<?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-1244801629240709589</id><updated>2012-01-10T06:52:38.336-08:00</updated><category term='PHOTOS'/><category term='MODERN'/><category term='HOMOSEXUALITY'/><category term='SHAME'/><category term='MUSIC'/><category term='ART'/><category term='CHILDREN'/><category term='SURGERY'/><category term='SPECIAL'/><category term='GUILT'/><category term='DEATH'/><category term='POVERTY'/><category term='BABY'/><category term='WONDERFUL WORLD'/><category term='WAR'/><category term='TRUST'/><category term='FAITH'/><category term='JOY'/><category term='PROPHETS'/><category term='BULLYING'/><category term='Change'/><category term='RACISM'/><category term='sparrows'/><category term='Randy Pausch'/><category term='FLOWERS'/><category term='HYPOCRISY'/><category term='BARACK OBAMA INAUGURATION'/><category term='CANDLES'/><category term='OTHERS'/><category term='SPIRITUAL INTELLIGENCE'/><category term='MASTURBATION'/><category term='PEACE'/><category term='WELSH MALE VOICE CHOIRS'/><category term='MIND'/><category term='COUNSELLING'/><category term='WORK'/><category term='HELPLESSNESS'/><category term='REIMS CATHEDRAL'/><category term='FILLED WITH THE SPIRIT'/><category term='THE SWAN'/><category term='STRANGE PEOPLE'/><category term='SABBBATH'/><category term='HOPE'/><category term='UNIQUE'/><category term='LOVE FOR GOD'/><category term='LEADERSHIP'/><category term='CRAZY'/><category term='EAGLE'/><category term='BEAUTY'/><category term='BURNOUT'/><category term='POETS'/><category term='CLIMATE CHANGE'/><category term='SAINT SAENS'/><category term='CRICKET'/><category term='HAPPINESS'/><category term='STRESS'/><category term='ANIMALS'/><category term='FAILURE'/><category term='FREE HUGS'/><category term='SHATTERED LIVES'/><category term='DROWNING'/><category term='GRIEF'/><category term='DYING'/><category term='DISABILITY'/><category term='NATURE'/><category term='GRIEVANCE'/><category term='IRELAND'/><category term='MORNING HAS BROKEN'/><category term='MARRIAGE'/><category term='TIME'/><category term='CREATIVITY'/><category term='TROUBLE'/><category term='REGRETS'/><category term='ABIDE WITH ME'/><category term='STRANGERS'/><category term='IRENA SENDLER'/><category term='LOVE'/><category term='CONFIDENCE'/><category term='CLAYPOOL'/><category term='PROBLEMS'/><category term='ENCOURAGEMENT'/><category term='IRISH BLESSING'/><category term='COMMITMENT'/><title type='text'>1 Month to Change Your Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-9183767325696318107</id><published>2010-12-12T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:57:14.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANIMALS'/><title type='text'>His Eye is on the Sparrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A female mate was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road, and the&amp;nbsp;condition was soon fatal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQW_hPU0qKI/AAAAAAAACuo/M9rnq8eGfjk/s1600/SparrowPart+1.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQW_hPU0qKI/AAAAAAAACuo/M9rnq8eGfjk/s400/SparrowPart+1.2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXABk7I5II/AAAAAAAACus/Cwx8pUjzJbw/s1600/Sparrow+Part+1.3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXABk7I5II/AAAAAAAACus/Cwx8pUjzJbw/s400/Sparrow+Part+1.3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" wrap=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her male mate brought her food and attended her with love and compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXAJotpNqI/AAAAAAAACuw/QFrTmslNXjo/s1600/SparrowPart+1.4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXAJotpNqI/AAAAAAAACuw/QFrTmslNXjo/s400/SparrowPart+1.4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" wrap=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He brought her food again, but was shocked to find her dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" wrap=""&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXAQPXVdNI/AAAAAAAACu0/vk5iH4qiajo/s1600/Sparrow+Part+1.5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXAQPXVdNI/AAAAAAAACu0/vk5iH4qiajo/s400/Sparrow+Part+1.5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" wrap=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He tried to move her - a rarely seen effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXAj1eBtoI/AAAAAAAACvE/LqIlHaWobw0/s1600/SparrowPart+1.6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXAj1eBtoI/AAAAAAAACvE/LqIlHaWobw0/s400/SparrowPart+1.6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" wrap=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aware that his mate was dead and would never come back to him again, he cried with adoring love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXApxcndUI/AAAAAAAACvI/xBYmqwDaoD8/s1600/Sparrow+Part+1.7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQXApxcndUI/AAAAAAAACvI/xBYmqwDaoD8/s400/Sparrow+Part+1.7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...and stood beside her with sadness and sorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Millions of people were touched after seeing these photos in America , Europe, Australia , and even India .  The photographer sold these pictures for a nominal fee to the most famous newspaper in France .  All copies of that edition were sold out on the day these pictures were published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                And many people think animals and birds don't have brains or feelings.  You have just witnessed love and sorrow felt by God's creatures.  The Bible says that God knows when a sparrow falls.  Imagine how much He cares for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Live simply, love generously, care deeply, and speak kindly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-9183767325696318107?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9183767325696318107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=9183767325696318107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/9183767325696318107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/9183767325696318107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-eye-is-on-sparrow.html' title='His Eye is on the Sparrow'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/TQW_hPU0qKI/AAAAAAAACuo/M9rnq8eGfjk/s72-c/SparrowPart+1.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-4090229573047848384</id><published>2010-02-27T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:57:28.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REIMS CATHEDRAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHATTERED LIVES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TROUBLE'/><title type='text'>SHATTERED DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/S4npHj9GMQI/AAAAAAAACrc/3fNWYKnk7pM/s1600-h/reims+cathdral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/S4npHj9GMQI/AAAAAAAACrc/3fNWYKnk7pM/s320/reims+cathdral.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From a retired pastor-friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During World War II a bomb scored an indirect hit and shattered the beautiful &lt;br /&gt;stained-glass rose window in the Reims Cathedral, France. The members of the &lt;br /&gt;congregation got down on their hands and knees and picked up all the small glass &lt;br /&gt;fragments of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the war, they hired some of the most skilled workmen available to rebuild &lt;br /&gt;the window, fragment by fragment, from the pieces they had saved. Today, the &lt;br /&gt;rose window in the Reims Cathedral &lt;http://www.sacred-destinations.com/france/reims-cathedral&gt;is more beautiful than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can take our broken lives and our shattered dreams and reshape them into a &lt;br /&gt;life that is more lovely than before. &lt;/http://www.sacred-destinations.com/france/reims-cathedral&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-4090229573047848384?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4090229573047848384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=4090229573047848384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4090229573047848384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4090229573047848384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/shattered-dreams.html' title='SHATTERED DREAMS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/S4npHj9GMQI/AAAAAAAACrc/3fNWYKnk7pM/s72-c/reims+cathdral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-4115340571554739492</id><published>2009-10-18T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:40:56.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANIMALS'/><title type='text'>ANIMAL LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/StuZZVm0aiI/AAAAAAAACog/lB6b-f1ES8o/s1600-h/animal+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/StuZZVm0aiI/AAAAAAAACog/lB6b-f1ES8o/s400/animal+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394073639282043426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-4115340571554739492?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4115340571554739492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=4115340571554739492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4115340571554739492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4115340571554739492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/animal-love.html' title='ANIMAL LOVE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/StuZZVm0aiI/AAAAAAAACog/lB6b-f1ES8o/s72-c/animal+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-2811750944627618021</id><published>2009-09-13T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:54:59.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABIDE WITH ME'/><title type='text'>ABIDE WITH ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eaNpn-77K4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eaNpn-77K4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-2811750944627618021?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2811750944627618021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=2811750944627618021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/2811750944627618021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/2811750944627618021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/abide-with-me.html' title='ABIDE WITH ME'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-3724448451426735355</id><published>2009-08-27T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:13:25.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITUAL INTELLIGENCE'/><title type='text'>SPIRITUAL INTELLIGENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SpcSupsMCAI/AAAAAAAACnA/1mq5s7VLX8g/s1600-h/Spiritual+Intelligence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SpcSupsMCAI/AAAAAAAACnA/1mq5s7VLX8g/s400/Spiritual+Intelligence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374785272964450306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spiritual Intelligence: A New Way of Being&lt;/span&gt;, Brian Draper, Lion, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know about rational intelligence (remember those IQ tests at school?). And emotional intelligence (you've read Daniel Goleman's best-seller &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Emotional Intelligence: Why It Can Matter More Than IQ&lt;/span&gt;). So if our cognitive and affective behaviors can be measured in terms of performance, someone had to come up with an equivalent for the dimension of the spirit. And this happened quite recently, apparently, when in the year 2000 Oxford academic, philosopher and spiritual writer Danah Zohar coined the phrase 'spiritual intelligence'. 'She suggested that it forms the central part of our intelligence, the part in which our values and beliefs are nurtured and in which we can work towards our full potential as created beings' (p. 12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Draper, British freelance writer, seminar-leader, contributor to BBC Radio 4's thought for the day etc. says spiritual intelligence is figuring out who we were created to be in the first place - the 'unique you'. (Parker Palmer teaches similarly in the United States). It's about listening to the child's voice within us, and to the riches buried in our traditions: 'riches that help us to make those soulful reconnections that many of us, deep down, yearn to make - with the world around us, with each other, with our selves, and with the higher power often called God'. It's really all about common (or uncommon?) sense. Or a 'spiritual' person's equivalent of 'smelling the roses'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard contemplative wisdom is here: listening to our breathing, eliminating invasive noise (eg. by trying a week without TV), and being still. One of Draper's favorite questions is the Gen X writer Douglas Coupland's: What do we do when the power fails?  It's not about conquests but connecting with our reality. As Marcel Proust wrote, 'The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but in seeing with new eyes'. It's about 'seeing the world from up here' as Robin Williams' character Mr. Keating tells the boys when he climbs on to his desk in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dead Poets' Society&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirituality is about the tension between contemplation (being) and action (doing). It's about what you're not (a consumer of this world) versus what you are (in communication with the world). Take some time to write your obituary. Our ego attaches itself to things around us, or the desired perceptions of others. So in this uncertain world, as Eckhart Tolle reminds us (Draper probably quotes Tolle more than any other wise person) 'you can assume that virtually everyone you meet or know lives in a state of fear... Most become conscious of it only when it takes on one of its most acute forms'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea. This is the book to read before Tolle's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Power of Now&lt;/span&gt;. It connects us with ancient wisdom (though I reckon Draper could have used more biblical material: conservatives might accuse him - and they'd be wrong - of being 'New Age-ish'). And he could have tapped more into the traditional wisdom of the church, which has been wrestling with all this for 2000 years under the rubric of 'Spiritual Theology' (he quotes Augustine, but I don't think Meister Eckhart gets a mention, though, surprisingly for a Brit, American Franciscan Richard Rohr does, fairly frequently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end is a quote from D H Lawrence: 'I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections./ And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly that I am ill, / I am ill because of wounds to the soul.' Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it for your family-member or friend who's not yet had their mid-life crisis and is still moving too fast across the face of the earth trying to prove their worth by out-performing others. (You know the best description of a mid-life crisis? It's realizing you've reached the top of the ladder, but it's leaning against the wrong wall). And read it slowly: digest a couple of pages a day for a couple of months. Write 'ouch!' occasionally in the margins (as I did), and it could even be life- changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Croucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom/Salaam/Pax!           Rowland Croucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jmm.aaa.net.au/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice for Dawn Rowan - http://dawnrowansaga.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-3724448451426735355?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3724448451426735355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=3724448451426735355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3724448451426735355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3724448451426735355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/spiritual-intelligence.html' title='SPIRITUAL INTELLIGENCE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SpcSupsMCAI/AAAAAAAACnA/1mq5s7VLX8g/s72-c/Spiritual+Intelligence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-2552957844197583858</id><published>2009-07-05T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:26:05.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MODERN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WAR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POVERTY'/><title type='text'>TELL ME WHY...</title><content type='html'>A child tries to understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F31ScdYbK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F31ScdYbK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-2552957844197583858?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2552957844197583858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=2552957844197583858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/2552957844197583858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/2552957844197583858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell-me-why.html' title='TELL ME WHY...'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-3288333937861499669</id><published>2009-05-29T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:26:19.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IRENA SENDLER'/><title type='text'>AN INSPIRATIONAL WOMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SiCYF6BG0II/AAAAAAAACmE/NrLr2BdpO8A/s1600-h/Irena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SiCYF6BG0II/AAAAAAAACmE/NrLr2BdpO8A/s400/Irena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341436385302073474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Irena Sendler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a 98 year-old lady named Irena died. During WWII, Irena got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist.  She had an ulterior motive...  She KNEW what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews (being German). Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of a tool box and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack (for larger kids). She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto.  The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids'/infants' noises.  During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants.  She was caught, and the Nazis broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely.  Irena kept a record of the names of all the children she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard.  After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunite the families. Most of course had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Irena was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize ... She was not selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Al Gore won, for his work on Global Warming). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-3288333937861499669?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3288333937861499669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=3288333937861499669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3288333937861499669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3288333937861499669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspirational-woman.html' title='AN INSPIRATIONAL WOMAN!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SiCYF6BG0II/AAAAAAAACmE/NrLr2BdpO8A/s72-c/Irena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-5970253706733029293</id><published>2009-05-28T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:11:40.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPINESS'/><title type='text'>ENJOY THE RIDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://www.lshs64.com/enjoytheride.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-5970253706733029293?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5970253706733029293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=5970253706733029293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5970253706733029293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5970253706733029293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/enjoy-ride.html' title='ENJOY THE RIDE!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-2829287394521061777</id><published>2009-05-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:56:18.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SURGERY'/><title type='text'>AMAZING SURGERY ON A WOMAN'S FACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SgD70kHPIxI/AAAAAAAAClU/tv6eQE0_mHo/s1600-h/Connie_Culp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SgD70kHPIxI/AAAAAAAAClU/tv6eQE0_mHo/s400/Connie_Culp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332538839272465170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Conni Culp's face before and after she was shot by her husband - a modern surgical miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SgD7XkrsUdI/AAAAAAAAClE/P7fU3QpvwZE/s1600-h/face+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SgD7XkrsUdI/AAAAAAAAClE/P7fU3QpvwZE/s400/face+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332538341209166290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SgD7R8bzxrI/AAAAAAAACk8/veben8eVElQ/s1600-h/face+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Sfw1mjedRzI/AAAAAAAACkk/7GXVdonxQBw/s400/eagle+2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331194995374114610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Freedom and Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Freedom and I have been together 10 years this summer. She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings. Her left wing doesn't open all the way even after surgery, it was broken in 4 places. She's my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When Freedom came in she could not stand.  Both wings were broken, her left wing in 4 places. She was emaciated and covered in lice. We made the decision to give her a chance at life, so I took her to the vet's office.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            From then on, I was always around her. We had her in a huge dog carrier with the top off, and it was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to lay in. I used to sit and talk to her, urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay there looking at me with those big brown eyes. We also had to tube feed her for weeks.This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still couldn't stand. It got to the point where the decision was made to euthanize her if she couldn't stand in a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You know you don't want to cross that line between torture and rehab, and it looked like death was winning. She was going to be put down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in on that Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go to the center that Thursday, because I couldn't bear the thought of her being euthanized; but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone was grinning from ear to ear. I went immediately back to her cage; and there she was, standing on her own, a big beautiful eagle.  She was ready to live. I was just about in tears by then That was a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We knew she could never fly, so the director asked me to glove train her. I got her used to the glove, and then to jesses, and we started doing education programs for schools in western Washington. We wound up in the newspapers, radio (believe it or not) and some TV.  Miracle Pets even did a show about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with non-hodgkins lymphoma. I had stage 3, which is not good (one major organ plus everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of chemo. Lost the hair - the whole bit. I missed a lot of work.  When I felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would also come to me in my dreams and help me fight the cancer.  This happened time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Fast forward to November 2000, the day after Thanksgiving, I went in  for my last checkup. I was told that if the cancer was not all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last option was a stem cell transplant.  Anyway, they did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for the results. I went in Monday, and I was told that all the cancer was gone.  Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her up, and we went out front to the top of the hill. I hadn't said a word to Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me and wrapped both her wings around me to where I could feel them pressing in on my back (I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she touched my nose with her beak and stared into my eyes, and we just stood there like that for I don't know how long. That was a magic moment. We have been soul mates ever since she came in. This is a very special bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Sfw1g7Re5QI/AAAAAAAACkc/LQL5apdtJOk/s1600-h/eagle+1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Sfw1g7Re5QI/AAAAAAAACkc/LQL5apdtJOk/s400/eagle+1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331194898682930434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            On a side note:  I have had people who were sick come up to us when we are out, and Freedom has some kind of hold on them. I once had a guy who was terminal come up to us and I let him hold her. His knees just about buckled and he swore he could feel her power coarse through his body. I have so many stories like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I never forget the honor I have of being so close to such a  magnificent spirit as Freedom's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Hope you enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-6638529619685841145?