had hoped for&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and dreams in side us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shriveled up and are dead&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are important&lt;br /&gt;Yes we demand our due&lt;br /&gt;Yes we have it coming&lt;br /&gt;20% discount, senior citizen coming through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have nothing left to live for&lt;br /&gt;Families move away, lose touch, and some die&lt;br /&gt;Often we are left in our sick beds&lt;br /&gt;Hooked up to machines passing time by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-6180252480074383638?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/6180252480074383638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=6180252480074383638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6180252480074383638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6180252480074383638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-can-see-it-in-thier-faces.html' title='You can see it in thier Faces'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3176040165423737232</id><published>2008-09-17T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:38:38.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for You Kindness, God Bless You indeed.</title><content type='html'>I want to write this to thank this very special young woman who helped me in my hour of need. I am sorry I did not get your name but i did give you my card. So if You are reading this, God bless You so much for your concern and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just getting out from the Dr. office and my car would just not start, the battery was just about dead, or near death as they would say these days. I was not feeling very good and when this happened, it was like God please, don't let this happen. I had been hurting pretty bad and was out of medication and needed a refill. So i was on my way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to get them filled when this car died. This wonderful person was waiting in the parking lot for her friend when she saw me having problems, and looking as bad as i must have, she called from out her car and offered to help me jump the battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I was talking to God and telling Him that I was just so tired of having all these drawbacks with my health and then this. I told Him please God, not this, not in this heat and feeling so bad. Then I heard Her voice cry out, can I help. Know I knew at that point God had answered my prayer. He has always done things like this for me all my life, At this point I asked for His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dought&lt;/span&gt;, and asked Him to please help me to depend on Him 100% all the time. Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again Dear Lady, Bless You from all of my heart and soul. You are a God send and you will be blessed in return. Your friend in Christ, Carl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3176040165423737232?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3176040165423737232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3176040165423737232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3176040165423737232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3176040165423737232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-for-you-kindness-god-bless.html' title='Thank You for You Kindness, God Bless You indeed.'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-4334397209077148078</id><published>2008-09-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:03:38.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I knew God when I was but a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SMstUvX-23I/AAAAAAAAAHw/_D9eRB8WozM/s1600-h/3-babies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245336025340762994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SMstUvX-23I/AAAAAAAAAHw/_D9eRB8WozM/s400/3-babies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew God when I was a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I grew up in a horrible place. A place where no child should have ever been placed in to grow up in. This place that I speak of was my fathers house and since I had nothing to compare this place with, to this four-year-old little boy, I thought this to be quite normal. (Fear) See the little boy in the above picture, the one sitting in the middle of us three, my name is Carl and this is were my story begins.&lt;br /&gt;I had learned from a very early age that in order to survive and not be physically damaged, that I was to keep my mouth shut and make no attempt to rebuff the master of the house, his house, My father house.&lt;br /&gt;Now I was born in 1953 in Chicago Illinois. We were considered poor back at this time. But I was too young to know of such things. I can remember there were two very special times of the day. First when my father left to go to work, and when he returned. Nothing else seemed to matter. Somehow even at four years old I would learn the difference between freedom while father was out of the house and the absolute horror of his return after his day at work.&lt;br /&gt;A very special bond was formed that year. A bond that would serve to save me both physically and mentally for the rest of my live. My mother had taught me that in order to avoid physical beatings and the constant mental degradations that bombarded me from the time father came home to the time he went to bed from destroying this four-year-old physically as well as mentally, at four years old I did not understand spiritually. I would soon learn.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned the age of five, I went to a catholic school right on the same block were we lived. It was here that I learned about Jesus Christ. I was at this school until I was to start the fourth grade. I would have been nine years old at this time. When I think back about those years in Catholic grammar school, I find that I was under constant physical attach from my father. (The man that was supposed to love me) so I remembered thinking at the time. Being in that type of condition, I found that I needed to grow up very fast. You know, I never learned how to smile. It was something that I had to learn to force myself to do. Funny how you remember things like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until nine years old I was under all kinds of physical and mental attaches from this person. At this time I had not turned to Christ. All my attention was in finding ways to stay out of his way and to last just one more day. My mother was put into a horrible spot. He kept her in control by beating me into submission. He would not touch her. He controlled her from rebelling with the threat of killing me, Later I was to have found this out. Catholic school was such a blur, while I had learned about God the Father and Christ Jesus I was unable to make the connection. So many parts of me inside had already died. In some ways by nine years old I was already