<?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-5686507311811726646</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:16:50.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friendly Driver</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4637861696648091695</id><published>2010-02-17T02:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:39:53.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open The Windows Of Heaven-" Part 4- Where's Your heart"</title><content type='html'>I really can't say it better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livechurch.ca/?p=1405"&gt;http://www.livechurch.ca/?p=1405&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4637861696648091695?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4637861696648091695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4637861696648091695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4637861696648091695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4637861696648091695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/open-windows-of-heaven-part-4-wheres.html' title='Open The Windows Of Heaven-&quot; Part 4- Where&apos;s Your heart&quot;'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4861890406131427894</id><published>2010-02-08T01:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:25:35.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SERMON ON THE AMOUNT?</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank Pastor John for all of his hard work taking the time to study ALL the scriptures on this subject so he could share  the real purpose of this aspect of our Christian life.  For his knowledge and love for history that illuminates the scriptures. For not being afraid to answer difficult questions and using a positive approach rather than attempting to use guilt and fear or threat of curses to somehow force more giving out of people. For taking the time to read Graeme Carle's study on the subject and not be fearful of commenting on it. Very refreshing and enlightening. People that are secure in what they know and believe need not fear those with honest questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   GENESIS 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God's  Plan For Giving- Before Moses&lt;br /&gt;    Genesis 14 - Abraham goes to war&lt;br /&gt;     Genesis 28 - Jacob wrestles with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : Why 10%&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  10% was symbolic of giving ALL.&lt;br /&gt;When you read the scripture in verses 18-20. Abraham was so thankful to God for being delivered from his enemies he gave 10% of everything to Melchizedek. Nobody told him to do that.  This was not just an arbitrary number he pulled out of the air. It was understood at that time that the number 10 symbolized giving ALL to God. When you think about it the number 10 is important to God. He gave us 10 fingers and ten toes and our metric number system is multiples of 10. Makes sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Important Observations:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Tithing occurred before the law&lt;br /&gt;2.) It was not commanded&lt;br /&gt;3.) It was a symbol of completeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. God's Plan for Giving- From Moses to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;a. The Levites Tithe ( Numbers 18:21,24)&lt;br /&gt;This was for their service in the temple&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: To care for the needs of those who served " full-time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Testament Application: 1 Corinthians 9:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. The Festival Tithe ( Deut. 14: 22-24)&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: To stimulate reverence and devotion to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Testament Application: 2 Corinthians 9:12; Philippians 4 :18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. The Benevolent Tithe ( Deut 14:28-29)&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: To help the needy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Testament Application: James1:27; 2 Corinthians 8 and 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Freewill Giving&lt;br /&gt;a. First fruit giving ( Numbers 18:12-13)&lt;br /&gt;b. Freewill offerings ( Exodus 25:1-2&amp;amp; chapter 35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Testament Application:&lt;br /&gt;To establish principals to live by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:21 " For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians we give because we love the Lord, to look after those that labor full time on our behalf, as a form of worship bringing it before the Lord in reverence to him, and to look after those in need. God owns everything, he gave us a portion of it, we need to be good stewards of what he gave us. We give 10% because that symbolizes giving our ALL back to him. It's a tangible way to say: " I love you Lord, more than anything else in this world". We don't give in order to get anything back in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4861890406131427894?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4861890406131427894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4861890406131427894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4861890406131427894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4861890406131427894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2010/02/sermon-on-amount.html' title='THE SERMON ON THE AMOUNT?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7575072404327901646</id><published>2009-07-05T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:30:51.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading By Example</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; have just been blown away  by the number of people that are being saved as a result of the outreaches that are going on in my church. I've never personally witnessed so many salvation's. Just this past week our youth group under the leadership of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shawn.symons?ref=nf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shawn Symons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, lead 4 young people to Christ at Jackson Square in downtown Hamilton. To my knowledge this is the second time they have been there. There were seven baptized today, four of whom were giving their life to the Lord for the first time as a result of others witness and friendship. When someone gives their life to Christ at my church, a candle is lit at the front of the church. There haven't been very many weeks since I started attending last October when that candle hasn't been lit. I asked myself why? Why is this happening? The answer I received was because there has not been one week go by when the Word Of God and the Gospel has not been preached from the pulpit. God's Word is powerful and sharper than any two edged sword. Now our church is going out door to door throughout this city to bring the gospel to people in their homes, lead by the senior pastor. Wow! That's leadership by example. This is exactly the example Jesus himself and his disciples left for us to follow. It's so exciting to be part of something that you know is in the center of God's will lead by the Holy Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A growing church is a healthy church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just so thankful for what the Lord is doing  and allowing me to be a part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Praise God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7575072404327901646?