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6638529619685841145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=6638529619685841145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/6638529619685841145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/6638529619685841145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/freedom-therapy-eagle.html' title='FREEDOM: THE THERAPY EAGLE!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Sfw1mjedRzI/AAAAAAAACkk/7GXVdonxQBw/s72-c/eagle+2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-3041649683972922750</id><published>2009-04-06T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:26:57.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NATURE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PHOTOS'/><title type='text'>PHOTOS TO INSPIRE YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SfTtkqBzQnI/AAAAAAAACkM/uaQGMEM3IE0/s1600-h/beaut3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SZoJkCC30uI/AAAAAAAACe8/iZ5pHPvDAQo/s400/remarkable+catch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303562025811038946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't 'barrack' for any particular sporting team. But I enjoy watching humans do amazing things, physically. Like this amazing juggling catch by Australian cricketer Adam Voges, in a 20-20 cricket match against New Zealand. He caught it inside the boundary, overbalanced, threw the ball up in the air, stumbled over the boundary rope as he re-entered the field, and caught it while on his knees. Amazing! The commentator - and I - agreed that it was one of the most incredible catches we'd ever seen in a cricket match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-4023419660885216059?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4023419660885216059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=4023419660885216059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4023419660885216059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4023419660885216059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/human-body-is-amazing.html' title='THE HUMAN BODY IS AMAZING'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SZoJkCC30uI/AAAAAAAACe8/iZ5pHPvDAQo/s72-c/remarkable+catch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-5703722278070486868</id><published>2009-02-06T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:36:23.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IRISH BLESSING'/><title type='text'>AN IRISH BLESSING !</title><content type='html'>http://www.e-water.net/viewflash.php?flash=irishblessing_en&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-5703722278070486868?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5703722278070486868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=5703722278070486868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5703722278070486868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5703722278070486868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/irish-blessing.html' title='AN IRISH BLESSING !'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-710213963857069315</id><published>2009-01-20T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:33:19.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BARACK OBAMA INAUGURATION'/><title type='text'>CAN A POLITICAL EVENT BE INSPIRING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Barack Obama's Inaugural Address, Prayer, Poem, Benediction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't often watch something on TV between 2.30 am and 5 am. This morning I set a precedent! There are many transcripts of the President's Inaugural Address in the media, but the prayers and poem are harder to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text of Barack Obama's Inaugural Address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow citizens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SXbA-4AVyPI/AAAAAAAACbo/umbioJ8INqw/s1600-h/OBAMA.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SXbA-4AVyPI/AAAAAAAACbo/umbioJ8INqw/s400/OBAMA.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293630598438832370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our healthcare is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land -- a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America -- they will be met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted -- for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things -- some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions -- that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act -- not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise healthcare's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions -- who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them -- that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works -- whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day -- because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control -- and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart -- not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort -- even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West -- know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment -- a moment that will define a generation -- it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job, which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility -- a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the price and the promise of citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the source of our confidence -- the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed -- why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive ... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Warren's Inaugural Invocation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almighty God, our Father, everything we see and everything we can’t see exists because of you alone. It all comes from you. It all belongs to you. It all exists for your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is your story. The Scripture tells us, “Hear O Israel, the Lord is our God. The Lord is One.” And you are the compassionate and merciful one. And you are loving &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SXbBFhS5iuI/AAAAAAAACbw/rj_PiyH3ZqQ/s1600-h/RICK+WARREN.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SXbBFhS5iuI/AAAAAAAACbw/rj_PiyH3ZqQ/s400/RICK+WARREN.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293630712601742050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to everyone you have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today, we rejoice not only in America’s peaceful transfer of power for the 44th time. We celebrate a hingepoint of history with the inauguration of our first African American president of the United States. We are so grateful to live in this land, a land of unequaled possibility, where the son of an African immigrant can rise to the highest level of our leadership. And we know today that Dr. King and a great cloud of witnesses are shouting in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give to our new President, Barack Obama, the wisdom to lead us with humility, the courage to lead us with integrity, the compassion to lead us with generosity. Bless and protect him, his family, Vice President Biden, the cabinet, and every one of our freely elected leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us, O God, to remember that we are Americans, united not by race, or religion, or blood, but to our commitment to freedom and justice for all. When we focus on ourselves, when we fight each other, when we forget you, forgive us. When we presume that our greatness and our prosperity is ours alone, forgive us. When we fail to treat our fellow human beings and all the earth with the respect that they deserve, forgive us. And as we face these difficult days ahead, may we have a new birth of clarity in our aims, responsibility in our actions, humility in our approaches, and civility in our attitudes, even when we differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to share, to serve and to seek the common good of all. May all people of goodwill today join together to work for a more just, a more healthy and a more prosperous nation and a peaceful planet. And may we never forget that one day all nations and all people will stand accountable before you. We now commit our new president and his wife, Michelle and his daughters, Malia and Sasha, into your loving care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I humbly ask this in the name of the one who changed my life, Yeshua, Isa, Jesus [Spanish pronunciation], Jesus, who taught us to pray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.christianitytoday.com/ctpolitics/2009/01/rick_warrens_in.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transcript of Inaugural Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Alexander, a professor at Yale University, wrote the inaugural poem for Barack Obama. Below is a transcription of her poem, provided by CQ Transcriptwire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise song for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SXbA1DPc2cI/AAAAAAAACbg/EpyprLJSNHI/s1600-h/ELIZABETH+ALEXANDER.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SXbA1DPc2cI/AAAAAAAACbg/EpyprLJSNHI/s400/ELIZABETH+ALEXANDER.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293630429656308162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A woman and her son wait for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know there's something better down the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text of Rev. Lowery's inauguration benediction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Black American Civil Rights leader - see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Lowery]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By The Associated Press – 7 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text of the benediction by Rev. Joseph Lowery during President Barack Obama's inauguration, as transcribed by CQ Transcriptions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, thou, who has brought us thus far along the way, thou, who has by thy might led us into the light, keep us forever in the path we pray, lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met thee, lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadowed beneath thy hand, may we forever stand true to thee, oh God, and true to our native land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly give thanks for the glorious experience we've shared this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray now, oh Lord, for your blessing upon thy servant Barack Obama, the 44th president of these United States, his family and his administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has come to this high office at a low moment in the national, and indeed the global, fiscal climate. But because we know you got the whole world in your hands, we pray for not only our nation, but for the community of nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faith does not shrink though pressed by the flood of mortal ills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we know that, Lord, you are able and you're willing to work through faithful leadership to restore stability, mend our brokenness, heal our wounds, and deliver us from the exploitation of the poor, of the least of these, and from favoritism toward the rich, the elite of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for the empowering of thy servant, our 44th president, to inspire our nation to believe that yes we can work together to achieve a more perfect union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we have sown the seeds of greed — the wind of greed and corruption, and even as we reap the whirlwind of social and economic disruption, we seek forgiveness and we come in a spirit of unity and solidarity to commit our support to our president by our willingness to make sacrifices, to respect your creation, to turn to each other and not on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Lord, in the complex arena of human relations, help us to make choices on the side of love, not hate; on the side of inclusion, not exclusion; tolerance, not intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we leave this mountain top, help us to hold on to the spirit of fellowship and the oneness of our family. Let us take that power back to our homes, our workplaces, our churches, our temples, our mosques, or wherever we seek your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless President Barack, First Lady Michelle. Look over our little angelic Sasha and Malia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go now to walk together as children, pledging that we won't get weary in the difficult days ahead. We know you will not leave us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SXbAuXAgDFI/AAAAAAAACbY/36aRizV56Ew/s1600-h/JOSEPH+LOWERY.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SXbAuXAgDFI/AAAAAAAACbY/36aRizV56Ew/s400/JOSEPH+LOWERY.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293630314703227986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your hands of power and your heart of love, help us then, now, Lord, to work for that day when nations shall not lift up sword against nation, when tanks will be beaten into tractors, when every man and every woman shall sit under his or her own vine and fig tree and none shall be afraid, when justice will roll down like waters and righteousness as a mighty stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around ... when yellow will be mellow ... when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what is right. That all those who do justice and love mercy say Amen.&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;Shalom/Salaam/Pax! Rowland Croucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jmm.aaa.net.au/ (20,000 articles 4000 humor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs - http://rowlandsblogs.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice for Dawn Rowan - http://dawnrowansaga.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Jokes and Pics - http://funnyjokesnpics.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-710213963857069315?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/710213963857069315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=710213963857069315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/710213963857069315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/710213963857069315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-political-event-be-inspiring.html' title='CAN A POLITICAL EVENT BE INSPIRING?'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SXbA-4AVyPI/AAAAAAAACbo/umbioJ8INqw/s72-c/OBAMA.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-6639233388615967834</id><published>2008-12-23T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:57:34.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STRANGE PEOPLE'/><title type='text'>PEOPLE ARE DIFFERENT - ISN'T THAT GOOD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SVCn4d9eCgI/AAAAAAAACZc/tOj8T59qCf0/s1600-h/old_lady_smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SVCn4d9eCgI/AAAAAAAACZc/tOj8T59qCf0/s400/old_lady_smoking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282906951462554114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-6639233388615967834?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6639233388615967834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=6639233388615967834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/6639233388615967834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/6639233388615967834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-are-different-isnt-that-good.html' title='PEOPLE ARE DIFFERENT - ISN&apos;T THAT GOOD?'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SVCn4d9eCgI/AAAAAAAACZc/tOj8T59qCf0/s72-c/old_lady_smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-4090771565272991393</id><published>2008-12-15T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:48:50.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEADERSHIP'/><title type='text'>ANYONE CAN BE A LEADER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Here's the best quote on leadership I've ever read (outside the Bible):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with what they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build with what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the best leaders, when the work is done, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SUcy_7VHcBI/AAAAAAAACZM/llAqBTecvOI/s1600-h/Lao+Tzu.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SUcy_7VHcBI/AAAAAAAACZM/llAqBTecvOI/s400/Lao+Tzu.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280245161954603026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the task accomplished, the people will say "We have done this ourselves"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaoTzu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-4090771565272991393?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4090771565272991393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=4090771565272991393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4090771565272991393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4090771565272991393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/anyone-can-be-leader.html' title='ANYONE CAN BE A LEADER!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SUcy_7VHcBI/AAAAAAAACZM/llAqBTecvOI/s72-c/Lao+Tzu.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-55590049634106412</id><published>2008-07-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:10:47.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CANDLES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAITH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEACE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOPE'/><title type='text'>THE FOUR CANDLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CtENxRBUwUI&amp;hl=zh_HK&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CtENxRBUwUI&amp;hl=zh_HK&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-55590049634106412?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/55590049634106412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=55590049634106412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/55590049634106412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/55590049634106412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-candles.html' title='THE FOUR CANDLES'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-2101086632502554073</id><published>2008-06-17T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:56:52.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOMOSEXUALITY'/><title type='text'>HOMOSEXUALITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Homosexuality is the most argued-about topic these days in the church. We are living in/through a 'paradigm-shift' in our thinking on the subject as the church has done in the past with issues like slavery and the leadership of women. First a clever take-off by Rowan Atkinson of the bad news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPUE9xpxjcc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPUE9xpxjcc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/12135.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for an imaginary interview with Jesus on this complex issue, and &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/20763.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the best summary I've read on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rowland Croucher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-2101086632502554073?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2101086632502554073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=2101086632502554073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/2101086632502554073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/2101086632502554073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/homosexuality.html' title='HOMOSEXUALITY'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-4937572812127171650</id><published>2008-06-16T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:31:19.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENCOURAGEMENT'/><title type='text'>ENCOURAGEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First, watch &lt;a href="http://worriersanonymous.org/Share/OnlyYou.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (and be encouraged!) - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://worriersanonymous.org/Share/OnlyYou.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now read some of these articles on &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/catalog/keyword/e-4.htm"&gt;Encouragement&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jmm.aaa.net.au/catalog/keyword/e-4.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom!/Salaam!/Pax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au"&gt;Rowland Croucher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-4937572812127171650?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4937572812127171650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=4937572812127171650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4937572812127171650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4937572812127171650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/encouragement.html' title='ENCOURAGEMENT'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-7401200318871751362</id><published>2008-05-26T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:27:43.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ART'/><title type='text'>ART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Christian church has always held that God speaks to us, not only through Scripture or history or conscience or ultimately in Christ, but also in nature and in artistic creativity and our aesthetic sensitivity. Art takes the real stuff of life - complex, colourful but often discordant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work of art, said Denis de Rougemont, is a 'trap for meditation.' I like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-7401200318871751362?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7401200318871751362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=7401200318871751362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7401200318871751362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7401200318871751362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/art.html' title='ART'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-221112391429417571</id><published>2008-05-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:26:55.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HYPOCRISY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RACISM'/><title type='text'>HYPOCRISY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have met pastors who have not been able to deal with the situation where their own views are at odds with their congregation's (or of permission-withholders in their congregations). It's a phenomenon, for example, where a racially progressive pastor in the American South is 'integrationist in their prayers but segregationist in their sermons'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-221112391429417571?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/221112391429417571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=221112391429417571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/221112391429417571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/221112391429417571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/hypocrisy.html' title='HYPOCRISY'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-8847691013332871375</id><published>2008-05-26T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:15:41.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOY'/><title type='text'>JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Notice how often Paul breaks off from his exposition of some doctrine or other and expresses spontaneous worship - sometimes even without finishing the sentence he was writing (eg. in Romans - 1:35, 9:5, 11:33,36, 16:27). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-8847691013332871375?