an old man beaten down through his nine years of existence on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;By this time I had already had two other siblings, my sister and brother. I was told that it was my job to take care of them since he made my mother go to work. He told me that what ever they did wrong, it would be my fault, and I would bear the punishment for it. Even if something was to happen and I was at school I was still to be held responsible. At nine years of age I started to develop horrendous headaches. The stress that I was felling was starting to take its tool and there was nothing that I could do, nothing. My nine-year-old mind was self-destructing. It was at this time the beating had gotten worst. He would punch me in my arms. Now bear in mind my father waited 300 pounds and it was not fat but muscle. And he would pummit my arms so bad that they would black en blue within hours. He would hit me above the shirt lines so no one could see them. He would give me punching beatings so bad that at times I would have memory lapses. And if I fought back, even for a moment his raft would turn him into a mad man, and I would learn to just let him beat me till he grew bored. Better this than to really get him pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother had asked her mother, grandma, if she could come live with her to protect her children. Grandmother told mom no, you made your bed, you sleep in it. However grandmother told her that she could stay if she left my father his children. Naturally mother was shocked by her mothers reaction. Needless to say, mother would not leave her children with the man that could possibly murder one of her children. That child would have been me.&lt;br /&gt;One day after school I had come home to find the apartment that we lived in all locked up and with no lights on. It was quite cold outside but I had no place to go. I Looked into one of the windows and everything was gone. The place was empty and dark. I remember that I thought that my father had taken off and left me to fend for myself. At first I remember thinking that this was something that could be very wonderful, but soon I was missing my Mother whom I loved so very much. I just wanted the warmth of my mom that moment. I began to cry, as any lost child would do. I had gotten out of school at 3 that afternoon and by know it was getting dark and much colder. I remembering looking at my watch and the time was already after five pm. I never felt so alone, so abandoned. How could anyone due this to a child? Finally around six that night a car pulled up and a familiar voice began screaming at me from the car. Get in here you little so and so. Were in the hell were you. Later I had found that he had simply forgot about me. In hindsight I wish he did, except I would have missed my mother so terribly bad.&lt;br /&gt;After we had moved into a newer area of Chicago we kids were sent to public schools. I was going into the fourth grade; I was nine years old or so. I had foolishly hoped that being in a new home and new school that my father would change. He had only grown worse. Something very bad had happened to me that year. Things would change so terribly for me that I was very close to running away. And in the state of mind that I was in, it would have been life threatening to me if he had caught me trying to leave my so called home. That year in school I was getting very bad and chronic headaches at school. The beatings had got so very bad at home and I just could no longer take it anymore. Something had happened, I did not know what. I remember my father telling me that he would kill me if I told anyone . I remember being surrounded by black when he told me this, he also told me that he would make us kids all hate him one day. I failed forth grade that year and was terrified to go home and tell him. He had scared me so much that I feared that he would carry out his treat to kill me. I also had developed physical problems with my Stomach all that year. But I did not know why, and I was never brought to the doctor to see why. At this time I was starting to pray to God that my father would die on the way home from work. How could I do such a thing, I mean actually pray to God that this man die one the way home from work. When I would see his car pull into the driveway I would actually get physical ill from his coming home. My Dear God, please for give evens an abused child from hoping this. What had I done for him to hate me as much as he did, I could not understand what had I done to fail him so, failed him so into hating me, beating me. I wanted to die. And a part of me did that year.&lt;br /&gt;Now keep in mind while all this was happening to Mom and me, we had grown so very close and deepened on each other for our very own survival.&lt;br /&gt;Back in those days, the late 50’s and the early 60’s. People kept their mouths shut. They did not want to get involved. I so wish that they did! Also during this time we were not church going people. My father forced us kids to go to church every Sunday. But since we were forced I never developed a relationship with Jesus Christ. I even went through confirmation classes and was confirmed, but I still did not get what it was all about. I knew about Jesus freaks but just serving my household took whatever strength as a person I had left. If only then had I turned over my life to God and Jesus, how much more would I have been able to experience and learn how to live life in His Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy inside of me was so desperate to be loved by his father. But somehow I had failed him when I was so very young. I did not know what to do, so I died an a little bit inside. I became alone and held all this fear and sadness deep inside. My father had won; I would never have love for him again. That part of me died sometime around the age of 1-12. Even the sadness in my heart grew into nothingness. The word father had no more meaning to me any more.&lt;br /&gt;I had never been into drugs, or performed strange rituals. I just closed in on myself and struggled to make it thorough high school. I managed a c average. But I had no interest except into making it until I turned 18 years of age and would finally find freedom.&lt;br /&gt;How could anyone do such a thing to a child? and how could he get away with this tyranny for such a long time. At no time was I ever mad at my mother for not doing anything to stop him for going crazy and almost killing me several times. I did not understand that she was trapped also. But I knew that she was the only reason that I was alive. I loved her so very much. I think if I had known to what an extent that he had been hurting her I would have somehow found the courage to have taken him on. I would have been killed but at least even for a moment in time, I had fought back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t until I was into my early twenties that my whole world would change. after almost twenty five years of marriage, (living in fear of impending death) would my wonderful mother finally tell my father she had had it and would take it no longer. She asked for a divorce, no more demanded a divorce. It had finally been done. They sold the house. went fifty fifty and mom got my little brother. but she still won. twenty five years of pure hell on this earth was now to end. not with a bang but a glories sigh of relieve. The king is dead the household cried. the king is dead.