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7575072404327901646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7575072404327901646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7575072404327901646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7575072404327901646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/leading-by-example.html' title='Leading By Example'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-688984276832899442</id><published>2009-07-01T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:31:05.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LEADERSHIP TIPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was looking for something to read today before starting my shift, anticipating a slow day, since nothing was open and the strike halted all Canada Day celebrations. That amounts to people not travelling around and a holiday for the bus driver. Lot's of time to read at the end of the line. Nothing was open, so I picked up this free magazine from a stand at Royal York Subway Station called " Fifty Five Plus Magazine". Surprisingly, it had some interesting articles in it. The first one I read was about a retired Major-General Lewis Mackenzie, who is retired from the Armed Forces and is now speaking on leadership and racing cars. He is very highly respected and in much demand as a public speaker and lecturer. What caught my eye was some tips on leadership taken from his book " Soldiers Make Me Look Good". I thought I would like to share them with you. These tips come from pages 231 to 248 of his book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definition: Leadership is getting people to do what they don't necessarily want to do, and having them enjoy the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -be yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -Lead by wandering about: your primary responsibility is the people who work for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Listen: pay attention and pick up good ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Set difficult but achievable objectives: determine how much is enough to be proud of and how much is too much to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Accept responsibility, even when you're not responsible. Accepting responsibility frequently makes the problem go away much more quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Be an actor. This means be consistent. A good leader does not exhibit moodiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Think outside the box. Step back and think about the problem. Don't just tinker with the status quo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Strive for ethical decision-making. Imagine that someone you love is looking over your shoulder when the decision involves an ethical issue. Then you will do the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Have the courage to disagree. It's a leaders job to create an atmosphere in which honest disagreements are aired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Prepare and train your subordinates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Be approachable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Good advice from someone with over 35 years experience and has spoken to over 1,ooo,ooo people. He also wrote a best seller in 1993 called " The Road To Sarajevo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is also humble enough to say; " I'm not an author". He'd rather be known as a race car driver. He does that very well too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very Interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-688984276832899442?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/688984276832899442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=688984276832899442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/688984276832899442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/688984276832899442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/leadership-tips.html' title='LEADERSHIP TIPS'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4653916269566425155</id><published>2009-06-17T01:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:48:12.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS A GANG LEADER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was watching 100 Huntley Street this morning and they were talking on the subject of gangs and why young people are joining them in the big cities at an alarming rate and have been doing so for the past 15 to 20 years. There were two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;testimonies&lt;/span&gt;, one from a young Muslim man in Vancouver's east side, who was in a gang from a very young age. He had a twin brother in the same gang who murdered somebody and ended up in prison. This tragedy along with his parents converting to Christianity was the catalyst that led to his conversion. His life was totally changed and now he has dedicated his life to helping educate students and street kids against joining the gangs. He stated that the purpose he joined a gang was because he had a deep desire to have some kind of identity that would give him a sense of belonging and self worth. He found this identity in Christ. A peace he did not know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other guy is a politician from Alberta, who used to be a gang leader. I can't remember his name, but I'm going to find out because he wrote a book I want to read. His first name is Serge, I think. His position is Secretary in the penal system( to do with jails in particular). He is very knowledgeable about gang life and what needs to be done to correct the problem. He too, stated that it is an identity problem in young people that leads them into gang life. The cause of this identity crisis comes from many sources. Partly due to the break up of the family, the introduction of left wing Humanist values in our society, and the taking of God out of the schools and political systems. The thing that interested me about his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;testimony&lt;/span&gt; was how he first saw Jesus when he read the bible for the first time. He was in jail doing time for drug manufacturing and got a hold of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gideon&lt;/span&gt; new testament