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8847691013332871375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=8847691013332871375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8847691013332871375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8847691013332871375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/joy.html' title='JOY'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-4114875401355627958</id><published>2008-05-19T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:52:22.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARRIAGE'/><title type='text'>HOW TO BE HAPPY THOUGH MARRIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SDJ0zm38WlI/AAAAAAAABgk/VFiYNs5eKFU/s1600-h/bride+and+groom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SDJ0zm38WlI/AAAAAAAABgk/VFiYNs5eKFU/s400/bride+and+groom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202348949523683922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swiss have a proverb which underlines the element of risk in marriage: 'Marriage is a covered dish!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my basic articles about marriage start &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/15380.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. For a basic marriage enrichment procedure see &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/16495.htm"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-4114875401355627958?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4114875401355627958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=4114875401355627958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4114875401355627958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4114875401355627958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-be-happy-though-married.html' title='HOW TO BE HAPPY THOUGH MARRIED!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SDJ0zm38WlI/AAAAAAAABgk/VFiYNs5eKFU/s72-c/bride+and+groom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-5252994811037575682</id><published>2008-05-16T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T03:05:40.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FREE HUGS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STRANGERS'/><title type='text'>STRANGERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(viewing them as Jesus would)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one way: the famous YouTube video 'Free Hugs' - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2006/12/03/1165080802797.html?page=fullpage"&gt;One person wrote: 'Free Hugs Campaign&lt;/a&gt; is a great story about how an unknown Sydney band was discovered after its YouTube video took off. Now in the YouTube all-time top 20 after just two months, the video is shot in and around Sydney where Juan Mann starts offering strangers a hug. Inspired by Mann's mission, Shimon Moore from the Sydney band Sick Puppies videotapes the serial hugger.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-5252994811037575682?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5252994811037575682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=5252994811037575682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5252994811037575682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5252994811037575682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/strangers.html' title='STRANGERS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-5553755613825534866</id><published>2008-05-05T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:26:46.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE SWAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAINT SAENS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WELSH MALE VOICE CHOIRS'/><title type='text'>MUSIC - THE FOOD OF LOVE (AND EMOTIONAL HEALTH)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First, 'You Raise Me Up' - Morriston Orpheus Choir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vtxX4G11Jg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vtxX4G11Jg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Nathan (cellist, age 11) gracefully commenting on Saint Saens' "The Swan":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/djncC2530WM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/djncC2530WM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now an 8,000-voice Welsh Male Voice Choir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6RY7uR8I0dQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6RY7uR8I0dQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R51Ni2IPppk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R51Ni2IPppk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-5553755613825534866?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5553755613825534866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=5553755613825534866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5553755613825534866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5553755613825534866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-food-of-love-and-emotional-health.html' title='MUSIC - THE FOOD OF LOVE (AND EMOTIONAL HEALTH)'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-7900604943648568703</id><published>2008-04-30T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:01:26.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNIQUE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPECIAL'/><title type='text'>YOU ARE UNIQUE/SPECIAL !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SBj6JMbIo_I/AAAAAAAABcE/BSaHE42EIB0/s1600-h/unique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SBj6JMbIo_I/AAAAAAAABcE/BSaHE42EIB0/s400/unique.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195177206032671730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-7900604943648568703?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7900604943648568703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=7900604943648568703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7900604943648568703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7900604943648568703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-are-uniquespecial.html' title='YOU ARE UNIQUE/SPECIAL !!!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SBj6JMbIo_I/AAAAAAAABcE/BSaHE42EIB0/s72-c/unique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-8139423971014739765</id><published>2008-03-06T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:17:07.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DYING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Pausch'/><title type='text'>DEATH - AND CHILDHOOD DREAMS (Randy Pausch)</title><content type='html'>Here's a brilliant talk by someone facing death. Professor Pausch does not seem to be a Christian (he talks about karma for example), but his approach to death and dying is very healthy... See what you think: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tIyt8oSLVs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tIyt8oSLVs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-8139423971014739765?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8139423971014739765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=8139423971014739765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8139423971014739765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8139423971014739765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-and-childhood-dreams-randy-pausch.html' title='DEATH - AND CHILDHOOD DREAMS (Randy Pausch)'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-7612401085991287732</id><published>2008-02-18T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:24:51.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WONDERFUL WORLD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANIMALS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IRELAND'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FLOWERS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEAUTY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MORNING HAS BROKEN'/><title type='text'>IT'S A BEAUTIFUL WORLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;This is the sunset at the North Pole with the moon at its closest point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scene you will probably never get to see in person, so take a moment and enjoy God at work at the North Pole. And, you also see the *sun *below the *moon.*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/S-uagKPcIeI/AAAAAAAACso/cg3bVqEQrGs/s1600/moon+north+pole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/S-uagKPcIeI/AAAAAAAACso/cg3bVqEQrGs/s400/moon+north+pole.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;***************&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Sfaver_EESI/AAAAAAAACkU/P_4eenPPdn4/s1600-h/sunset" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329640150777729314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Sfaver_EESI/AAAAAAAACkU/P_4eenPPdn4/s400/sunset" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 301px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kapiti Coast, New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rooyt3ptNco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rooyt3ptNco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SVQ2iNZqHsI/AAAAAAAACZk/AamnBpWJDKk/s1600-h/beautiful+world" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283908224153165506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SVQ2iNZqHsI/AAAAAAAACZk/AamnBpWJDKk/s400/beautiful+world" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 360px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 346px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SUif-xUUf0I/AAAAAAAACZU/Pcd57H8X4fU/s1600-h/iris" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280646463831179074" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SUif-xUUf0I/AAAAAAAACZU/Pcd57H8X4fU/s400/iris" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 351px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SA0zGsbIo5I/AAAAAAAABbU/ZjLGZaEu6fY/s1600-h/mothers+love.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191862135525254034" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SA0zGsbIo5I/AAAAAAAABbU/ZjLGZaEu6fY/s400/mothers+love.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SA0y88bIo4I/AAAAAAAABbM/k7vMU-zB73o/s1600-h/kitten.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191861968021529474" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SA0y88bIo4I/AAAAAAAABbM/k7vMU-zB73o/s400/kitten.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SA0y2cbIo3I/AAAAAAAABbE/4rJ4sfjsqYA/s1600-h/pink+rose.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191861856352379762" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SA0y2cbIo3I/AAAAAAAABbE/4rJ4sfjsqYA/s400/pink+rose.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_csKiloyI/AAAAAAAABV4/9uPH4hnDgVY/s1600-h/MOUNTAZINS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170093548546401058" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_csKiloyI/AAAAAAAABV4/9uPH4hnDgVY/s400/MOUNTAZINS.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_brqilowI/AAAAAAAABVo/nrEgUoSAtpc/s1600-h/slide8s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170092440444838658" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_brqilowI/AAAAAAAABVo/nrEgUoSAtpc/s400/slide8s.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_bYKilovI/AAAAAAAABVg/xRDVAlSjtDk/s1600-h/slide3s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170092105437389554" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_bYKilovI/AAAAAAAABVg/xRDVAlSjtDk/s400/slide3s.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_bAKilouI/AAAAAAAABVY/4d8h19YFoGo/s1600-h/slide2s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170091693120529122" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_bAKilouI/AAAAAAAABVY/4d8h19YFoGo/s400/slide2s.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_ZWKilotI/AAAAAAAABVQ/93v5X1CJGIc/s1600-h/CUTE+CAT.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170089872054395602" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_ZWKilotI/AAAAAAAABVQ/93v5X1CJGIc/s400/CUTE+CAT.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ESHjYat9rk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ESHjYat9rk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And listen to this magnificent music - Richter's rendition of Beethoven's Appassionata Sonata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bxh5i0lXj1Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bxh5i0lXj1Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you like the rugged beauty of Ireland:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrPaUtPJ_5c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrPaUtPJ_5c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/STTHd1whKoI/AAAAAAAACX0/PQ0O2UZstPQ/s1600-h/smiling+moon+and+stars.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275060379018406530" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/STTHd1whKoI/AAAAAAAACX0/PQ0O2UZstPQ/s400/smiling+moon+and+stars.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An unusual alignment of the new moon with Venus and Jupiter 1st December 2008 provided this joyous visage in the skies, visible even to those in the inner city. Makes you feel like someone is watching over you! This was the view in Melbourne: someone tells me the moon is frowning, not smiling, in the Northern hemisphere! A granddaughter wrote on her Facebook page 'The Universe is smiling on me!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even if it isn't, you can smile:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/STTISOxwbfI/AAAAAAAACX8/VvvqB3nz9ug/s1600-h/An+elderly+couple+top42.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275061279087685106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/STTISOxwbfI/AAAAAAAACX8/VvvqB3nz9ug/s400/An+elderly+couple+top42.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 220px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-7612401085991287732?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7612401085991287732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=7612401085991287732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7612401085991287732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7612401085991287732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-beautiful-world.html' title='IT&apos;S A BEAUTIFUL WORLD!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/S-uagKPcIeI/AAAAAAAACso/cg3bVqEQrGs/s72-c/moon+north+pole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-912116029447124936</id><published>2007-12-05T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:10:26.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLAYPOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEVANCE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRIEF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GUILT'/><title type='text'>MENDING THE HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My favorite preaching-writer John Claypool has written a brilliant little book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mending the Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his wisdom about how to deal with your woundedness: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1c9Vv9zuMI/AAAAAAAABNs/YQgMcimxs6c/s1600-h/john+claypool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1c9Vv9zuMI/AAAAAAAABNs/YQgMcimxs6c/s400/john+claypool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140644943528966338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Preface: &lt;/span&gt;First, we must accept the fact that our parents often neglect or mistreat their children in an effort to have their own needs met. We are all prisoners of childhood, and must do the work of mourning all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THE WOUND OF GRIEVANCE: `Look behind you: the trouble with parents is that they had parents too! Look within: there's a stronger person with your name within you! Look ahead: what will you do with your grievance? Martin Luther King used to say that the logical end of 'an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is a blind and toothless generation'. Look up:  Teresa of Avila asked God 'How can I ever thank you for all the blessings you have given me?' The answer came back: 'By showing love to those who are as undeserving of it as you are of mine.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. THE WOUND OF GUILT: Sometimes we deny responsibility for our bad stuff: alcoholics and other addicts know about this ('I don't have a problem with my drinking, you do!'). Face it, honestly: we do not break the laws of reality; the laws of reality break us. Or we blame others. Teacher to fighting children: 'How did this break out?' Child: 'It all started when he hit me back!' Or we punish ourselves: but remember God's willingness to forgive is greater than our power to sin. God is not a perfectionist, but a merciful nurturer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THE WOUND OF GRIEF: John Claypool lost his little nine-year old daughter, Laura Lue, through leukemia. He was rescued from absolute despair in his grief by reading Gerhard von Rad's commentary on Genesis: 'I remember putting down the book that night as it dawned on me that Laura Lue had come into my life exactly as Isaac had come into Abraham's. I had never deserved her for a single day. She was not a possession to which I was entitled, but a gift by which I had been utterly blessed.' When something belongs to you and it is taken away, you have a right to be angry. But when something is a gift and it is taken from you, you use that occasion to give thanks that it was ever given at all. (You can read more on this in his brilliant book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tracks of a Fellow-Struggler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now his famous benediction (spoken when younger, as pastor of Crescent Hills Baptist Church):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7VqLgRrOoM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7VqLgRrOoM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au"&gt;Rowland Croucher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-912116029447124936?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/912116029447124936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=912116029447124936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/912116029447124936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/912116029447124936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/mending-heart.html' title='MENDING THE HEART'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R1c9Vv9zuMI/AAAAAAAABNs/YQgMcimxs6c/s72-c/john+claypool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-5613634077433114597</id><published>2007-10-28T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:41:32.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMMITMENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SABBBATH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRUST'/><title type='text'>BE COMMITTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The missionary statesman, Max Warren, wrote (in his autobiography &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Crowded Canvas&lt;/span&gt;) of his father: 'He had a strong puritan streak, which, among other things, took the form of refusing ever to use public transport on Sundays. When he had to preach somewhere in London he would always walk to the church and walk back. Sometimes the church would be in South London and it might be a ten-mile walk each way. I never knew him to break his rule or to think it in any way remarkable to have kept it.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_cHqiloxI/AAAAAAAABVw/tDVmzGlD8ds/s1600-h/BABY%27S+HAND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_cHqiloxI/AAAAAAAABVw/tDVmzGlD8ds/s400/BABY%27S+HAND.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170092921481175826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-5613634077433114597?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5613634077433114597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=5613634077433114597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5613634077433114597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5613634077433114597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-committed.html' title='BE COMMITTED!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_cHqiloxI/AAAAAAAABVw/tDVmzGlD8ds/s72-c/BABY%27S+HAND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-8147446358178935067</id><published>2007-10-27T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:22:48.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREATEST SIN (PRIDE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a famous quote from James Denney, which most pastors/preachers know and, hopefully, many of them live by: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'No one can bear witness to themselves and to Christ at the same time. No (preacher) can give at once the impression that they are clever, and that Christ is mighty to save.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-8147446358178935067?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8147446358178935067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=8147446358178935067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8147446358178935067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8147446358178935067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/greatest-sin-pride.html' title='THE GREATEST SIN (PRIDE)'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-3365859995211586</id><published>2007-10-25T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:14:02.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROPHETS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POETS'/><title type='text'>BE A POET/PROPHET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The main task of a poet is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to see.&lt;/span&gt; Poets are essentially people of vision. The vast majority of us can see; we all look out on to the same world. But it's possible to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; without &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet has a special sensitivity, a heightened awareness, an attentiveness which most people do not possess - or exhibit only at rare moments. Poets see what most of us miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophets are like that too. In fact, a common Hebrew word for prophet is 'one who sees', 'a person of vision'. Another word means 'one who raves', 'one who is &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGFh5s8bII/AAAAAAAABIc/gIeb8zWla6g/s1600-h/PROPHET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGFh5s8bII/AAAAAAAABIc/gIeb8zWla6g/s400/PROPHET.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125524668395842690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beside himself'. (Shakespeare said something somewhere about the kinship between poets and madmen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Testament prophets (and Jesus) majored on two great evils: oppression and injustice, and idolatry/false religion: both of these sets of evils promote false religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are poets/prophets born that way - or do they develop these sensitivities over time? The answer, I believe, is 'yes' :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-3365859995211586?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3365859995211586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=3365859995211586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3365859995211586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3365859995211586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-poetprophet.html' title='BE A POET/PROPHET!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGFh5s8bII/AAAAAAAABIc/gIeb8zWla6g/s72-c/PROPHET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-5105405931148419981</id><published>2007-10-23T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:59:10.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIND'/><title type='text'>YOUR MIND MATTERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I read a quote today (by Dr. Paul Francis, Scientist with the Australian Gemini Project, Canberra) which got me thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'There are two great theories of 20th century physics: relativity (which deals with massive things) and quantum mechanics (tiny things). There are only two situations in the universe where you need to use both, because they are both massive and tiny: Big Bang and black holes. Trouble is, the two theories mix like oil and water.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-5105405931148419981?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5105405931148419981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=5105405931148419981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5105405931148419981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/5105405931148419981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-mind-matters.html' title='YOUR MIND MATTERS!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-8323268551829985257</id><published>2007-10-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:44:44.