&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you all of this past history because I want to let you know were I had come from. All was not a total loss, because in my teens I had good friends, and was very close to my brother and sister. I loved my mother so much, and thanked dear God for her being there for me. She did after all save my life. God had blessed me so much with her having been my mother. She was responsible for creating a wonderful son who had the ability to help others, feel there pain, and to understand others less fortunate. and not to hate but to love regardless of circumstances, and to always know that as long as she was there there would always be a place of safety for me, always. Thank you God, for I loved her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduce your children to God and Jesus Christ as early as you can. Teach them that there is always hope through Christ Jesus. God Bless You all, Love Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-4334397209077148078?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/4334397209077148078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=4334397209077148078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4334397209077148078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/4334397209077148078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wish-i-knew-god-when-i-was-but-child.html' title='I Wish I knew God when I was but a child'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SMstUvX-23I/AAAAAAAAAHw/_D9eRB8WozM/s72-c/3-babies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3148324981353758255</id><published>2008-09-12T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:59:17.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Generation Lost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SMsebQEjCpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w9lpzGUt2Sk/s1600-h/dove_lightening.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245319644522416786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SMsebQEjCpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w9lpzGUt2Sk/s400/dove_lightening.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Generation Lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you live with chronic pain for many years, as in my case, I have developed A very strong and personal relationship with Father God and Christ Jesus. I talk with Father on a daily bases. For He has always been there for me, even those times when I thought I could do it on my own, Jesus was always there for me. Thank You Father .&lt;br /&gt;When I pray to God I ask Him to please help the Holy Spirit in me grow stronger. I ask Him to give me the strength that I know I will need in the coming years. Not only strength to survive the pain, But to be there to defend Christianity. For I feel deep inside that, that day will come.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it in my very soul that things will begin to change in these coming years. That we as Christians need to be ready and organized to fight, The Good Fight. For It is coming on the winds of change.&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned in past writings that we need to have secret library’s established. For the day will soon come when reading the Bible will be frond upon, and Christianity itself will be considered a cancer in society that needs to be cut out. History REAPTS ITSELF, EXCEPT THIS TIME THE ENEMY IS NOT MERE MAN, BUT THE DEVIL HIMSELF WILL LEAD THIS BATLE CRY, DEATH TO THE CHURCH OF GOD, DEATH to The Church of God will be his battle cry.&lt;br /&gt;A whole generation has come into existence, that for some strange reason&lt;br /&gt;Has not been taught about God. The secular world has grown so thick in it’s self gratification that something so wonderful has been lost. These children will not know The Christ, at least not the true Christ that we were once taught about so many years ago. They do not know of His sacrifice. And they denounce any personal relationship with Christ is a fools folly. My Dear God, what has gone so terribly wrong. What genetic curse has been released in this generation of our youth. For they feel nothing, and there hearts have become empty. Be forewarned, for our very children will turn us over to the authorities, for in there deluded minds they do it for the good of there new god. Antichrist will make it’s name known to them. Please be forewarned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3148324981353758255?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3148324981353758255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3148324981353758255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3148324981353758255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3148324981353758255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-generation-lost.html' title='This Generation Lost?'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SMsebQEjCpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w9lpzGUt2Sk/s72-c/dove_lightening.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-2601484615057279786</id><published>2008-09-08T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:44:53.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time to Declare yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is now the time to declare yourself. is your home a place of God. You have to make a decision as I recently did, and that is to say out loud in the middle of your home, that this is a place of God. You have invited God to live in your home know. Please do not make this decision without understanding what it will mean from now on, yes to live in your home. I declare that this home belongs to my God, My Father, To Christ Jesus  THE SAVOR OF MY SOUL, yes the captain of my ship. my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By doing this you welcome Christ into your every day life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make an all time commitment to welcome to all those that entire your home that God will be with you, and they will always be welcomed and be safe in your home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you make this commitment ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-2601484615057279786?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/2601484615057279786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=2601484615057279786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2601484615057279786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/2601484615057279786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-time-to-declare-yourself.html' title='It is time to Declare yourself'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-6964219033044050355</id><published>2008-07-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:04:26.