for something to read. He read the story of Jesus and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disciples&lt;/span&gt; and could totally relate to it. He said; " Jesus the gang leader had 12 members, one of whom was a snitch who handed him over to a rival gang and took over his turf and killed him." He could totally understand the story from his perspective as a gang leader himself. The thing that got him though and ultimately led to his conversion, was the fact that after Jesus died, the scattered members ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disciples&lt;/span&gt;) came out of hiding and were willing to die for him. This really touched him. Then when he read that Jesus also died for him so he could live. He totally got it. He is now dedicating his life as a politician to bring prison reform in to our penal system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought that was such a cool way to look at it. Jesus the gang leader who was willing to die for his members, then and now. It worked for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to find out his name and the book title and I'll let you know what it is. Should be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4653916269566425155?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4653916269566425155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4653916269566425155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4653916269566425155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4653916269566425155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-gang-leader.html' title='JESUS A GANG LEADER?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5092587324801868237</id><published>2009-05-24T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:46:43.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRSTY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sermon today was based on John Chapter 4: 1-30. It was a short one because we had 7 baptisms, but as always, a good one. It's the story about the the Samaritan women at the well. You know the story. Jesus is talking to this women at Jacobs well, which was a no no for a Jewish man to be doing that. As we know Jesus was no normal Jewish man, he was God in the flesh. I've read this story many times and as usual, when Pastor John tells it, I see something I have not seen before in the scripture. The conversation starts out about water, because Jesus was thirsty after a long journey, but then very quickly turns into a spiritual lesson. We need food and water to sustain our physical bodies. What Jesus was offering this women was not physical in nature. He was offering her "living water". Jesus pointed out to her that the water from the well only satisfies for a short time and then you keep needing more to be filled. The water he was offering satisfies forever and even creates a spring from within that keeps on filling the emptiness within. Each person has an emptiness  and a longing and a thirst for this spiritual living water. We don't necessarily know what it is other than an emptiness that needs to be filled. Before we knew Jesus, we would fill this void with all kinds things. Careers, hobbies, sports, alcohol, drugs,sex, and anything else we liked. But it is never enough, we always need more to keep trying to fill that void. There is only one thing that can permanently fill this emptiness and that is the living water Jesus talked about. Plain water is still. Living water is moving and pure and alive. There is only one thing that keeps us from receiving this water and that is the sin in our life. As he pointed out the women's sin by all the men she had been in relations with, was keeping her from this living water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So. if we want that deep emptiness within us to be permanently satisfied and filled, we need to deal with the sin in our life and receive the living water Jesus offers us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the things of this world will grow strangely dim in the light of his glory and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-5092587324801868237?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5092587324801868237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5092587324801868237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5092587324801868237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5092587324801868237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/thirsty.html' title='THIRSTY?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6038239521704030111</id><published>2009-04-30T00:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:48:28.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk 10- The Manifesto Of The New Sexual Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the conclusion of this series, Sex And The City Of God. This topic is a passion of Pastors John's and is something that has been burning in his heart for some time. It has revolutionized my thinking on the subject of sex, particularly as it relates to Christians and answered many of my unanswered questions and has given me a whole new perspective and understanding of the Word Of God as it relates to our sexuality. One of my questions which was answered is; : Why have so many Christian leaders and churches fallen into sexual sin in recent times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are interested in watching this series it is all recorded and you can see it at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.westhighland.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.westhighland.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. It would be an excellent teaching series for a church on Sunday evenings or for a bible study discussion group. CD's and tapes of the whole series can be ordered for a nominal fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This lesson is based on principal #5- The Glory of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we sin sexually we are hurting the Lord God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God's displeasure can be seen :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) As a Law-Giver- It was God that gave the law through Moses and the Ten Commandments. When we break the law, we do wrong to the giver of the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) As a lover- We can see in scripture that God loved King David. He chose him to be King. When we look at 2 Samuel 12:7-9, we can see how God was talking about suffering a personal wrong. He was telling David of all the good he had done for him from the time he was a shepherd boy to the time he was made King of Israel. God gave many gifts to David and even provided for his sexual gratification. In verse 9, we read the words of a heartbroken lover. It was these words that devastated David and put him on the road to repentance. Psalm 51:4 is really not accurate, because David sinned against many others, not just God. Bathsheba, Uriah, his family, and himself, just to name a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The root of sexual sin is spiritual, not physical. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sexual sin is committed not because we lack anything, but usually happens in the midst of great blessing.&lt;/span&gt; We want what we can't have. The forbidden fruit. Satan would like us to think this will bring us freedom, but only results in bondage and judgement. His strategy is to get us focused on what we can't have so we forget all the blessings we have received from God. He would have us think God is deceiving us, not him. We think, If I don't act on my own I won't get what I want. When we believe Satan's lies and take matters into our own hands we do great harm to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The real fuel that drives sexual passion is not physical, it is spiritual. Sexual sin is the result of Idolatry, greed and covetousness. Sexual sin is rooted in Idolatry.&lt;/span&gt; Look at Sodom and Gomorrah. This is a prime example of sexual sin that flowed out of a self centered idolatrous lifestyle. The scripture mentions the sin of Idolatry much more than the sexual sin itself, although it was evident that was the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The generation that grew up in the 60's and 70's was willing to lead and to rebel over a cause. We could see that with all the riots in the Universities in the U.S. during that time period. Our current generation, unfortunately has very few leaders. Many would rather follow that lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus has given us a cause to rebel against the status quot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is to be the center of our life, not only the savior that saves us from hell, but to be Lord of every aspect of our life which should revolve around him, including and especially our sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We should have the attitude; " I will die before I sin against him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a radical way to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We should want not only to live well for Christ, but we should want to finnish well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the conclusion of the talk, Pastor John called for all the men who wanted to join the New Sexual Revolution to join him at the front of the church to make a public commitment before God to be leaders in our homes, and our society and to live a life of sexual purity for Christ. Hundreds of men got down on their knees and made that commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Pastor John for your courage and your obedience in teaching this series and may God richly bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE REVOLUTION BEGINS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6038239521704030111?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6038239521704030111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6038239521704030111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6038239521704030111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6038239521704030111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-10-manifesto-of-new-sexual.html' title='Talk 10- The Manifesto Of The New Sexual Revolution'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4119699036185201563</id><published>2009-04-24T01:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:23:30.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk 9- The Manifesto Of The new Sexual Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whether it be a church or a nation, there needs to be a firm foundation upon which to build. Jesus said in Luke 6:48, that a wise man builds his house on a firm foundation. Ideas and philosophies have consequences. For example, look at Marxism or Nazism. They both collapsed. Our current Post Modern Society is the consequence of Freudian Philosophy that goes back 150 years. Freud thought every Human behavior is an expression of their sexuality. Guess what is dominating our society today? Foundations are very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So how do we avoid the inevitable consequences in a society that is patterned after Freud's philosophy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's take another look at King David in 2 Samuel. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;David offered an innocent man ( Uriah) on the alter of his own reputation. &lt;/span&gt;Why? To try and cover up his sin. That's what happens with sexual sin. It puts in motion a whole bunch of other sins to try and cover it up. Lies, deception, murder, jealousy to name a few. It creates subterfuge. To deceive through a strategy to conceal the truth. We are so sinful we need to know the potential depravity of our hearts. David was a believer when this took place. No Christian should ever say " I would never do that!". A very dangerous statement. We don't even know how evil our hearts can be. What we should be saying is " I need Gods grace so that won't happen to me. " There is a deeper repentance that needs to take place than for just for the sexual sin. We tend to compartmentalize our lives which diminishes the seriousness of sexual sin. We may say to ourselves, " I have a good prayer life and I read the bible every day, I have a good job and am honest with my customers, so If I messed up in this one area, I'm not that bad off compared to some others I know." In 1 John 1:5, it talks about light and dark. Light is that which reveals, dark is that which conceals. Light is God's nature. Truthfulness must be our approach to God. Honesty is required. What do you find when you lift up a slab of rock? A bunch of bugs and worms running around looking for a hole to crawl into. Why? They can't stand the light. They have been exposed. It's the same with our sin. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's honesty, not holiness that's the basic requirement in our relationship with God and with others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just so we don't forget, yes God hates sin, but he loves the sinner and because of that he is merciful and willing to forgive our sin and give us hope, thanks to the sacrifice Jesus made on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 2 Samuel 12:14, we can see that David was forgiven, restored and reconciled "but" there was still consequences to his sin that God did not take away. Why? Because if you look in Hebrews 12:4-12 God loved David enough to discipline him. God's hand was heavy on David. He reaped his sexual sin and murder through his children. This was God's loving discipline to remind David of his own sin, so that he could see the seriousness and harm it caused to others. He wanted to make David pure and Holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David finally did repent and got honest with God, himself and others. He accepted the consequences of his sin, he didn't try to excuse his actions, he accepted the responsibility. This is why God called him a man after his own heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is the destiny of every believer. To be Holy, as he is Holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, let's get honest with God, ourselves and others, so we can get on that road to Holiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Start building a firm foundation. On "The Rock". Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch the final talk # 10. This coming Sunday at 6:30pm at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livechurch.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.livechurch.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4119699036185201563?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4119699036185201563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4119699036185201563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4119699036185201563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4119699036185201563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-9-manifesto-of-new-sexual.html' title='Talk 9- The Manifesto Of The new Sexual Revolution'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-655191212782561432</id><published>2009-04-10T00:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:31:53.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk 8 - The Manifesto Of The New Sexual Revolution -Principal 2- Love Your Neighbour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Talk # 7 the discussion centered around a truth about ourselves and the dishonour done to one's own body when we sin sexually. This talk is centered around the wrong done to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In our culture we have tried to diminish the seriousness of sexual sin by calling it by other than what it really is. Instead of adultery, we say " affair", or instead of homosexual we say " alternate lifestyle" etc. God, on the other hand, takes this sin very seriously, as we can see in scripture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's take a look at King David in 2 Samuel 11 and 12. From reading this scripture and others like it in the old testament we can conclude that when God is displeased, he always responds. His actions and the timing of his actions are determined by his own sovereign will. When King David sinned with Bathsheba, he knew he was doing wrong, but deceived himself into believing it wasn't as bad as it really was. When God sent Nathan the prophet to David who told him the story about the poor man and his sheep to show David his own sin, David was outraged by the story, not knowing that Nathan was talking about him. Here's a man that committed both Adultery and Murder, but still had a proper sense of justice. That teaches us that people can be deceived about their own sin and still maintain a sense of justice as it relates to others.( even church leaders).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, what is the wrong in Adultery? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is one of the most calloused sins you can commit to another man. It's like murder and steeling rolled into one. It can bring out a jealous rage that can lead to murder. You steel another man's spouse and it kills the relationship. Not only between the spouses, but other family members as well. Children, parents, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, you name them and they are affected by this sin. It's not just the two people involved in the sin. It's effects are devastating and permanent. Even though God is full of mercy and grace and can forgive this sin, there are still consequences that nobody can escape. In King Davids case he ended up losing his sons, who were heirs to his throne, to the sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the wrong in pre-marital Sex ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Misleading occurs- people tell each other things they don't really mean just to get what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Pressure to go against conscience- people have an inner sense that they are doing is wrong but feel the power of peer and social pressure and not wanting to look like a wimp if they say "no".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Beginning of a slippery slope- once you start and cross the line it is harder and harder to resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Rob yourself ( and other participant) of the most precious gift you can give your future spouse. Your virginity is the one gift that you should give your spouse that is not shared by anyone else. That's what makes the wedding night so special and unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Destroys the foundation of future marriage stability- if you have had multiple sexual relationships prior to marriage, you bring a piece of each person into the marriage making it very difficult to give all of yourself to your spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The good news is there is forgiveness for sexual sin and counselling available to help us cope with the consequences, however just like King David we cannot escape the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wouldn't it be better to love our neighbour as ourselves? Love does no harm to a neighbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are our brothers keeper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There will be no Lesson this Sunday night due to the Easter holiday. The next lesson , Talk #9- The Manifest Of The New Sexual Revolution- Principal 3 - Walk In The Light( Honesty)- Principal 4 - Pursue Holiness will tale place on Sunday night, April 19th at 6:30pm. Join us at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livechurch.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.livechurch.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Sunday night join us for "The Sacrifice" musical and drama Easter special at 7:00pm. See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.westhighland.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.westhighland.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for more details!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;God bless you and have a great Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HE IS RISEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-655191212782561432?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/655191212782561432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=655191212782561432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/655191212782561432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/655191212782561432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-8-manifesto-of-new-sexual.html' title='Talk 8 - The Manifesto Of The New Sexual Revolution -Principal 2- Love Your Neighbour'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-325542450423339921</id><published>2009-04-02T00:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:53:08.