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLIMATE CHANGE'/><title type='text'>CLIMATE CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QBCS16DO6a8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QBCS16DO6a8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-8323268551829985257?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8323268551829985257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=8323268551829985257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8323268551829985257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8323268551829985257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/climate-change.html' title='CLIMATE CHANGE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-3957781670133631873</id><published>2007-09-16T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:29:28.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILLED WITH THE SPIRIT'/><title type='text'>BE FILLED WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ru3mXFCUrBI/AAAAAAAABCE/Mz7k3gQX9XI/s1600-h/filled+holy+Spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ru3mXFCUrBI/AAAAAAAABCE/Mz7k3gQX9XI/s400/filled+holy+Spirit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110994436298681362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Be Filled With The Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his famous sermon '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Wind of the Spirit&lt;/span&gt;', James Stewart notes that one of the marks of the Spirit's moving amongst us is that 'we hear the sound thereof'. 'This is the indisputable evidence of the Spirit. When the wind is blowing, it makes its presence felt. You hear its sound... When the Spirit of God stirs up a church or an individual or a community, there are palpable evidences of his working. Even the unbeliever becomes aware that something is going on.' The effects can be seen. The sound can be heard... 'The hard supercilious pagan world of Greece and Rome professed itself indifferent to the gospel; but it could not deny that wherever Christ's people went strange things kept happening... The world, says the Book of Acts, saw the evidences: it "took knowledge of them that they had been with Jesus".' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy for a church to settle down into a comfortable orthodoxy, with decision-making structures in place, constitutions formulated, activities planned for this or that purpose, and all we are doing is rearranging old wine-skins. Or we reduce salvation to justification by faith and forget that, as Moltmann pointed out so powerfully, 'Through justification the unjust person is led into the history of the Spirit... becomes obedient in hope and the practice of divine righteousness... Liberation leads to the liberated life. Justification leads to the new creation.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke equates being 'filled with the Spirit' with moral qualities, goodness and faith (Acts 11:23-24). Being 'Spirit-filled' does not refer to a special experience as such, although we ought to be open to whatever experiences of the Spirit the Lord has for us. Sometimes, in Acts, people spoke in tongues when 'filled with the Spirit'; but Acts often speaks of people filled with the Spirit with no reference, explicit or implicit, to tongues (4:8,31; 6:3,5; 7:55; 9:17; 11:24; 13:9,52). 'If being Spirit-filled without glossolalia was the lot of some, then, it may be God's path for some now' (11) However, you can't be 'Spirit-filled' without exhibiting fruits of the Spirit such as goodness and faith. They are the inevitable proofs of the Spirit's presence in our lives. So the term 'Spirit-filled' ought to be used to describe Christian character rather than a spiritual experience. Remember being 'Spirit-filled' is to be filled with God Himself! He is the 'Spirit of holiness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do not get drunk with wine, which will only ruin you; instead, be filled with the Spirit' (Ephesians 5:18). How can I be filled with the Holy Spirit? Paul in this text notes three things: first a comparison: being filled with the Holy Spirit is something like being drunk with wine. When intoxicated you lose your inhibitions, you can talk more freely; so the Holy Spirit removes our fear and gives us a new freedom, boldness and power. Then by way of contrast whereas drunkenness makes us lose control the Spirit helps us to be self-controlled; the drunken person is undisciplined, the spiritual person disciplined; drunkenness makes us foolish, the Spirit makes us wise. And note Paul's command: 'Go on being filled with the Spirit' the Greek language has it, literally. It's not an option, but a command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being filled with the Spirit is something you choose to ask God to do: it's a matter of the will. God does this work in you (Philippians 1:11) but you are not merely passive: your human personality is actively yielding to the Divine Personality (Philippians 2:12,13). You must want above anything else to surrender to the Spirit - hungering and thirsting to do what God wants (Matthew 5:6) ie. to be filled with the Spirit rather than be filled with self. Confess your sins, so that you can be forgiven and cleansed (1 John 1:7). If a vessel is to be filled with something it must be emptied of what is already there: so if there is anything in your life which displaces the Spirit you must be willing for God to empty you of these things, so you can become 'poor in spirit' (Matthew 5:3). You must renounce the 'world, the flesh and the devil'. And all this is done with the same faith by which you received the Spirit in the first place, when you became a Christian (Mark 11:24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, the Spirit comes upon them in an experience of power, love and deep emotion. With others, it is a quiet, determined, almost matter-of-fact transaction. The great saints in the past experienced the Spirit in many and varied ways. The reality of the Spirit's fullness is a matter of faith, and then discipline. Derek Prince tells of two neighbours, one with a beautiful garden, the next overgrown with weeds. The first watered his flowers with a watering-can, laboriously and regularly. The other had a hose, and a powerful water supply, but was slack, undisciplined. The question is not your experience of the Spirit in the past, but are you living a disciplined, Spirit-controlled life in the present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I ask someone to lay hands on me to receive the fullness of the Spirit? Why not? Such 'laying on of hands' to receive God's gifts happened in the biblical stories. Just make sure the hands laid on you belong to someone filled with goodness and faith. Being filled with the Spirit is not a sideshow act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we read the book of Acts, being filled with the Spirit was a very definite experience (see 2:4, 4:8, 31, 6:3-5, 9:17, 11:24). It wasn't just for leaders but for everyone (Acts 2:4, cf. 2:39; 13:52). Being filled with the Spirit enables us to live a God-honouring life rather than one serving our own desires (Galatians 5:16). Being filled with the Spirit gives us power for service and witness (Acts 1:8). Jesus said ask, seek, knock; the Father wants to give the Holy Spirit to all who ask him (Luke 11:13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spirit of the living God, &lt;br /&gt;fall afresh on me: &lt;br /&gt;break me, melt me, mould me, fill me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au"&gt;Rowland Croucher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further Reading: David Watson, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One in the Spirit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Believe in the Church&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ru3mXFCUrBI/AAAAAAAABCE/Mz7k3gQX9XI/s1600-h/filled+holy+Spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ru3mXFCUrBI/AAAAAAAABCE/Mz7k3gQX9XI/s400/filled+holy+Spirit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110994436298681362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-3957781670133631873?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3957781670133631873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=3957781670133631873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3957781670133631873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3957781670133631873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/be-filled-with-holy-spirit.html' title='BE FILLED WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ru3mXFCUrBI/AAAAAAAABCE/Mz7k3gQX9XI/s72-c/filled+holy+Spirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-3933615896934493381</id><published>2007-09-14T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:01:36.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COUNSELLING'/><title type='text'>HOW TO HELP YOUR FRIEND - AND OTHERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGCRps8bHI/AAAAAAAABIU/lVba4EEl3XQ/s1600-h/counselling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGCRps8bHI/AAAAAAAABIU/lVba4EEl3XQ/s400/counselling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125521090688085106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of his novels Somerset Maugham wrote this epitaph to some of the characters: 'These folk had done nothing and when they died, it was just as if they had never been." Christianity has always taught that the good deeds we have not done will damn us as much as the evil deeds we have done. What a waste - to have lived only one short life on this planet and to have lived it uselessly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest need in our time is not for preaching, nor for service on behalf of justice, nor for the experience of the Spirit's gifts. The greatest need of our time is for koinonia - to love one another, and to offer our lives for the sake of those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An understanding of Christian concern for others begins with the character of God. Ours is a 'social God', relating within the community of the Trinity, and, in the Incarnation of Jesus Christ, with the people on this planet. Jesus came with a mandate to preach, liberate and heal (Luke 4:18-19) and commissions his followers to do the same as he did (John 20:21). So the church, the body of Christ, does in its world what Jesus did in his: no more, no less. It adopts Jesus' stance towards others: that of a servant. And it will be called into account at the Great Judgment relative to the presence or absence of ministries of compassion to those who need what we can give (Matthew 25:31-46).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Compassion' comes from the Latin pati and cum - 'to suffer with'. The church takes Jesus as its model for compassion. Twelve times in the gospels, Jesus or his Father-God are said to be 'moved with compassion' for worried and helpless people (for example Matthew 9:36). Our Lord sends his followers into the world to 'be compassionate as your Father is compassionate' (Luke 6:36).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does compassion work? In the same way as God's does: Jesus is sent into the world to be with us. He emptied himself and became a servant (Philippians 2). That gives us dignity: we must be worth a lot if he is willing to be our slave! He says to us: 'I will be with you always until the end of the age' (Matthew 28:20). We are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So compassion is more than sympathy - 'feeling sorry' for others. It's not 'pity' for someone weak or inferior. Compassion is a 'doing verb' - relieving the pain of others, not just emoting about it. But it's more than 'helping the less fortunate' - that's elitist and paternalistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGCRps8bHI/AAAAAAAABIU/lVba4EEl3XQ/s1600-h/counselling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGCRps8bHI/AAAAAAAABIU/lVba4EEl3XQ/s400/counselling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125521090688085106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion, says Matthew Fox, is the world's richest energy source. A few days before his death, Rabbi and scholar Abraham Heschel said, 'There is an old idea in Judaism that God suffers when we suffer... Even when a criminal is hanged in the gallows, God cries. God identifies himself with the misery on this earth. I can help God by reducing human suffering, human anguish and human misery'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much pain - where do I start? In the Matthew text describing Jesus' compassion (9:35-38), our Lord then turns to his disciples and says 'There's so much to do, and so few do it, pray!' First, pray! Prayer tunes us in to the heart of God. Prayer helps us focus on others and their needs. Prayer turns frustration and anger into hope. A by-product of prayer is peace, without which we will never act appropriately in an unjust world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called, to use an image of Thomas Merton's, motivated and empowered by the love of God to be involved in the sufferings of the world because it is the aim of God's love to reset the broken bones of humanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But humanity's brokenness is almost infinite. If a helper is not careful he or she will be 'spattered all over the wall of needfulness' as one therapist puts it. Shakespeare was right (in Measure for Measure): 'Good counsellors lack no clients.' An important habit for good counsellors is to find a time and a place each day, each week and each year for varying periods of solitude. Great people-helpers like Mother Teresa or Dom Helder Camara are great because of their disciplined private prayer. Have you ever noticed the remarkable statement in Luke 5:15-16: 'Many crowds would gather to hear Jesus and be cured of their diseases. But he would withdraw to deserted places and pray'. Imagine that! The greatest healer of them all left people unhealed to get himself together alone in the presence of God. There's an important lesson there for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's get practical. Here are some golden rules for people-helpers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caring friend is worth ten uncaring 'professionals': your help will make a difference! (But learn when you have moved beyond your expertise, and need to refer the other to a more skilled helper.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't ever be an 'expert' on people's problems: a lifetime is too short to understand all that you should know about psychology and counselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian counsellor has three roles - listening, befriending and 'shepherding'. As a listener you hear, deeply, what the other is really saying - especially any agenda 'behind the words'. As friend, you share your journey and your struggles - but only when you have earned that right and it is appropriate. A shepherd or pastor, with the proper authority and on the right occasion, may share biblical insights. The three roles are expressed as 'I hear you saying...', 'I want to say...'. 'God says...' ('what you think, what I think, what God thinks'). But don't be 'trigger-happy' with Scripture: don't use Bible texts as weapons (or as magic pills!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only rarely (and when you're more experienced) give advice: you are not God; you might get sued these days if the advice is lethal; and the person must 'own' their growth and changes rather than depend on your 'parenting' them. Your aim is to encourage the counsellee to stand on his/her own two feet as soon as possible, without your constant support. Some people are actually best helped by being left alone (particularly those who 'hug their hurts' and who are constant attention-seekers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGCRps8bHI/AAAAAAAABIU/lVba4EEl3XQ/s1600-h/counselling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGCRps8bHI/AAAAAAAABIU/lVba4EEl3XQ/s400/counselling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125521090688085106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed back words and phrases that indicate you're tracking with the counsellee: 'You're saying that...' 'What I hear is...' 'So you feel...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be judgmental: never be shocked; accept the person totally, even if you can't accept their behaviour. If something makes you very angry or anxious or fearful, there may be some unfinished business somewhere in your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for 'transference' (when someone dumps emotions on you that don't belong to you) and 'counter-transference' (when you respond by getting emotionally 'hooked' by the counsellee.) Check with a counselling supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware the 'redeemer complex' - getting in deep with others' problems to satisfy your own needs. Be 'empathetic' rather than 'sympathetic'. Sympathy may be a selfish emotion. If you're getting too involved emotionally, or if you are sexually attracted to a counsellee you may have to refer to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a person tells you in confidence must not be repeated to anyone else (except to an experienced supervisor with the counsellee's consent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more formal counselling interview have some sort of understanding/contract/covenant. I sometimes find myself saying to someone who's never been to a counsellor, 'Feel free to talk about anything: but you don't have to if you're not comfortable. If I ask something you don't want to explore, you can simply "pass". I may not be the best person to help: but I'll tell you when I can't and when someone else might have different skills or insights'. (Incidentally, after about 16 thousand hours of pastoral counselling, this helper can't remember anyone 'passing'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, experienced counsellors find the 'fifty-minute hour' best: most of the healing in therapy happens between sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a general rule, I would not advise counselling someone of the opposite sex alone: have someone else 'around' (in the next room, or with you as a co-counsellor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for (and, if appropriate, with) your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish every session on a realistically hopeful note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, become a whole person yourself. Get in touch with your feelings, your 'scripting', your motivations, your sexuality, your besetting sins. Ideally, see a spiritual director regularly. Get to know God. Learn to grow into the sort of spiritual maturity that is less and less affected by praise or blame: the less you expect, the less you'll be disappointed (saints expect nothing - or anything - and are rarely disappointed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGCRps8bHI/AAAAAAAABIU/lVba4EEl3XQ/s1600-h/counselling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGCRps8bHI/AAAAAAAABIU/lVba4EEl3XQ/s400/counselling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125521090688085106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One psychotherapist summarises the marks of a 'therapeutic therapist' as follows: they have found their own way; possess self-respect and self-appreciation; are able to be powerful; are open to change; are expanding their awareness of self and others; are willing and able to tolerate ambiguity; have an identity; are capable of nonpossessive empathy... They are alive! They are authentic, real, congruent, sincere, and honest; are able to give and receive love; live in the present; make mistakes and are willing to admit them; are able to become deeply involved in their work and their creative projects; are able to reinvent themselves; have the ability to be emotionally present for others; are in the process of making choices that shape their life; challenge unreasonable assumptions rather than submitting to them; and have a sincere interest in the welfare of others. (Gerald Corey, Theory and Practice of Counselling and Psychotherapy, Monterey, California: Brooks/Cole, 1982, pp. 269-71)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you live - and help others to grow - all the days of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpted from Rowland Croucher, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Live! More Meditations and Prayers for Christians&lt;/span&gt;, Melbourne: JBCE, 1993, chapter 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the full chapter visit &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/8541.htm"&gt;here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-3933615896934493381?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3933615896934493381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=3933615896934493381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3933615896934493381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3933615896934493381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-help-your-friend-and-others.html' title='HOW TO HELP YOUR FRIEND - AND OTHERS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RyGCRps8bHI/AAAAAAAABIU/lVba4EEl3XQ/s72-c/counselling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-8131205629497568832</id><published>2007-07-18T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:46:22.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BABY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHILDREN'/><title type='text'>CHILDREN SEE, CHILDREN DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SQVHbA4MAfI/AAAAAAAABnM/ost41g9OUCg/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SQVHbA4MAfI/AAAAAAAABnM/ost41g9OUCg/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261690269070000626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVmZXaZZfsI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVmZXaZZfsI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, 'My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One is Evil.  It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rqq6T3ktPcI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nwiPSroOOVA/s1600-h/cherokee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rqq6T3ktPcI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nwiPSroOOVA/s400/cherokee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092087179193957826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The grand son thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: 'Which wolf wins?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Cherokee simply replied, 'The one you feed.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-8131205629497568832?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8131205629497568832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=8131205629497568832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8131205629497568832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/8131205629497568832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/children-see-children-do.html' title='CHILDREN SEE, CHILDREN DO'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SQVHbA4MAfI/AAAAAAAABnM/ost41g9OUCg/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-4456126500069517638</id><published>2007-07-11T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T01:20:11.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DISABILITY'/><title type='text'>LIVING WITH A DISABILITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll make sure I don't grizzle about anything today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au"&gt;Rowland Croucher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHAT AN AMAZING STORY OF THIS YOUNG (AUSTRALIAN) MAN'S INNER STRENGTH AND COURAGE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Video below...