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;my name is Carl Coglianese, I belief in Christ Jesus and our Father God. The Father God has been in my life since before I was born. Jesus Christ was also there, but I was yet unaware of who He was, that is until I learned who this very Son of God was. Latter I fully excepted Him as my Savor, as my personal Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew to Love and depend on Him, believed in Him, gave my whole soul to Him. Then I became most truly reborn. I want to serve Jesus, and Father God. To spread The Word , to witness of this most Glorious Love through this site, In God We Trust. I will spread The Word and to tell of there Love. To tell you how He has saved me. In Christ Jesus, you will always have Him to depend on, yes, always. God Bless and keep you all save from harm, Love, Carl&lt;br /&gt;PS. Please comment to me on this site, let’s all share the good news, your poems, your articles, and your thoughts will be shared here, let’s all do this together, we are the children of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-6964219033044050355?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/6964219033044050355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=6964219033044050355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6964219033044050355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/6964219033044050355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-my-name-is-carl-coglianese-i.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-7402641762517403506</id><published>2008-07-17T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:02:16.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Sorows-Chapter-ONE</title><content type='html'>Book of Sorrows-Chapter One&lt;br /&gt;(Revelations comes alive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said the time was near&lt;br /&gt;Others were doubtful and really did not seem to care&lt;br /&gt;It had all been said and done before&lt;br /&gt;Every century, it was said was the one, to be the Final, but it never did happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some others even said it did happen, some two thousand years ago&lt;br /&gt;But since we did not keep good records back then,&lt;br /&gt;it was somehow over looked and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;And these were men of learned ways, so they tell us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a time of great sorrows&lt;br /&gt;A time never to have been endured by man&lt;br /&gt;That even Hitler would seem as a child compared to this beast&lt;br /&gt;Possessed by the very spirit of the devil himself, yet still man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the birth pains of a Woman&lt;br /&gt;Time and after time, plus that&lt;br /&gt;As all these natural disasters will continue to grow&lt;br /&gt;All falling on back to back, then they will fade to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book will be opened, in the last generations, was it not foretold&lt;br /&gt;That a beast will arise out of a political ocean&lt;br /&gt;For it’s followers will carry his number&lt;br /&gt;Stamped on there foreheads and hands, they will boast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A third of all mankind destroyed from the start&lt;br /&gt;For the years have been numbered,&lt;br /&gt;Seven in their total, three point five peace to start&lt;br /&gt;He will then call himself a god. Blasphemies from his evil heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, to this lost civilization&lt;br /&gt;Wow to those children conceived but never allowed to be born&lt;br /&gt;Wow, for several of these lost children would have cured cancer and so much more&lt;br /&gt;Sent from God above, yet killed by men from below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man has always had the power to turn away&lt;br /&gt;Turn their heads towards God, yet so stubborn,&lt;br /&gt;Slaves given over to sin natures, Jesus could only take away&lt;br /&gt;God forgives us, because we have gone so astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to all realize&lt;br /&gt;That our time on this earth is indeed so very short&lt;br /&gt;Be aware my children, for we know now that Wormwood will for sure fall, taking with it one third of it all.&lt;br /&gt;These words of wisdom, written so very long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of this Revelation, now opened, was it not for told.&lt;br /&gt;You have been told to watch , then listen&lt;br /&gt;And all these things this generation will be hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On bended knee, please pray to God.&lt;br /&gt;For with out The Blood of Christ Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Not only will our life’s , our very souls will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;Awake from this sleep, yes, the beast has come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-7402641762517403506?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/7402641762517403506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=7402641762517403506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7402641762517403506'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;All that we had once, is now forever gone&lt;br /&gt;For we are now on the run, to save our very life’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question must be asked, will we find a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;And will we be able to then, even survive the coming storm.&lt;br /&gt;We find that we must travel by night&lt;br /&gt;It has become the only safe way we can now travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be too easily seen in the light of day&lt;br /&gt;For we do not bear the mark of the beast&lt;br /&gt;There for we must hide ourselves in fear of him&lt;br /&gt;He ,who would destroy us for what we carry in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we carry the truth of the resurrection of Christ&lt;br /&gt;And we are branded with our God’s name in our foreheads&lt;br /&gt;We will now be tested in the fires&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts and souls must be made right before The Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our number is that of 144,000, so we were selected&lt;br /&gt;We are part of the last and great redemption of mankind&lt;br /&gt;So it had been written in the book of Life so very long ago&lt;br /&gt;We were chosen for the last and greatest revival of these end times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we carry the very power of God in our souls&lt;br /&gt;For with this name written upon our heads, we have know learned&lt;br /&gt;The beast can no longer hurt us chosen of God&lt;br /&gt;For we are here, our very existence proof our God exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been chosen to witness to those that were left behind&lt;br /&gt;This, the last great revival has begun&lt;br /&gt;For we preach the word as it was never preached in times before&lt;br /&gt;For we carry the very brand upon or foreheads, and this beast has no hold over us anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last and greatest fight over mankind’s very collective soul will now be fought&lt;br /&gt;And this beast, devil of old,&lt;br /&gt;will consume all those that will not concede to bear his mark&lt;br /&gt;and thus join his retched ranks of the impure and sick in deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as men of God will never give in, never&lt;br /&gt;The price of our human souls is to great&lt;br /&gt;The love of our Father much to strong&lt;br /&gt;We must engage in this fight to save those souls, left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now this fight begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-840475210843090970?