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Nick Vujicic and I give God the Glory for how He has used my&lt;br /&gt;testimony to touch thousands of hearts around the world! I was born without&lt;br /&gt;limbs and doctors have no medical explanation for this birth "defect". As&lt;br /&gt;you can imagine, I was faced with many challenges and obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;"Consider it pure joy, my Brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....To count our hurt, pain and struggle as nothing but pure joy? As my&lt;br /&gt;parents were Christians, and my Dad even a Pastor of our church, they knew&lt;br /&gt;that verse very well. However, on the morning of the 4th of December 1982 in&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne (Australia), the last two words on the minds of my parents was&lt;br /&gt;"Praise God!". Their firstborn son had been born without limbs! There were&lt;br /&gt;no warnings or time to prepare themselves for it. The doctors we shocked and&lt;br /&gt;had no answers at all! There is still no medical reason why this had&lt;br /&gt;happened and Nick now has a Brother and Sister who were born just like any&lt;br /&gt;other baby. &lt;br /&gt;The whole church mourned over my birth and my parents were absolutely&lt;br /&gt;devastated. Everyone asked, "if God is a God of Love, then why would God let&lt;br /&gt;something this bad happen to not just anyone, but dedicated Christians?" My&lt;br /&gt;Dad thought I wouldn't survive for very long, but tests proved that I was a&lt;br /&gt;healthy baby boy just with a few limbs missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understandably, my parents had strong concern and evident fears of what kind&lt;br /&gt;of life I'd be able to lead. God provided them strength, wisdom and courage&lt;br /&gt;through those early years and soon after that I was old enough to go to&lt;br /&gt;school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law in Australia didn't allow me to be integrated into a main-stream&lt;br /&gt;school because of my physical disability. God did miracles and gave my Mom&lt;br /&gt;the strength to fight for the law to be changed. I was one of the first&lt;br /&gt;disabled students to be integrated into a main-stream school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked going to school, and just try to live life like everyone else, but&lt;br /&gt;it was in my early years of school where I encountered uncomfortable times&lt;br /&gt;of feeling rejected, weird and bullied because of my physical difference. It&lt;br /&gt;was very hard for me to get used to, but with the support of my parents, I&lt;br /&gt;started to develop attitudes and values which helped me overcome these&lt;br /&gt;challenging times. I knew that I was different but on the inside I was just&lt;br /&gt;like everyone else. There were many times when I felt so low that I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;go to school just so I didn't have to face all the negative attention. I was&lt;br /&gt;encouraged by my parents to ignore them and to try start making friends by&lt;br /&gt;just talking with some kids. Soon the students realized that I was just like&lt;br /&gt;them, and starting there God kept on blessing me with new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I felt depressed and angry because I couldn't change&lt;br /&gt;the way I was, or blame anyone for that matter. I went to Sunday School and&lt;br /&gt;learned that God loves us all and that He cares for you. I understood that&lt;br /&gt;love to a point as a child, but I didn't understand that if God loved me why&lt;br /&gt;did He make me like this? Is it because I did something wrong? I thought I&lt;br /&gt;must have because out of all the kids at school, I'm the only weird one. I&lt;br /&gt;felt like I was a burden to those around me and the sooner I go, the better&lt;br /&gt;it'd be for everyone. I wanted to end my pain and end my life at a young&lt;br /&gt;age, but I am thankful once again, for my parents and family who were always&lt;br /&gt;there to comfort me and give me strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my emotional struggles I had experienced with bullying, self esteem&lt;br /&gt;and loneliness, God has implanted a passion of sharing my story and&lt;br /&gt;experiences to help others cope with whatever challenge they have in their&lt;br /&gt;life and let God turn it into a blessing. To encourage and inspire others to&lt;br /&gt;live to their fullest potential and not let anything get in the way of&lt;br /&gt;accomplishing their hopes and dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first lessons that I have learnt was not to take things for&lt;br /&gt;granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the best for those who love&lt;br /&gt;Him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That verse spoke to my heart and convicted me to the point where that I know&lt;br /&gt;that there is no such thing as luck, chance or coincidence that these "bad"&lt;br /&gt;things happen in our life. &lt;br /&gt;I had complete peace knowing that God won't let anything happen to us in our&lt;br /&gt;life unless He has a good purpose for it all. I completely gave my life to&lt;br /&gt;Christ at the age of fifteen after reading John 9. Jesus said that the&lt;br /&gt;reason the man was born blind was "so that the works of God may be revealed&lt;br /&gt;through Him." I truly believed that God would heal me so I could be a great&lt;br /&gt;testimony of His Awesome Power. Later on I was given the wisdom to&lt;br /&gt;understand that if we pray for something, if it's God's will, it'll happen&lt;br /&gt;in His time. If it's not God's will for it to happen, then I know that He&lt;br /&gt;has something better.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I now see that Glory revealed as He is using me just the way I am and in&lt;br /&gt;ways others can't be used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now twenty-three years old and have completed a Bachelor of Commerce&lt;br /&gt;majoring in Financial Planning and Accounting. I am also a motivational&lt;br /&gt;speaker and love to go out and share my story and testimony wherever&lt;br /&gt;opportunities become available. I have developed talks to relate to and&lt;br /&gt;encourage students through topics that challenge today's teenagers. I am&lt;br /&gt;also a speaker in the corporate sector. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a passion for reaching out to youth and keep myself available for&lt;br /&gt;whatever God wants me to do, and wherever He leads, I follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many dreams and goals that I have set to achieve in my life. I want&lt;br /&gt;to become the best witness I can be of God's Love and Hope, to become an&lt;br /&gt;international inspirational speaker and be used as a vessel in both&lt;br /&gt;Christian and non-Christian venues. I want to become financially independent&lt;br /&gt;by the age of 25, through real estate investments, to modify a car for me to&lt;br /&gt;drive and to be interviewed and share my story on the "Oprah Winfrey Show"!&lt;br /&gt;Writing several best-selling books has been one of my dreams and I hope to&lt;br /&gt;finish writing my first by the end of the year. It will be called "No Arms,&lt;br /&gt;No Legs, No Worries!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you have the desire and passion to do something, and if&lt;br /&gt;it's God's will, you will achieve it in good time. As humans, we continually&lt;br /&gt;put limits on ourselves for no reason at all! What's worse is putting limits&lt;br /&gt;on God who can do all things. We put God in a "box". The awesome thing about&lt;br /&gt;the Power of God, is that if we want to do something for God, instead of&lt;br /&gt;focusing on our capability, concentrate on our availability for we know that&lt;br /&gt;it is God through us and we can't do anything without Him. Once we make&lt;br /&gt;ourselves available for God's work, guess whose capabilities we rely on?&lt;br /&gt;God's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord Bless you&lt;br /&gt;In Christ, &lt;br /&gt;Nick Vujicic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vY5Uo1PfZuY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vY5Uo1PfZuY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7668133414808372958&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-4456126500069517638?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4456126500069517638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=4456126500069517638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4456126500069517638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/4456126500069517638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/living-with-disability.html' title='LIVING WITH A DISABILITY'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-2168813963684948351</id><published>2007-06-27T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:45:07.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONFIDENCE'/><title type='text'>YOU CAN DO IT PAUL POTTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9oxTy7KIAaA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9oxTy7KIAaA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO CAN YOU, CONNIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWNoiVrJDsE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWNoiVrJDsE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANOTHER ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-2168813963684948351?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2168813963684948351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=2168813963684948351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/2168813963684948351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/2168813963684948351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-confident-you-can-do-it.html' title='YOU CAN DO IT PAUL POTTS!'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-7947267491174238958</id><published>2007-06-19T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:49:28.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURNOUT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE FOR GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STRESS'/><title type='text'>HOW TO COPE WITH STRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SAB3UGq4rWI/AAAAAAAABaE/vjfGuen4rEI/s1600-h/stressed+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SAB3UGq4rWI/AAAAAAAABaE/vjfGuen4rEI/s400/stressed+cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188277958002388322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STRESS &amp; BURNOUT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the powerpoint notes for a seminar I've just prepared for Urban Neighbours of Hope (a missional group our daughter Lindy ministers with). They're in note-form, but you'll get the message):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. WHAT IS STRESS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt;. We all experience pressure. It's how you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;manage&lt;/span&gt; pressure that's the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hurry-sickness&lt;/span&gt; / Needing more than God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need more than God? Because parents / teachers / significant others told  us we were not OK unless we achieved this or that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHAT IS BURNOUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional Exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do so many feel they’re ‘running on empty?’ Because they don't have a match-up between emotional input and emotional output&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY-OF-ORIGIN EXPERIENCES ARE THE KEY TO LOVE, FAITH, HOPE: YOU CANNOT LIVE YOUR LIFE AS IF YOUR CHILDHOOD/ ADOLESCENT EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER… CAN GOD SAVE/HEAL US FROM CHILDHOOD DEPRIVATION/ TRAUMA? YES… ‘IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO HAVE A HAPPY CHILDHOOD’… BUT AGAIN… ‘AS THE TWIG IS BENT…’&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077695207140460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2. THE MAIN KEY: LOVE – FOR GOD, OTHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOVING GOD (= WORSHIP): THE 9 TESTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We love God by loving other people (and you love God just as much as you love the person you love least!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Jesus said if we love him we will obey him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you love someone you'll want to linger in their company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our speech is an index of our loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you love someone you'll love what they have created (yourself, this beautiful earth etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you love someone who is absent you'll long for their return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The 'idolatry test' asks 'what other, competing, loves turn me on?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Loving another means you'll forgive them when they do something you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The ultimate test is martyrdom: who or what am I prepared to die for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;0 God, I love thee, I love thee &lt;br /&gt;Not out of hope of heaven for me&lt;br /&gt;Not fearing not to love and be&lt;br /&gt;In the everlasting burning.&lt;br /&gt;Thou, thou, my Jesus, after me&lt;br /&gt;Didst reach thine arms out dying,&lt;br /&gt;For my sake sufferedst nails and lance,&lt;br /&gt;Mocked and marred countenance, &lt;br /&gt;Sorrows passing number,&lt;br /&gt;Sweat and care and cumber,&lt;br /&gt;Yea and death, and this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thou couldst see me sinning:&lt;br /&gt;Then I, why should not I love thee,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, so much in love with me?&lt;br /&gt;Not for heaven's sake; not to be&lt;br /&gt;Out of hell by loving thee;&lt;br /&gt;Not for any gains I see;&lt;br /&gt;But just the way that thou didst love me&lt;br /&gt;I, I do love and I will love thee:&lt;br /&gt;What must I love thee, Lord, for then?&lt;br /&gt;For being my king and God. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Manley Hopkins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOVE FOR OTHERS&lt;/span&gt;: If you were in a court of law charged with being a Christian, and one of the tests was 'love for others' what evidence would be used to convict you?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077695207140460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOVE OF SELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of Self for Self’s Sake &lt;br /&gt;Love of God for Self’s Sake &lt;br /&gt;Love of God for God's Sake &lt;br /&gt;Love of Self for God's Sake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The twelfth-century monk Bernard of Clairvaux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALUE? GIFTS? LIMITS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077695207140460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. EVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* PEOPLE OF THE LIE&lt;br /&gt;* INJUSTICE&lt;br /&gt;* MONEY / SEX / POWER&lt;br /&gt;* EXTERNALIZING FEAR, GUILT, ANGER, GRIEF&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077695207140460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5. MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEOLOGY - spiritually healthy thinking about God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COGNITIVE RESTRUCTURING – changing your thinking (paradigm shifts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077695207140460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. PERSONAL GROWTH AND RISK-TAKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;20 ASPECTS OF MENTORING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God helps us through others:&lt;br /&gt;1. Father, especially in the area of self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;2. Mother, nurturing&lt;br /&gt;3. Spiritual Director, 'discernment of spirits'&lt;br /&gt;4. Prayer Partner, prayerful support&lt;br /&gt;5. Mate/spouse/siblings, intimacy, 'sharing'&lt;br /&gt;6. Friend, support in life's trials and recreation&lt;br /&gt;7. Mentor, skill-development&lt;br /&gt;8. Supervisor, accountability&lt;br /&gt;9. Counsellor, behaviour&lt;br /&gt;10. Encourager, emotional strength for the journey&lt;br /&gt;11. Role-model, life-skills&lt;br /&gt;12. Small Group, mutual prayer, brain-storming, reality-checking&lt;br /&gt;13. Ministry Team, vocational support&lt;br /&gt;14. Coach, specific skill-development&lt;br /&gt;15. Sponsor, opening opportunities for ministry&lt;br /&gt;16. Teacher/Master, development of understandings&lt;br /&gt;17. Consultant, advice from someone with a wider perspective&lt;br /&gt;18. Bishop/Board, authority&lt;br /&gt;19. Pastor, soul-nourishment&lt;br /&gt;20. Faith Community, a sense of belonging&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077695207140460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;7. TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Picture and the Frame (In Western cultures we often think of time as the 'frame' within which we achieve things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message of the Bible: there are four dimensions to time - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronos - measurable time&lt;br /&gt;Kairos - the appropriate time&lt;br /&gt;Aion - God's time in our time&lt;br /&gt;Telos - the 'omega point', end-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077695207140460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;8. GOALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life: what do you want to see happen? If you aim nowhere, you're bound to hit the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But if you set specific goals and don’t reach them… what then?)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077695207140460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;9. REST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Luke 5:15-16: Jesus had something more important to do that heal or teach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabbath-keeping: who do we think we are that we have to work harder than God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation/Contemplation: the practice of stillness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: you should, in an ideal world, get enough sleep not to need an alarm to wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet/Exercise: the fuel you put into your body is an index of the worth of the gift of your God-given physical being. And exercise-to-perspire three times a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: it's a good idea to have a pleasurable distraction from work (what's yours?)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RneY41tPiaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/t90NHGw4uTg/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077695207140460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;10. JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: ‘A great evil in the world is people taking themselves too seriously’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/catalog/section/hm1.htm"&gt;humor section&lt;/a&gt; of the JMM website – 4,000 funny jokes/stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ENJOY YOUR LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;(YOU’LL NEVER GET OUT OF IT ALIVE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-7947267491174238958?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7947267491174238958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=7947267491174238958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7947267491174238958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7947267491174238958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-cope-with-stress.html' title='HOW TO COPE WITH STRESS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SAB3UGq4rWI/AAAAAAAABaE/vjfGuen4rEI/s72-c/stressed+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-1786117732963975726</id><published>2007-06-13T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:31:48.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MASTURBATION'/><title type='text'>MASTURBATION: A CHRISTIAN PERSPECTIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Masturbation is nothing to be ashamed of. It's not something to be particularly proud of, either.'&lt;/span&gt; (Matt Groening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RnCHSVtPiVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/mX3GtDtHerg/s1600-h/GUILT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RnCHSVtPiVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/mX3GtDtHerg/s400/GUILT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075705529180850514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a brand of milk in Australia called 'Big M'. On the 'Net, there's also a big M, masturbation. The following (from various newsgroups) are typical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Addicted To Masturbation'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 'I am a born again Christian and pornography is probably the one of the toughest issues that I and probably everyone else face. The Lord let me know that pornography was no longer something I needed nor was it EVER good for me. I used to be the guy with a drawer full of Playboys in the bathroom and I would masturbate every day! I also know that all of my friends have most of their problems when it comes to pornographic and other sexual issues. I am telling you that the Devil is really pouring on his attack right now and everyday it's getting a little easier to get your hands on some of the junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I threw out every shred of pornography and cleaned out my hard drive quite some time ago, I notice that my addiction to masturbation has in no way been broken. The Devil is sneaky and it's absolutely true that he attacks from behind and little by little people become enslaved. I am not concerned any longer about salvation (I am a believer and know the grace of the Lord - that is faith and not works)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have remained a virgin through all of this for which I am VERY thankful, but I know that Christ reigns in glorious victory and I wish to become stronger in His Spirit and I NEED some help all of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that sex is everywhere!! I don't need to look at pornography. I can open a People magazine and start to masturbate although I may not EVEN HAVE ANY DESIRE to do some other then psychologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I was on the Internet just about 30 minutes ago and I was running all over the place looking for some pornography. Just a naked body, that's all I wanted to see. I knew that it was certainly not a good thing, but I find more and more porn every time I look and after I was through masturbating I knew things were just not right and that I need some extra insight into this particular struggle of mine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** And another: 'I have been wondering why God has made the mechanism of women having menstruations and men having wet dreams and yet call it "unclean" as in the book of Leviticus. I guess the "unclean" here refers to poor hygiene and not sin. Regarding masturbation, I know that lust is a form of adultery and thinking about the act before putting it into action may be a sin, but what about "fantasies"? Are fantasies sinful? And if it's just the action and mechanism alone, is masturbation still sinful? I believe some of you out there would think that God does not give boys penises to "play with themselves" but eventually make love with a women and masturbation is actually misusing the organ, then isn't sucking our thumb, bitting our fingernails sinful too? Men have sex drives and it is very very difficult to control it, and if the penis is only for sex alone (as well as urination) then why did God give us the ability to erect (babies as well) even if we are not having sex? Why doesn't he make it that only married men can have sex? Why does he give people sexual feelings before marriage?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** A single woman, in her forties, a staff-member in a fundamentalist church came for counseling. She'd been referred by her senior pastor, who didn't know her 'problem', and she didn't want to tell him, but she said she 'needed to talk to someone about something.' She sat nervously on the edge of the chair, briefly sketched some aspects of her history, and then paused for a long time. Eventually she stuttered: 'Actually my problem's a terrible one. My church preaches that I'll go to hell for doing this... It's the 'big M'.' 'Oh,' I said, 'masturbation'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the full article &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/4884.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-1786117732963975726?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1786117732963975726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=1786117732963975726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1786117732963975726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1786117732963975726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/masturbation-christian-perspective.html' title='MASTURBATION: A CHRISTIAN PERSPECTIVE'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RnCHSVtPiVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/mX3GtDtHerg/s72-c/GUILT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-7550130522794790711</id><published>2007-06-13T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:40:14.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPINESS'/><title type='text'>HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rm_RZ1tPiUI/AAAAAAAAAuc/q6ym9I6DvRE/s1600-h/kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rm_RZ1tPiUI/AAAAAAAAAuc/q6ym9I6DvRE/s400/kittens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075505546913614146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A YOUNG MAN ASKED ARISTOTLE 'WHY SHOULD I DO RIGHT RATHER THAN WRONG?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PHILOSOPHER ANSWERED, 'WHOEVER ASKS SUCH A QUESTION SHOULD BE ANSWERED, NOT WITH A REASON, BUT WITH A STICK!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-7550130522794790711?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7550130522794790711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=7550130522794790711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7550130522794790711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7550130522794790711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rm_RZ1tPiUI/AAAAAAAAAuc/q6ym9I6DvRE/s72-c/kittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-7769162946357300681</id><published>2007-06-10T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:44:32.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OTHERS'/><title type='text'>WE NEED EACH OTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RmzxaltPiFI/AAAAAAAAAsk/W_Gxe8_eAqU/s1600-h/TWO+HORSES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RmzxaltPiFI/AAAAAAAAAsk/W_Gxe8_eAqU/s400/TWO+HORSES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074696319240472658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Just up the          road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;From a          distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your          car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite          amazing....Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is          blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a          good home for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;This alone is          amazing. If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a          bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it          comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to the horse's          halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other          horse is, so he can follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;As you stand          and watch these two friends, you'll see that the horse with the bell is          always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen          for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that          he will not be led astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;When the horse          with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening it stops          occasionally and looks back making sure that the blind friend isn’t too          far behind to hear the bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Like the owners          of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not          perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us          and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Sometimes we          are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who          God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping          others to find their way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Good friends          are like that... You may not always see them, but you know they are          always there. Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;And remember...          Be kinder than necessary - everyone you meet is fighting some kind of          battle.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Jack the AZBeeman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We need another to listen to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SZoIG9jbj5I/AAAAAAAACe0/mJH4xzjXwig/s1600-h/finally_found_a_friend+at+least+he+pretends+to+listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SZoIG9jbj5I/AAAAAAAACe0/mJH4xzjXwig/s400/finally_found_a_friend+at+least+he+pretends+to+listen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303560426877587346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-7769162946357300681?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7769162946357300681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=7769162946357300681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7769162946357300681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/7769162946357300681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-need-each-other.html' title='WE NEED EACH OTHER'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RmzxaltPiFI/AAAAAAAAAsk/W_Gxe8_eAqU/s72-c/TWO+HORSES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-9011239359951907331</id><published>2007-05-15T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:38:42.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELPLESSNESS'/><title type='text'>LIVING WITH HELPLESSNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SC7DlG38WkI/AAAAAAAABgc/yPH_i1Swx3U/s1600-h/DONKEY+IN+THE+AIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SC7DlG38WkI/AAAAAAAABgc/yPH_i1Swx3U/s400/DONKEY+IN+THE+AIR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201309661927332418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SC7DIm38WjI/AAAAAAAABgU/nI3hy5Qob7s/s1600-h/INJURED+CYCLIST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SC7DIm38WjI/AAAAAAAABgU/nI3hy5Qob7s/s400/INJURED+CYCLIST.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201309172301060658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of your tether, sing along with this well-known hymn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqpKSWX-pZY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqpKSWX-pZY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-9011239359951907331?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9011239359951907331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=9011239359951907331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/9011239359951907331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/9011239359951907331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/living-with-helplessness.html' title='LIVING WITH HELPLESSNESS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SC7DlG38WkI/AAAAAAAABgc/yPH_i1Swx3U/s72-c/DONKEY+IN+THE+AIR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-1828155627081081052</id><published>2007-05-15T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:08:06.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DROWNING'/><title type='text'>DROWNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpZaVTqazI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OW8FoRaKTOA/s1600-h/487_Life_preserver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpZaVTqazI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OW8FoRaKTOA/s400/487_Life_preserver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064959039862631218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpY81TqayI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RCdvVOwJ3NY/s1600-h/drowning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpY81TqayI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RCdvVOwJ3NY/s400/drowning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064958533056490274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-1828155627081081052?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1828155627081081052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=1828155627081081052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1828155627081081052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1828155627081081052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/drowning.html' title='DROWNING'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpZaVTqazI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OW8FoRaKTOA/s72-c/487_Life_preserver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-1104721226705515331</id><published>2007-05-15T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:08:32.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIME'/><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpYnVTqaxI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nntvpAyvjn8/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpYnVTqaxI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nntvpAyvjn8/s400/clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064958163689302802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-1104721226705515331?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1104721226705515331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=1104721226705515331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1104721226705515331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1104721226705515331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpYnVTqaxI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nntvpAyvjn8/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-1053312078254521159</id><published>2007-05-15T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:03:05.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRAZY'/><title type='text'>AM I GOING CRAZY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SBj6hcbIpAI/AAAAAAAABcM/gYyoahQkPDo/s1600-h/retards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SBj6hcbIpAI/AAAAAAAABcM/gYyoahQkPDo/s400/retards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195177622644499458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpXiFTqavI/AAAAAAAAAa4/R1vbLxvjAyA/s1600-h/CRAZY.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpXiFTqavI/AAAAAAAAAa4/R1vbLxvjAyA/s400/CRAZY.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064956973983361778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-1053312078254521159?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1053312078254521159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=1053312078254521159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1053312078254521159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1053312078254521159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-i-going-crazy.html' title='AM I GOING CRAZY?'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/SBj6hcbIpAI/AAAAAAAABcM/gYyoahQkPDo/s72-c/retards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-5228114091147111555</id><published>2007-05-15T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:55:24.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAILURE'/><title type='text'>HOW TO HANDLE FAILURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpXDVTqauI/AAAAAAAAAaw/G5Htg-zuKww/s1600-h/failing+paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpXDVTqauI/AAAAAAAAAaw/G5Htg-zuKww/s400/failing+paper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064956445702384354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of any kind, consider it nothing but joy, because you know that the testing of your faith produces endurance; and let endurance have its full effect, so that you may be mature and complete, lacking in nothing. &lt;br /&gt;We are a success... even though we may seem to be failures. &lt;br /&gt;What is prized by human beings is an abomination in the sight of God. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone has sinned, and is far away from God's presence... but God has shown how much he loves us - it was while we were sinners that Christ died for us. Of his own free will he gave up all he had, and took the nature of a servant. &lt;br /&gt;He... appeared in human likeness. He was humble and walked the path of obedience all the way to death - his death on the cross. For this reason God raised him to the highest place above and gave him the name that is greater than any other name. &lt;br /&gt;There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear; for fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not reached perfection in love. &lt;br /&gt;I sought the Lord and he answered me, and delivered me from all my fears. Do not fear, for I am with you, do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you... for I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, 'Do not fear, I will help you'. &lt;br /&gt;So let us not become tired of doing good; for if we do not give up, the time will come when we will reap the harvest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:2-4 NRSV; 2 Corinthians 13:7; GNB Luke 16:15 NRSV; Romans 3:23, Romans 5:8 GNB; Philippians 2:7-8 GNB; 1 John 4:18 NRSV; Psalm 34:4 NRSV; Isaiah 41:10, 13 NRSV; Galatians 6:9 GNB &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpW31TqatI/AAAAAAAAAao/1-ctbTdiQmo/s1600-h/FAIL.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpW31TqatI/AAAAAAAAAao/1-ctbTdiQmo/s400/FAIL.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064956248133888722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We regret we are unable to give you the weather. We rely on weather reports from the airport, which is closed because of the weather. Whether we are able to give you the weather tomorrow depends on the weather.' That, says Stephen Pile in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Book of Heroic Failures&lt;/span&gt; is an accurate transcript of a news bulletin in a Middle Eastern country. Pile's book is a salute to spectacular human failure. 'Success', he writes, 'is overrated. Everyone craves it despite daily proof that humans' true genius lies in quite the opposite direction. Incompetence is what we are good at...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln experienced failure after failure - for twenty-eight years! In 1833 his business failed. In 1836 he had a nervous breakdown. He failed to be elected as speaker in 1838. He lost re-nomination to Congress in 1848, and was rejected for Land Officer in 1849. But he 'hung in there'. In 1854 he was defeated for the Senate. Two years later he lost the nomination for Vice-President, and was again defeated in the Senate elections of 1858. But he was elected President in 1860, and went on to become America's best-known leader ever. Failure is inevitable in our broken world. While we should not seek failure or despise success, a Christian is called to be faithful, not necessarily successful. Jesus was tempted to be a 'successful' Messiah, but chose rather to be a faithful and obedient servant. Those who cheered him on Palm Sunday had to learn he was not on his way to a throne in Jerusalem, but to a cross on Golgotha. (But the cross was the greatest victory in human history). And he promised his followers three things: constant trouble and constant joy (because of his constant presence). We moderns have been seduced into thinking that, properly-organized, life can be trouble-free. Psychotherapist M. Scott Peck (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Road Less Travelled&lt;/span&gt;) says our society doesn't believe life should be difficult, or that solving problems gives life meaning. Neurosis, Carl Jung used to say, is always a substitute for legitimate suffering. It is difficult for most people to survive either success or failure. We (Western) humans have an inordinate need to demonstrate our worth by performance. We strive to be luminaries, rather than letting our light shine. We are what we do and achieve. And we have an insatiable appetite for approval: much of the way we behave is a veiled means of soliciting compliments. Many spend all their waking hours willing themselves to succeed or fearing failure. (Our dreams continue these themes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who said 'It's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game', but I reckon most modern sporting clubs wouldn't want that fellow in their team. We love winners. Remember Jack Dempsey, the 'Manassa Mauler'? He was the world heavyweight boxing champion, and he came up with the best definition of a champion I have heard: 'A champion is a guy who gets up when he can't'. Falling isn't failing, but staying down is... We are as good as our next performance, not our last one. In their analysis of the American ethos Robert Bellah and his colleagues wrote, 'The American dream is often a very private dream of being the star, the uniquely successful and admirable one, the one who stands out from the crowd of ordinary folks.' [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Habits of the Heart: Individualism and Commitment in American Life&lt;/span&gt;]. Jesus didn't buy into such a dubious notion, and doesn't invite us to either. You see, success and/or failure may produce spiritual health - or they may not. As Kipling said, they're both imposters. Indeed, in reality what is perceived as failure is often success, and vice-versa. Our world is like a shop after young people on Haloween night got in and changed all the price-tags around. The price and value of winning or losing don't necessarily relate. Winning isn't everything; we also need the faith to face failure. 'When I am weak, then I am strong', Paul wrote. 'I can do all things (even fail!) through Christ who strengthens me. Sometimes we give the impression we've 'got it all together'; or 'victorious Christian life' preachers leave us struggling in confusion and despair. The old hymn which says 'Standing on the promises I cannot fail' is dubious theology at best. The Puritans preached that 'success' results from God's blessing, or God's testing, or God's abandonment and judgment, or the devil's seduction. Only one in four was God's prospering. Here are some bits of anonymous wisdom from my files: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* 'You may not be what you think you are, but what you think, you are!' (Sports stars talk about 'imaging'). &lt;br /&gt;*'I don't know the secret of success, but I do know the secret of failure - try to please everybody'. &lt;br /&gt;*'Success is not permanent. The same is also true of failure'. &lt;br /&gt;*'The biggest reward for a thing well done is to have done it'. &lt;br /&gt;*'Mistakes are to life what shadows are to light'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is never really satisfying: God hasn't made us that way. We're not to settle down here permanently - not even on the top of a mountain. (Looking down on others isn't helpful spiritually; and you expend a lot of negative energy excluding others from the peak). The reward or prize is offered in the next life, said Jesus and Paul: in this, our badge of office is a towel, serving others rather than dominating them. Satisfaction is 'serendipitous' - it's in the journeying, rather than the arriving. The saints have a well-developed 'theology of gratitude': expect nothing, they say, and you won't be disappointed. So be careful of that imposter 'success'. You may succeed - but not in God's way. Your calling is to do his will, and if he grants you success, fine. If not, fine! God's will is that you shall not need to be successful to be happy. If you are elated too much by success or depressed too much by failure, you still have some maturing to do! And think about this: most Western pastors lead churches that are not growing numerically. Many feel they are failures. But they may be more 'successful' in God's eyes than others whose churches are growing, but whose growth is simply catering to their own egos. The vision of the church in James, Peter and the Revelation is of a suffering, patient, scattered people who are encouraged to face the hostility of the world without losing hope. In the church of the crucified Lord, one's esteem should not be a function of 'better' or 'smarter' or 'bigger'. The only valid comparison is not between me and others, but between my actual and potential: I should strive to do my best. 'Effectiveness' - the appropriate embodiment of faithfulness in given human contexts - is a better idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we sort out our motives here and learn to make weakness a source of creativity? First, ask honestly in your prayer, 'What is my desire? What do I think I need in addition to the Lord to be "fulfilled"? Why do I need those things?' Then, having written down the answers to these questions, talk them over with a trusted friend or spiritual director. When things don't work out the way you had hoped, don't berate yourself ('I'm a failure'). Rather analyse the situation, and believe it is possible to try your best and still have some factors beyond your control. Don't blame others (particularly parents or spouse) for failure: be mature enough to take responsibility for yourself. Don't nurture resentment or be too cynical: they are prime causes of stress, according to the experts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, as Winston Churchill told a boys' school assembly, 'Never, ever, ever, ever give up!' Didn't Edison experience 14,000 'failures' before he perfected the first light bulb? Ignatius Loyola founded the Society of Jesus, the Jesuits. It was his life-work, the fulfilment of a consuming ambition. He was once asked how he'd feel if the Pope suppressed the Society. 'A quarter of an hour of prayer', he replied, 'and I would think no more of it'. He'd cultivated a sublime indifference to temporal success or failure. The one thing that mattered was that Christ was honoured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Two dangers threaten the survival of Christendom. The one is mediocrity; the other is success.... Mediocrity... has come to characterize the behaviour of most people in most institutions. They live our their Christian commitment in a mediocre fashion within the context of churches that have mediocre programs... Holiness is excellence, so there is no excuse for mediocrity. Success is worldly, so there is no excuse for Christians pursuing it'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Campolo, in the Forward to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christian Excellence: Alternative to Success&lt;/span&gt;, by Jon Johnston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person may be famous but a failure. Fame has little to do with a person's emotions, intimate relationships, or qualities as a human being. To be publicly successful someone must be superior in some way - in beauty, brains, or brawn... Popularity, fame, influence, political power, rare creativity, enormous wealth - these mark the successful person. [But] God's standards of success differ from the world's. The Bible turns values topsy-turvy... praises the failure that is success and denounces the success that is failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernon C. Grounds, 'Faith to Face Failure, Or What's So Great About Success?', &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christianity Today&lt;/span&gt;, December 9, 1977, pp. 12,13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of failure may be the strongest factor in driving people to violate their conscience and compromise their standards. Failure is a fact of life. It is not a matter of if we fail, but when we fail. And no failure is pleasant. Failure is hard, humbling, and costly. But failure is not final; rather it is part of a delicate process of growth and development in our lives... Remember that God is sovereign. When you fail, you may experience the temptation to doubt God's goodness. But God in his sovereignty always acts on our behalf. Even though you can see nothing in a failure that is your fault, be assured that God is at work in your life to deepen your character and to lead you in his perfect will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry White, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honesty, Morality &amp; Conscience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has not been trying an experiment on my faith or love in order to find out their quality. He knew it already. It was I who didn't. In this trial he makes us occupy the dock, the witness box, and the bench all at once. He always knew that my temple was a house of cards. His only way of making me realize the fact was to knock it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S.Lewis, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Grief Observed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most painful aspects of failure is the feeling that I have failed to live up to my own expectations of myself. We have upset other people and disappointed God; these aspects we have to deal with in an objective way. But the subjective inner struggle to come to terms with the sort of people we really are must be faced with the aid of courageous questioning. Have I set myself realistic goals...? Am I a perfectionist, trying to justify myself by achievement...? Where have I learned my ideas of success and failure...