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/840475210843090970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=840475210843090970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/767441521222245193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/767441521222245193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SGrqoTalxHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/87eoxt05SnE/s72-c/Acts412.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-75915683819609899</id><published>2008-07-01T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:32:09.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General Update</title><content type='html'>Hi dear friends and wonderful readers, just a few lines to say hello, and to let you know what has been happening. First let me tell you that living in La's Vegas can be a real reality check sometimes. First there is another whole entire world of real people that actually live and work here, full time, never the less, for real. There are two distinct realities that come into being as citizens of this captivating city. The world of day and the all to familiar world of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last three weeks the temperature has been 104 and higher each and every day. What flowers I had planted that survived the sun were latter eaten by a family of desert bunnies by the coolness and darkness of the desert night. I have a redwood deck in my back yard that looks just great, yet during these last weeks has been to very hot to set a foot apon. But at least it looks well looked after, mainly since it is never used in the summer months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health has been somewhat better, and I am greatful to Jesus for hearing my prayers. And the simple things that I once were able to do no more of , have come back to me through these hard times. I have been working on my book. It will contain over one hundred poems and written thoughts of mine, and some insights I have gained through this upward and moble Christian life.  Things that i want to share that may make the journy home a little lighter on that less traveled road. But you know, that road is being traveled more today than ever before. and we as Christians must all help our brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus travel a little bit sturder hand in hand together down that ole so wonderouse road back to The Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Jesus, Amen, Carl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-75915683819609899?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/75915683819609899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=75915683819609899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/75915683819609899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/75915683819609899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/07/general-update.html' title='General Update'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-7339735111762234003</id><published>2008-07-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:14:36.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There has been a lot of strange and questionable weather changes since the beginning of this year 2008. And you have to wonder out loud, what is really going on. Now that scientist finally agree that we are in the midst of a global weather change, we must ask them what do we do next. I mean besides sitting on our heads and just talking about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that we, as Christians must be always watchful at the world at large normally, but especially these end times. Perhaps the very beginnings of the end times at best. We must be ever so vigilant to keep our families and friends close to us. We must always remember to let those that we love, hear it so ever often spoken in person from us, how much they mean to us through our life times. Tomorrow may be to late for some of us due to these most unsettling of times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ever so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;watchful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ole&lt;/span&gt; children of God. Remember to keep those you love in your daily prayers. Pray often, several times each day. pray that you will be worthy to be called upon by our Lord and our God. For He wishes that known of His children shall not perish, no not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SGrfMGfkFXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/So9lV-TCQEk/s1600-h/angle.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218228517256566130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SGrfMGfkFXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/So9lV-TCQEk/s400/angle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-7339735111762234003?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/7339735111762234003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=7339735111762234003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7339735111762234003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7339735111762234003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-has-been-lot-of-strange-and.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SGrfMGfkFXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/So9lV-TCQEk/s72-c/angle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-228550936090597612</id><published>2008-06-02T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:07:15.