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Fander, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'How to Deal with Failure'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the miracles in Galilee there comes the solitude of the cross. After the proof of God by success, there comes the proof of God in failure; a paradoxical proof, but how much greater, in fact, and more absolute, despite its apparently relative character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Tournier, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Person Reborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If you have ever been sickened by the crumbling of some enterprise into which you had put all your best effort and love of your heart, you are caught up into the fellowship of Christ's death and resurrection... God has dealt with our failure by himself becoming a failure in Jesus Christ and so healing it from inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Boulding, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gateway to Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No failure need ever be final. No fall need end in tragedy. The only disaster that is without remedy is to quit trying. The difference between the one who has gone down in defeat and the other who has triumphed is not that one sometimes failed while the other never did. The real difference is that one accepted failure as final, [believed] there was no hope, while the other dared to start again. Simon Peter's life might haved ended as tragically as that of Judas had he not dared to start anew. The life of Judas might have ended triumphantly. Indeed, he might have been the most amazing miracle of the New Testament had he only dared to make a new start. The most painful wound this traitor inflicted upon his Lord was not his kiss of betrayal but his failure to trust him enough to make a new start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clovis Chappell, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If I Were Young&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, I find that God brings me out of these pits [of discouragement]... Alone and exhausted with my self-absorption, I may sit and cry and admit that I am lost, bogged down, and wrapped up in myself. I can truly see that 'there is no health in me'. As I confess these conditions, I can often look back and realize that only in God have I known hope in my own past. Then, at last, I give up. I give up my self-diagnosis and my frantic efforts to avoid failure, either physically, psychologically, or materially. And I give up my dreams for success. I given them to him, finally being willing to have them fulfilled or not. And strangely, this is like dying, to give up these dreams of success in any venture, since my whole destiny seems to be riding on them. Then, since up I have given up the 'big' plans for my life... I am interested only in sanity for today. Paradoxically, it is at this point that I am ready to live again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Miller &amp; Bruce Larson, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Edge of Adventure: An Experiment in Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we think we are failing because of some fault in ourselves, we may have to work harder on our personal development. This is a situation in which we will probably need the assistance of a skilled spiritual director or therapist. It is almost impossible to see ourselves without talking with another person trained in matters of psychology and of the spirit, and it is almost impossible to walk the spiritual path alone. At some point everyone needs a companion on the way, someone with whom we can share openly and honestly, whom we can trust to hold our confidences, and who we know will not judge us, no matter what dark corners of our personalities we reveal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Sanford, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ministry Burnout&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failures... more readily than successes, teach us to embrace the whole of our humanity and own ourselves without pretense, before God. Successes may lead us to believe that of course God must accept us now, look how he is blessing us! Failure tells us that God has accepted me anyway for he sent Jesus to taste my failure at Calvary. I am acceptable to God on no other basis than that he has demonstrated his acceptance of me already. And this cross reminds us of the balance we must maintain on the spiritual journey; it is rather like a see-saw. If we would go up and gain the heights in life, then at the same time there is the downward plunge into the dust of failure. Both the heights and the depths together, give us the balance we need for growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ Parker, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Failure&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sees 'success' and 'failure' more in terms of relationships than of achievements, more in 'being' than in 'doing'... Noah got drunk, Moses got angry and Gideon became scared. Peter could be inconsistent, Paul inconsiderate; Thomas doubted, Martha pouted. But God continued to love them and turned their failures into victories... The good news of the Christian faith is that failure need never be final. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Elbourne, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Parson's Pitch'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success isn't the absence of failure. It is having the determination to never quit because 'quitters never win and winners never quit'. Almost every person who has achieved anything worthwhile with his or her life has not only experienced failure, but experienced it many times... God wants you to achieve something worthwhile - not necessarily spectacular... If you feel you have failed, be encouraged. Now's the time to give God a chance. 'He'll mend even a broken heart if you'll give him all the pieces.' For those who believe in God, failure is never forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Failure: Never Forever', &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ACTS International&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I asked for strength, that I might achieve, &lt;br /&gt;I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey. &lt;br /&gt;I asked for health, that I might do greater things. &lt;br /&gt;I was given infirmity, that I might do better things. &lt;br /&gt;I asked for riches, that I might be happy, &lt;br /&gt;I was given poverty, that I might be wise. &lt;br /&gt;I asked for power, that I might have the praise of others, &lt;br /&gt;I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God. &lt;br /&gt;I asked for all things that I might enjoy life, &lt;br /&gt;I was given life that I might enjoy all things. &lt;br /&gt;I got nothing that I had hoped for - but everything I had hoped for. &lt;br /&gt;Almost, despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. &lt;br /&gt;I am... most richly blessed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown Confederate Soldier&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpWrVTqasI/AAAAAAAAAag/SmzLQ70XTO4/s1600-h/failure.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpWrVTqasI/AAAAAAAAAag/SmzLQ70XTO4/s400/failure.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064956033385523906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That's all very well, Lord, but the experience of failure is very unpleasant. It hurts! Bankruptcies, marriage break-ups, getting fired from one's job, teenagers going berserk, war in the Middle East, ethnic or tribal strife in various parts of the world - they're constant reminders of human failure. In my own life Lord, I have not lived up to my earlier ideals. I have let you, others and myself down. Sure, it's the 'human condition' - all have sinned, all fail, all make mistakes. So I need reminding today that most of your great people in the Bible failed, but came back stronger and more useful afterwards: Abraham, Jacob, Moses, David, Elijah, Jonah, Peter, John Mark, Paul... Probably that's because their egos got in the way too, and the process of risking and failing and being humbled is needed before we can be of much use to you or others. Unless I have failed, I will never succeed. What looks like failure in a success-mad world may prove to be successful in the longer run. So forgive me, Lord, if ever I say 'I am a failure' rather than 'I have failed'. So, Lord, just as you did not cast away your people who failed in the past, but forgave them, restored them, and recommissioned them, so I, now, too, accept your grace. Remind me anew that while failure is always possible, failure is not final. Thank you Lord, Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benediction. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the sunshine and in the shadows, through the calm and the stormy days, when life is good and when it's hard, when things go well and when they fall apart, may you know deep within your spirit that God is still smiling, and all will be well. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_XWKilosI/AAAAAAAABVI/d9WeDS0EV_s/s400/FAT+LADY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170087673031140034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpOf1TqalI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Xqbp_arrDxo/s1600-h/SHAME.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkpOf1TqalI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Xqbp_arrDxo/s400/SHAME.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064947039724005970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rkez4Ao7YTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/gZaS23tOULw/s1600-h/cute+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rkez4Ao7YTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/gZaS23tOULw/s400/cute+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064214080827121970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkezyAo7YSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rqygV-bNLd0/s1600-h/cute+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkezyAo7YSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rqygV-bNLd0/s400/cute+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064213977747906850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkezuAo7YRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PCa9SP5uhzY/s1600-h/cute+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkezuAo7YRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PCa9SP5uhzY/s400/cute+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064213909028430098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rkezpwo7YQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/unAlKeNiCy4/s1600-h/cute+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Rkezpwo7YQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/unAlKeNiCy4/s400/cute+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064213836013986050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkezlAo7YPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SshJJXyM6Zc/s1600-h/cute+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkezlAo7YPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/SshJJXyM6Zc/s400/cute+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064213754409607410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Watch this space - for more cute animals and, also, hopefully, for some timeless wisdom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-3867688957046105628?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3867688957046105628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=3867688957046105628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3867688957046105628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/3867688957046105628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-to-do-with-sense-of-shame.html' title='WHAT TO DO WITH A SENSE OF SHAME'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R7_XWKilosI/AAAAAAAABVI/d9WeDS0EV_s/s72-c/FAT+LADY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-1872552438074047059</id><published>2007-05-13T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:46:28.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REGRETS'/><title type='text'>LIVING WITHOUT REGRETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord says, 'Forget about what has happenend before, do not think about the past, instead look at the new thing I am going to do.' Isaiah 43:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.&lt;/span&gt; Romans 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 3: 7-16, 1 Corinthians 6: 9-11, Romans 8: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANG HUI'S STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year I turned eighteen I eloped with a man from another county.[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I gave birth to three daughters. My husband was a gambler and a drunkard and boozed until he was completely legless every day. When he lost money he'd come home and beat up his wife and children. One of those awful beatings three years ago made me determined to leave him, and that's how I started my life as a migrant worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much education and I couldn't find any decent job. I couldn't, and I didn't want to do those jobs where you had to sell body and soul, so all I could do was go to a construction site and cook for the workers there. Those construction workers were also migrants, living by selling their physical labour. The only thing different was that they were men. Each day I was responsible for preparing three meals for over a hundred people. The hard work can easily be imagined, but I wasn't really afraid of hard work. What I was afraid of was lack of respect from those men. Among them, some used filthy, disgusting language with me, some made passes at me, and some made a big show of urinating in front of me. During the day it wasn't so bad, but every night, lying down in the workshed, with the wind coming in from all sides, I never dared to take off my clothes, really afraid those men would do something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the plank bed, I couldn't sleep, thinking about my family. I didn't want to return, but my three daughters were always on my mind. Would her dad be able to pay the school fees for the oldest girl? Had the second girl recovered from her epilepsy? And was the third one still wetting her bed?... Every night I would think about them for a long time before I went to sleep, and as soon as the sky grew light, I had to get up and prepare the breakfast. My wage was 150 yuan[2] per month, but for someone like me who had come out to work for the first time, it was quite a large sum. Four months went by and apart from buying three packets of sanitary napkins and one bag of washing powder, which cost me eight yuan, I kept the remaining 592 yuan in my pocket next to my skin. I hoped to use the money to pay for my older daughter's school fees and the second daughter's medicine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four months of life as a migrant worker, I gradually got used to the environment and came to understand those men. Even though they were crude people they were not bad. Their dirty talk was an outlet for their pent up feelings. It wasn't easy for them to leave home and come out to work either. So I was no longer on my guard. Occasionally I would answer back when they talked dirty. Not only did they not get angry, it would make them happy. Perhaps it was because there were too few women in their lives. I often helped them to mend and wash their clothes. And they used their spare time to help me fetch the water and wash the vegetables. Eventually I won their respect through my own efforts. Once, someone found me a job painting. The pay was better than cooking, but those workers would not let me go, no matter what. They said they only wanted to eat the food I cooked. If the money was not enough, they would be willing to make it up by each taking a bit out of their pay. So I stayed working on the construction site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye it was winter and the construction site stopped work. I decided to go home. I thought that after half a year of absence my husband would have changed, but I was wrong. When I got home, carrying my cherished money that I'd earned with blood and sweat, the first thing my husband said was: 'You shameless thing, how dare you come back. No old bags who go out to work ever come home intact. I'd rather be a bachelor than a cuckold. Even if we were dying of poverty, I wouldn't take the dirty money you earned. Get out!' I said to him: 'My money is clean,' but he wouldn't listen and pushed me out the door. I shook all over and it wasn't the wind from the mountains that made me shiver. I secretly gave the money to my oldest daughter who chased after me in tears, and once more took the road away from home. It was different from the last time. Having experienced life as a migrant worker before, I was no longer ignorant about the outside world, my steps were no longer as hesitant, and I believed at heart: no matter what happened, I would go on living, living without complaint, regret or shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a cloud, destined to float around in this life. I do not know where the wind will blow me next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Pang Hui's story was originally published in NongjianŸ Baishitong [Rural Women Knowing All], 8, (1999): 28-29, translated by Tamara Jacka and Song Xianlin. [2] One yuan = US$0.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Exploding Dictionary' on the Web says it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pain of mind on account of something done or experienced in the past, with a wish that it had been different; a looking back with dissatisfaction or with longing; grief; sorrow; especially, a mourning on account of the loss of some joy, advantage, or satisfaction.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syn: Grief; concern; sorrow; lamentation; repentance; penitence; self-condemnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usage: {Regret}, {Remorse}, {Contrition}, {Repentance}. Regret does not carry with it the energy of remorse, the sacredness of contrition, or the practical character of repentance. We even apply the term regret to circumstances over which we have had no control, as the absence of friends or their loss. When connected with ourselves, it relates rather to unwise acts than to wrong or sinful ones. --C. J. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret is an interesting feeling or state of mind. Some philosophers say feeling regret is irrational, or even immoral. But surely in some situations regret is appropriate. If we have done something wrong, or stupid, 'regret' is our conscience or mind telling us that we shouldn't do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general regrets may result from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Guilt: bad things we've done, or good things we failed to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Shame: bad feelings about who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Two big topics: we'll deal with these in one or two separate articles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Failure: despair over mistakes we made; or disappointment that we have not lived a life that anywhere near matched our earlier dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christian Gospel has an antidote for guilt - faith and forgiveness; and for shame - love and grace; and for failure and despair - hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life wasn't meant to be easy... yes, yes, yes... but when you get to be in your 50s, 60s, 70s, (sometimes earlier than your 50s) one of the recurring disappointments haunting us is all about 'what could have been'... The self-talk begins with words 'If only... if only... if only...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or 'If I'd had more sense/luck/whatever, I should have...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Regretter's lingo is littered with 'would haves/should haves/could haves.' It's all right for John Powell to say 'Don't should on yourself', or for St. Paul to talk about 'forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on...' (Philippians 3: 13-14) but most of us can't forget stupid decisions we made in the past - or stupid things we said, or stupid ways we reacted to the actions and words of others - and these mistakes have altered our destinies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't undo what has happened (or can we???) but those things haunt us nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my wife Jan and I took a leisurely four-month tour around Australia. We loved the desert-areas of our wide brown land. But it came as a reminder to me that in deserts throughout time and space not only is God there, but the devil is there too. All the 'Desert fathers and mothers' encountered demons in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the attacks these demons mount against us to destroy our confidence in God and ourselves has to do with regrets and disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, with nothing much else to think about, thoughts came to my mind about stupid things I've said from time to time. I can now think of about six Christian organizations or areas of ministry where I'll never be invited back because of a couple of mis-timed words spoken in my more youthful, exhuberant days. 'If only,' I said to myself, 'If only I'd been more disciplined/careful/gentle...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet Ed Sissman wrote-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Men past forty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out at city lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wonder why life is so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where they made the wrong turn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gordon MacDonald, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Midcourse Correction&lt;/span&gt; (Nashville: Thomas Nelson Pub., 20 00), p. xiii].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child I used to regret not having a bicycle. When a teenager I regretted that my father didn't know anything; and that I wasn't encouraged to play more sport. As a kid I regretted having to practise on the piano - but later I regretted those regrets 'cos I enjoyed playing the piano when I got better at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# a decision made in haste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# an opportunity lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# studying the wrong course at university (or not applying yourself to study at all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# words spoken or not spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# a relationship which ended in a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# a job offer you didn't take or the great job you left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# an angry letter or phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# not being more assertive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# not taking more risks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# passing on a piece of gossip that hurt a friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# not being home more with the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# maybe marrying the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets are strange things. We regret some things we could not have changed; we regret things that are now beyond our control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronic regret, wrote someone, is a maximum security prison. Its iron bars are forged from our memories, our guilty consciences, our grief. Regret is not just about the past, though it often begins there. Decisions or actions you made a while back determined where you are today and limit where you will be tomorrow. You wish you had done things differently or chosen a different path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret may be a prison. But unlike most cells, there is no lock on the door. We are our own jailers. Regret is not always healthy and chronic regret is not God's plan for us. We can open that door and be free. We get one chance at this business called living: shame to spoil it with chronic regrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our childhood dreams: we're going to change the world, live a happy life; and we land into middle-age with a thud and realize the world and our histories have changed us in ways we don't like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Doud had a woman who sat in his office with her face buried in her hands. She was weeping and she was repeating over and over, 'If only I could turn the clock back. . . . If only I could turn the clock back.' [Guy Rice Doud, 'Living Beyond Regrets' (Colorado Springs,CO: Chariot Victor Pub., 1997), p. 51].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you ever wondered what went through Hitler's mind as he killed himself?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman in New York sold her family's jewelry for a dime. She didn't do it intentionally. It happened after she took the precious gems out of the safety deposit box to wear to a wedding. The bank was closed for the weekend, so she put the jewels in an old shaving case and stuffed it inside another box. In time she forgot all about the jewels. When her friend was collecting items for a garage sale, she gave her the shaving case. By the time the woman realized what she had done, the valuable heirlooms had been sold to an unknown buyer for 10 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dramatic suicide-through-regret in the Bible is, of course, that of Judas Iscariot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Judas' greatest mistake was not betraying his Lord. His greatest mistake was not going to the cross to ask for and receive forgiveness. Regret does not have to say the last word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living negatively in the the past is demoralizing. (Have you heard about the poor man in Denver who was stricken with a strange mental illness that forced him to walk backwards all the time?' Predictably, his form of hysteria ended him up in hospital).