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Feedback and comments are needed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SETB0f-c-8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/M4wvcuCe4KE/s1600-h/1way01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207500176827939778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SETB0f-c-8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/M4wvcuCe4KE/s400/1way01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all God Bless You all and Thank You all for your past and current comments on my Blog. What I need to do is ask you for an important request, I really need your comments, I am planning on making copies of all my 120 poems and commentaries and I am going to submit them to a Christian publisher. I really want to take the next step and try to reach more fellow Christians and non-Christians with The Witnessing of God. I am not to sure what My health will be like several years down the road. Perhaps I will be OK, but I just can not take the chance and wait any longer. I want to spread the word of God, and the wonderful Gift of His Son Christ Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to remind people out there that while there is still some time left to us, that we need to proclaim the Word and to Witness as much as we can. I am not saying that my time is short, I just feel the need to branch out right now and get the word out. I am even working on a mini video to place on this site to make a personal witness to please reach out and call upon the name of Jesus now. It is OK to come dressed as you are, just make the effort and call upon His name. Jesus, I need you so much in my life. No matter what the sin, and remember if you come to God with your heart and soul in your hands He will not ever turn you away. He loves us so very much, He even loves me ,and in my younger years, I was not what you would call the least of the sinners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a retch like me. Oh Dear God I was a retch. But I proclaim to all that will hear, The Father has sent me The Holy Spirit, and Praise Dear God for that. The greatest gift, well one of the greatest gifts of the Holy Spirit is Hope. And with Hope the possibilities for me are indeed endless.  So please read the words I have written and please leave my your comments in the area at the end of my written words. Thank You Jesus, Love Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-228550936090597612?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/228550936090597612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=228550936090597612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/228550936090597612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/228550936090597612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-feedback-and-comments-are-needed.html' title='Your Feedback and comments are needed!'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SETB0f-c-8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/M4wvcuCe4KE/s72-c/1way01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1895008582930888472</id><published>2008-06-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:10:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Image in the Glass?</title><content type='html'>I was taking some pictures of my room and did not notice this till after I developed the picture. Tell me, what do you see? Thank You, Carl&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SENILu1ZtkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/je9tgc5InEw/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207084960558200386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SENILu1ZtkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/je9tgc5InEw/s400/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1895008582930888472?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1895008582930888472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1895008582930888472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1895008582930888472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1895008582930888472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/06/image-in-glass.html' title='The Image in the Glass?'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SENILu1ZtkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/je9tgc5InEw/s72-c/DSC01180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-8803959263979825934</id><published>2008-05-31T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:34:44.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SEGaBe1ZtjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MKIUja53x6Y/s1600-h/angel_boy_and_girl_thank_you.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206611994464597554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SEGaBe1ZtjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MKIUja53x6Y/s320/angel_boy_and_girl_thank_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I guess you can say that I have truly been blessed. My wealth comes from the people I have meet in this life. Especially as of late I have found I have many wonderful friends and family. I always knew that I did, and thank God for being aware of this, But in trying times your friends try harder and they have all been such a God Send. I just wanted to say thank you to Julie once again, as well as Reverand Andies Love gift from His church to help me afford to get pain medication. Thank You Julie, Thank You Andy, you guy's are the best. Love You, Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-8803959263979825934?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/8803959263979825934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=8803959263979825934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8803959263979825934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/8803959263979825934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am Blessed'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SEGaBe1ZtjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MKIUja53x6Y/s72-c/angel_boy_and_girl_thank_you.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1730846964095457253</id><published>2008-05-20T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:49:39.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDM28Ie3aBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YQ7XPAxIXTc/s1600-h/carl+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202562401240049682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDM28Ie3aBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YQ7XPAxIXTc/s320/carl+smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a hard time for me, and I have gone through many emotions. The pain that I feel in both my legs and feet and left arm are often unbearable. I call out to The Lord and ask Him to release me from this chronic pain. At it's worst I cry aloud, Father, Jesus please take away this pain. And He does. Something always happens to help me control the pain. My Dear God at times it is so bad I want to jump out of the window, but since I am on the ground level, at worst I would most likely break my legs and be in more pain. God, Dear God, Thank You for you Love and guidance. Thank you for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt; to endure that The Holy Spirit gives me. He is my best friend, And He is from You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unable to work now and I loved my job at The salvation Army Thrift store In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. But I had to leave because I could no longer do anything in this pain. I loved my job and was so happy to be there and doing something to help people in a Christian environment. I am now waiting to hear from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Medicaid. This process can take up to six months. So now I wait. I cannot due a lot at home, but I get a lot of enjoyment out of working around the house and working in my flower garden when the pain permits(this depends on how well my pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are working that day.) I used to go to a pain control clinic but know not having any insurance I can no longer afford to go there. I was taking morphine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oxcycodean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was so hard to not be taking them any more and Thank God I did not go through a bad withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally able to get a generic pain medication from my family doctor. So Thank You Father the pain is finally under control. Without your help and Love Jesus I would not be able to make it. I am a Christian in the making and I realized that all this is a test to make me strong for the days to come. See I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;be leave&lt;/span&gt; that we are the generation that will usher in the Return of Christ Jesus to this earth. To many things in the book of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Revelations&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to be true, and the book itself is opening up to understanding as was predicted two thousand years ago. I am being prepared, for what task I do not know, but I will be ready with my lamp and oil for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bridegroom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; soon. God Bless you, love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Carl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1730846964095457253?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1730846964095457253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1730846964095457253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1730846964095457253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1730846964095457253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/05/personal-talk.html' title='Personal Talk'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDM28Ie3aBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YQ7XPAxIXTc/s72-c/carl+smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-97503930445860405</id><published>2008-05-20T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:08:07.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDMvhIe3Z_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/O7Or5ndtWC4/s1600-h/ark_of_covenant_ag.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202554240802187250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="206" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDMvhIe3Z_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/O7Or5ndtWC4/s320/ark_of_covenant_ag.gif" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great sadness that I feel&lt;br /&gt;This feeling goes so deep into my very being&lt;br /&gt;And I ask myself, how have we gotten so very lost&lt;br /&gt;And you know the answer is very simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of mankind has turned away from God&lt;br /&gt;You see it in there faces, void of all hope&lt;br /&gt;So many in the deepest of depressions&lt;br /&gt;So very many have given up all and any hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the Coming of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;And what a great day indeed will that be&lt;br /&gt;We, mankind need Jesus so very much&lt;br /&gt;Yet so much of us are blind to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have realized this&lt;br /&gt;And not on my own, but only through Christ Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Have I realized this&lt;br /&gt;I have such a deep hunger in my soul for Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, we need you&lt;br /&gt;All mankind cries out for this very Savoir&lt;br /&gt;Our very hope can only be realized in Him&lt;br /&gt;Who the Father in His Wisdom has sent us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time must be now&lt;br /&gt;We must turn over our everything to Him that is near&lt;br /&gt;We must give up our hearts, and very souls over&lt;br /&gt;For in Christ Jesus lies the Hope of all mankind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-97503930445860405?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/97503930445860405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=97503930445860405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/97503930445860405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/97503930445860405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/05/sadness.html' title='The Sadness'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDMvhIe3Z_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/O7Or5ndtWC4/s72-c/ark_of_covenant_ag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-7883603695871613014</id><published>2008-05-19T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:17:00.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDHgMYe3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/s01EmBE_sz8/s1600-h/00ac.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202185547924596706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDHgMYe3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/s01EmBE_sz8/s400/00ac.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDHf44e3Z9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ITpfTo9zTqA/s1600-h/angela_hovering_with_pixie_harp_lg_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-7883603695871613014?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/7883603695871613014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=7883603695871613014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7883603695871613014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/7883603695871613014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc5hfirBNQI/SDHgMYe3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/s01EmBE_sz8/s72-c/00ac.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-1999539276419061926</id><published>2008-05-19T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:12:33.