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has arranged the universe to encourage creatures to start afresh. Almost everything is renewable. The motto of our little counseling practice is 'It's never too late to have a happy childhood.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read today of a book written by a 102-year-old African American who learned to read and write at 98!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theological college I had a teacher who wrote on to the blackboard: 'Don't just do something, sit there! (Then do something!)' It's called the 'reflection/action' model. Always think before acting. It is better to sleep on what you plan to do than to be kept awake by what you've done. If you need to write a strong letter, write it, get it out of your system, then tear it up. Or check with an experienced Christian friend about its wording, and the wisdom or otherwise of sending it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible's answer to regret over the past - for an individual or a church - is, in one word, HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are 'hopeful beings'. Where there's hope there's life. That's because our God is a 'God of hope' (Romans 15:13). 'My hope is in the Lord' was the Psalmists' confident affirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is so much an essential part of Christianity that Paul says without it the Christian is the most miserable of all persons (1 Corinthians 15:19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the notion of hope is woven like a golden thread through the whole fabric of God's creation. An experiment by psychologists at the University of North Carolina found that rats soon drowned if they were put in a large bottle without an apparent escape. But put the rat in a jar with the lid half cut away, and it will swim for about 36 hours before drowning from exhaustion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is more than optimism. The New Testament talks about the 'patience of hope'. Christian hope is deep; mere optimism may be shallow. Optimism may be a good natural trait - and have no religious connections at all. 'Hope', says John Macquarrie in his little book The Humility of God, 'is humble, trustful, vulnerable. Optimism is arrogant, brash, complacent... Our hope is not that in spite of everything we do, all will turn out for the best. Our hope is rather that God is with us and ahead of us, opening a way in which we can responsibly follow.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know Who - or what - put the question. I don't know when it was put. I don't remember answering. But, at some moment, I did say Yes to Someone - or Something - and from that hour I was certain that existence and that, therefore, my life, in self-surrender, had a goal.' (Dag Hammarskjold, Markings, Tr. W H Auden and Leif Sjoberg, London: Faber and Faber, 1964, p.169.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of Jean-Dominique Bauby? He was a Frenchman, editor-in-chief of the magazine, Elle. In 1995, at the age of 43, he suffered a massive stroke that left him completely and permanently paralyzed, a victim of what's called 'locked-in syndrome.' Here was a man who had been gregarious and witty, who was now unable to move or talk. He was totally dependent on hospital staff and equipment for all his bodily functions, but his brain remained unscathed, and he discovered that the only muscle in his body still under his control was his left eyelid. By blinking with that eye in response to a special alphabet, he let the outside world know that his mind was alive and well inside its immobile body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By blinking and through sheer determination and will power, Bauby shared what it was like to be in his condition. At one point he referred to himself as 'a working brain in a jar.' In addition, he wrote a book entitled The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, which is a wonderful tribute to the human spirit. He also helped form an association for victims of locked-in syndrome and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Reeve, in his book, Still Me, talks about playing Superman, and the glib definition he used to have of what a hero was. In those days, he said: 'A hero is someone who commits a courageous action without considering the consequences.' But since an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The human capacity to fight back will always astonish doctors and philosophers. It seems, indeed, that there are no circumstances so bad and no obstacles so big that we cannot conquer them.' (Jean Tetreau ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE-DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most 15-year-olds, John Goddard had a wealth of heart-pumping dreams. One ordinary day in 1940, he bothered to write 127 of his life dreams on a pad of yellow paper. Most lists like that wind up in the attic with old report cards and letters from grandma. John's became a blueprint for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1972, Life magazine reported that, at age 47, he had achieved 103 of his original dreams. That article, entitled 'One Man's Life of No Regrets,' detailed his Master Dream List and became one of the most requested reprints in Life's long history. His list included a vast spectrum of dreams, including the following: visiting eight world-class rivers; studying 12 primitive cultures; climbing 16 of the tallest mountains; carrying out careers in medicine and exploration; visiting every country in the world; learning to fly an airplane; becoming an Eagle Scout; riding in a blimp, balloon, and glider; playing the flute and the violin; going on a church mission; teaching a college course; becoming a member of the Explorer's Club; and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When I was 15,' he told the Life reporter, 'all the adults I knew seemed to complain, "Oh, if only I'd done this or that when I was younger." They let life slip by them. I was sure that if I planned for it, I could have a life of excitement and fun and knowledge.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before editor and essayist Norman Cousins died, he wrote, 'The tragedy of life is not death, rather, it is what we allow to die within us while we live.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What dreams do you need to actualize in order to live a life of no regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is not conditional upon trouble being removed. Hope means God is with us in trouble and in triumph. Resurrection hope means God is with us in life and death. Hope means the God who was with his people in the past will be with them always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ has died, and we have died with him. Christ is risen, and with him we have passed from death to life. Inside that tomb with the grave clothes we have left our tears, our failures, our regrets, our long-cherished resentments, our broken promises, our shabby respectability. Easter is our personal deliverance from sin and death. It is the risen Christ speaking your name and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resurrection of Jesus is God's great announcement to us that life can begin again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STALAG 3A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In February 1945,' says one observer, 'I was one of hundreds of British and American POWs thrust into Stalag 3A at Luckenwalde, just outside Berlin. Unlike us, who rated some protection under the Geneva Convention, the Russians were helpless. Underfed, denied medical attention and forced to do hard labour, their death rate was staggering. Although we had no communication with their compound, each morning we watched in fascinated horror while a truck collected its daily quota of corpses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The days of tribulation ended on April 22, 1945, when we were all liberated by the Ukrainian army. Within hours, the Russian barracks in Stalag 3A were emptied; hundreds went off to fight again, while those too sick to volunteer remained behind. We then entered the Russian compound. It was a scene of indescribable horror. But in the heart of a barracks block they had wrought a miracle - they had built a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We stood breathless. A great golden crucifix flashed from the altar, its radiance reflected in prismed chandeliers hung the length of the nave. The windows were a splendour of stained glass, and along the walls were the Stations of the Cross, fashioned in coloured mosaic. It seemed incongruous. How could starving, dying men have created so magnificent a place of worship? Then we looked closer and all was explained. The golden crucifix was two pieces of slim timber, painstakingly sheathed in gold-foil paper salvaged from the refuse dump. The chandeliers were creations of thousands of tiny slips of cardboard, each covered with silver paper and suspended by almost invisible threads. The stations of the cross were crafted not from Florentine porcelain tile but from bits of coloured paper snipped from magazines rescued from rubbish bins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the constant presence of death, and from scraps gleaned from the dump, they had built a church. God had illumined it with a divine authenticity.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Source Unknown: originally an article in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Readers' Digest&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORDEN OF YALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1904 a child of wealth, William Borden, heir to the Borden Dairy Estate, graduated from a Chicago high school a millionaire. His parents gave him a trip around the world. Traveling through Asia, the Middle East, and Europe gave Borden a burden for the world's hurting people. Writing home, he said, 'I'm going to give my life to prepare for the mission field.' When he made this decision, he wrote in the back of his Bible two words: No Reserves. Turning down high paying job offers after graduation from Yale University, he entered two more words in his Bible: No Retreats. Completing studies at Princeton Seminary, Borden sailed for China to work with Muslims, stopping first at Egypt for some preparation. While there he was stricken with cerebral meningitis and died within a month. A waste, you say! Not in God's plan. In his Bible underneath the words No Reserves and No Retreats, he had written the words No Regrets. [The Daily Bread, Dec 31, 1988].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISSUES FOR DISCUSSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose some of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bible Study: Using 1 Peter 1:1-9 as your text, develop a sermon/study on the subject of hope. Here are some suggested headings: biblical hope is certain, living, a resurrection hope, and it's practical. Study the background of this epistle: to whom was the author writing about hope? What might have been their circumstances? How can we be encouraged to 'live in hope'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Without the event of the third day, hope would have no grounds for understanding Good Friday as 'good' or Holy Saturday as 'holy'. Jesus would have been one more good man, swallowed up in defeat and death. But because of what we have come to call 'the resurrection', Christian hope understands the death of Jesus as the manifestation of God's transforming love touching our existence at its most hopeless point. Such hope understands his being dead as the power of that compassionate love to penetrate the depths of human defeat and isolation in order to engender a new creation.' (Tony Kelly, Touching the Infinite, Blackburn: Collins Dove, 1991, p.105).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the best clue to dealing with regrets. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pang Hui: 'No matter what happened, I would go on living, living without complaint, regret or shame.' How do you get to be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Stop a rumor or gossip instead of passing it on.' How can we learn to be more disciplined here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Paul regularly reiterated his regretful pre-Damascus Road doings: see 1 Timothy 1:12-17, Galatians 1:13, Acts 22:4-5, Acts 26:11 etc. What can we do with the 'junk' in our lives before we found the Lord (or even _since_ we found the Lord, for that matter!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to make sense of Samuel Butler's statement: 'I believe that he was really sorry that people would not believe he was sorry that he was not more sorry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 'Let regrets be your instructor, not interrogator.' What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A single woman comes to you for counseling. Her story: 'I fell in love with a terrific guy - he was sensitive, caring, a good listener. But after two years he told me he didn't "love" me, and didn't know why. In fact he didn't think he knew what "romantic love" was. We're still good friends, but after six months my heart is still broken. I regret sometimes ever getting to know him: he took me out of circulation for two years! Will I get over it?' How would you help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 'To be free, to be able to stand up and leave everything behind -- without looking back. To say Yes -- .' Dag Hammarskjšld. How do you get to be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Remember Esau? (See Genesis 25:29-34). He sold his birthright to his brother Jacob for a pot of stew. Later he realized that he had bartered away something of great value, because in those days the firstborn received a double inheritance, and father Isaac had substantial assets. Exchanging something of great value for something worthless is actually quite common. Can you think of some examples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 'Regret is what happens when reality collides with your dreams. But dreams are important....' Figure that out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 'I wish I'd known then what I know now'. 'You can't put a wise head on young shoulders'. Can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A psychologist writes: 'Living without regret requires difficult self-questioning. We must regularly ask ourselves these questions: What do I want? How will I know when I get it?' Why not share with the group your answers to these two questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Here's a little poem by Victor Hugo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let us learn like a bird for a moment to take Sweet rest on a branch that is ready to break; She feels the branch tremble, yet gaily she sings. What is with her? She has wings, she has wings.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does Christian hope provide us with wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Found on an Internet newsgroup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Erma Bombeck at her learning of her terminal cancer (with some additional comments by the poster):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I would have talked less and listened more. ~ I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. ~ I would have eaten the popcorn in the "GOOD" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. ~ I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. ~ I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. ~ I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. ~ I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. ~ I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life. ~ I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. ~ I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. ~ Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment realizing that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. ~ When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." ~ There would have been more "I love you's" and more "I'm sorry's" ...but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute.....look at it and really see it ... live it ... and never give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In honor of women's history month and in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer]. What would you add to these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Life, wrote Baudelaire, is a hospital in which patients believe they will recover if they are moved to another bed. (For pastors: substitute the word 'church'!). Your experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When things are really bad, when they can't get worse, think about what they did at Stalag 3A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PRAYER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Help me in my unbelief, O God, and give me gifts of patience and hope. Make me more constant in my love for you and my trust in you. In loving let me believe and in believing let me love; and in loving and in believing let me hope for a more perfect love and a more unwavering faith, through Jesus Christ my Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, I hope, each day, for the lessening of sin's hold upon my will; for my growth in grace and in true holiness; for a more perfect holiness, and when this earthly life is through, for an experience of knowing even as also I am known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until I experience a triumphant welcome on the other side, thank you for your comfort and protection in all the days of my life so far. Your blessings outnumber the leaves of autumn or the stars in the sky. Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whose loving kindness we have been born anew; born to a living hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead; born to an inheritance which will never perish or fade away, kept for us in heaven. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BENEDICTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the eternal God, who has been the hope and joy of many generations, and who in all ages has invited men and women to seek him and in seeking to find him, grant you a clearer vision of his truth, a greater faith in his power, and a more confident assurance of his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he who out of defeat brings new hope and new alternatives, continually bring you new life. For his greater glory. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final blessing (adapted from a sermon by John Clapool):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May you travel from the place of despair to the place of hope. May you stop setting limits on what can and cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold our God! He can make the things that are out of the things that are not. He can make dead things come to life again. Neither empty wombs nor empty tombs are too much for him; which means neither are your problems, whatever they may be. Therefore, lift up your hearts. Be not afraid. He goes before us into the future. What are we waiting for? Let us go out in hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESOURCES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the keyword search for 'Hope', and 'Failure' (without 'quotes') on the &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/"&gt;John Mark Ministries&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s1600-h/baby+polar+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s400/baby+polar+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210180996817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rowland Croucher&lt;/span&gt; Originally written March 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-1872552438074047059?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1872552438074047059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=1872552438074047059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1872552438074047059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/1872552438074047059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/living-without-regrets.html' title='LIVING WITHOUT REGRETS'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/RkewVAo7YOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SvBnIG63Ch4/s72-c/baby+polar+bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244801629240709589.post-6635932169495978603</id><published>2007-04-12T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:59:32.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>1Month to Change Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ri1RjgANhuI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lj5y1Ok0nwI/s1600-h/hapiness+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ri1RjgANhuI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lj5y1Ok0nwI/s200/hapiness+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056787626935027426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ri1RWQANhtI/AAAAAAAAADM/sTDNWy3k1-E/s1600-h/happiness+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ri1RWQANhtI/AAAAAAAAADM/sTDNWy3k1-E/s400/happiness+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056787399301760722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space: this blog is part of a series attempting to answer the most important 300 questions I've been asked in 18,000-plus hours of counseling/talking to people - and learnings from 70 years of a fulfilling life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Blogs in this series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1monthtomeetthebaptists.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 Month to Meet the Baptists &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1monthofbooksyoushouldread.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 Month of Books you should Read &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1monthtolearnabouttheinternet.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 Month to Learn About the Internet &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1monthtounderstandyourlocalchurch.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 Month to Understand your Local Church &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1monthanswerstotoughquestions.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 Month of Answers to Tough Questions &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1monthofdevotions.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Month of Devotions &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1monthtomeet30interestingpeople.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 Month to Meet Some Interesting People &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1monthtobecomeachristian.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 Month to Become a Christian &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1monthtomeetjesus.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 Month To Meet Jesus &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic idea: you read one of the 30 posts each day and complete a 'mini-course' each month. (I might even organize a certificate for those who complete the 300 units!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the material will be adapted from the 20,000 articles on the &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/"&gt;John Mark Ministries&lt;/a&gt; website. It's a big site, (although many of the 100,000+ unique visitors a month tell me it's easy to navigate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to journeying with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom/salaam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/14044.htm"&gt;Rowland Croucher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ri9Amwo7WaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zKFloznonmQ/s1600-h/seagull+happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ri9Amwo7WaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zKFloznonmQ/s400/seagull+happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057331941196126626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1244801629240709589-6635932169495978603?l=1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6635932169495978603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1244801629240709589&amp;postID=6635932169495978603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/6635932169495978603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1244801629240709589/posts/default/6635932169495978603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1monthtochangeyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/1month-to-change-your-life.html' title='1Month to Change Your Life'/><author><name>Rowland Croucher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473460918145751334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/R3gxh0pzoAI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KUKXPfxNbmw/S220/RCCR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WIJdR75WmGY/Ri1RjgANhuI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lj5y1Ok0nwI/s72-c/hapiness+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