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, To this Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generation lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow to the parents&lt;br /&gt;Of this generation&lt;br /&gt;Wow to the children&lt;br /&gt;that will now be lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In giving what the parents&lt;br /&gt;Were never able to have had themselves&lt;br /&gt;This generation is given everything&lt;br /&gt;Yet they will have nothing to brag about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it every day&lt;br /&gt;Children given full reign&lt;br /&gt;Wanting everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;given everything to keep them from driving their parents insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow to this coming generation&lt;br /&gt;This I feel will be the last&lt;br /&gt;There is no remorse, no shame&lt;br /&gt;Throwing tantrums to get what they want, now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were are the parents&lt;br /&gt;Why have they lost control&lt;br /&gt;Why do they blame society&lt;br /&gt;When the blame is all there own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me To see this&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was for told so long ago&lt;br /&gt;That this generation would sell out anyone&lt;br /&gt;That goes against them, there own parents, they will blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there parents are blinded by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;the effect that all this will have&lt;br /&gt;Wow to this generation of children&lt;br /&gt;Wow to the loss of what they never had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God how this scares me&lt;br /&gt;Tears they well in my head&lt;br /&gt;I fear for their tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;What sadness they will have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing that will save them&lt;br /&gt;No hopes will they have&lt;br /&gt;To look into their eye’s and see nothing&lt;br /&gt;Have there souls some how become dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the very act of giving&lt;br /&gt;With the practice of no restraint&lt;br /&gt;Have today’s parents created future monsters&lt;br /&gt;That will only take, take, take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them that God loves them&lt;br /&gt;teach them right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;Teach them to honor their parents&lt;br /&gt;Respect all others, get along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay with there parents&lt;br /&gt;To be an example to all&lt;br /&gt;To respect all others&lt;br /&gt;To be a family in Christ, This is all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it every day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it scares me to see what this last generation will become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parents scared of their own children, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving them everything just to shut them up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My God why have things gotten so bad in these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder have they even been taught your name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Children threaten their very parents with violence if they do not get what they want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I blame the parents for what they have done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; no sense of morals or what is right or wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow to this generation, what has gone so very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-1999539276419061926?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/1999539276419061926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=1999539276419061926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1999539276419061926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/1999539276419061926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-to-this-generation.html' title='Wow, To this Generation'/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33925479.post-3534732687230234390</id><published>2008-05-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:09:33.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mark Of Allegiance© By: Carl Coglianese (Ephraim Calib)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This mark of all allegiance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What have we done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A voice in the distance now cries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our eyes have been opened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet how could we have been so very, very blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some said   that they had no choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take the mark or die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did they not realize this This very mark meant death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, the death of the body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But much worse that thatIt meant the very death of the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was no excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had known the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we failed when we were called uponThis by us saying yes to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did not realize that we now had lost everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To bear this markMeant that your soul had been sealedLost forever to our father god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hail to this new CaesarWho is now greater than heFor he is the beast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no greater on this earth, than he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hail to the living god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This cry was herd thought all the lands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hail to the living god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no greater than he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could we have been so very blind, so fooled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lead as sheep to the slaughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet, somehow we foolishly did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?there are so many out there that just do not know or even understand what we as Christian know is coming, please spread the word, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianpoetry.org/add_comment.php?aid=24595" target="_blank"&gt;Comment on this poem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no comments on this poem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33925479-3534732687230234390?l=ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/feeds/3534732687230234390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33925479&amp;postID=3534732687230234390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3534732687230234390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33925479/posts/default/3534732687230234390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingodwetrust-carl.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-mark-of-allegiance-by-carl.html' title=''/><author><name>George Virmond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676270661137713735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3WMUc1d34/TdFEPdmDhLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwcPsE0vW6g/s220/Snapshot_20100804_30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