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk 7- The Manifesto Of The New Sexual Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The question remains, how do we, in The City of God, live in a sexualized culture? From examples in the Old testament we have concluded that we have three options:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Jonah - avoidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Esther - Accommodation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                 - Assimilation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Daniel - Separation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                - Activist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From the last lesson, we concluded that Daniels example was the best one to follow. Daniel was totally immersed in a culture that was hostile to his Jewish faith. The Babylonian culture he lived in, tried to brainwash his faith out of him through education in a total immersion program. They even changed his Hebrew name to one after a Babylonian God. Him and his three Hebrew friends. If you have trouble remembering their names, just think of " my shack", " your shack" and a "bungalow". The Babylonians tried to totally change their thinking and their way of living. Daniel drew the line at eating the Kings Food, because he believed God's word and did not want to defile his body because he knew this would destroy his faith. This was the one thing he knew he must not do, in order to keep his faith in tact while living in this pagan culture. He could learn their culture, even be called a name after one of their god's, but he must not defile his body by eating food that had been dedicated to their Gods, which by the way were all sexual Gods. As we learned last week, our Kings Food is our cultures sexual ethics. We too, in our culture, must keep our bodies from being defiled in order to maintain our faith. Look at 1 Corinthians 6:18. " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a man commits are outside his body, but he who sins sexually sins against his own body&lt;/span&gt;." You see, sexual sin is much worse that other sins because of the total damage it does to our whole psyche. It has adverse effects on our whole being. Our sexuality is so closely related to our emotions, body, mind and spirit. Cameron Diaz said it really well in the movie Vanilla Sky. She was so engrossed with Tom Cruise she was stalking him, because she couldn't get over the fact that he didn't want her any more after their brief, but intense sexual love affair. She said to him " &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your body makes a promise, even if you don't.&lt;/span&gt;" Imagine that! Cameron Diaz saying what Paul the Apostle said In 1 Corinthians 6:18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what can we conclude from all this? How was Daniel able to stand up to the pressures of Babylonian culture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Influence of the Believing Community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Daniel was around 9 or 10 years old in 622B.C. It was during this period after the reign of an evil king , that the Jewish temple was re-opened after being closed for 70 years. There would have been great revival of faith during this time. The Jews were once again on fire for God, and was this influence on young Daniel that shaped his religious convictions that carried him through the tough times during the exile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Influence of Godly parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing is mentioned specifically about Daniels parents, but we know through familiarity with Jewish culture of that time that Hebrew parents gave their children names that meant something. Daniels name means " God is my judge". we can conclude therefore that God was very important to his parents and they wanted his name to reflect that fact. They must have raised him to be a God fearing young man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psalm 78: 4-7 " We will not hide them from their children; we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord, his power, and the wonders he has done. He decreed statutes for Jacob and established the law in Israel, which he commanded our forefathers to teach their children, so the next generation would know them, even the children yet to be born, and they in turn would tell their children. Then they would put their trust in God and would not forget his deeds but would keep his commands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pastor John invited us to a New Sexual Revolution. One that would  honour God by honouring our bodies and keeping them pure according to his word in order to maintain our faith in our paganistic society. We must pass this down to future generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next week Talk # 8 - The Manifesto Of The Sexual Revolution- Principal # 2 Love your Neighbour. Watch live at 6:30pm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livechurch.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.livechurch.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-325542450423339921?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/325542450423339921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=325542450423339921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/325542450423339921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/325542450423339921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-7-manifesto-of-new-sexual.html' title='Talk 7- The Manifesto Of The New Sexual Revolution'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4234701559117812932</id><published>2009-03-26T00:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:15:52.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TALK 6 - THE NEW SEXUAL REVOLUTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our society has moved from Modernism, which didn't believe in anything spiritual. The high point of atheism and the "God is dead philosophy" to Post-modernism, which believes in everything spiritual providing a Psychic or Astrologer/Tarah Card Reader on every corner. Because of it's spiritual nature, post-modernism was able to infiltrate the church faster than the rest of society. It was like a dark spiritual force that was able to change minds. Spirituality was affirmed, especially in relation to sex. It gave birth to a Neo Pagan Spirituality. The highlight of this paganistic sexual revolution was really manifested in " The Clinton Factor". You remember the U.S. President Bill Clinton and his friend Monica Lewinsky? First he denied any wrong doing. His wife Hilary said in order to protect the sanctity of the Presidential office he would have to resign. Then after he admitted guilt, everybodies mind seemed to mysteriously change and what he did turned out to be not that bad after all. At least not bad enough to resign. In fact the media made it out to look rather tame in nature, not that wrong, and almost like it was normal behavior for a president under those circumstances. What a turn around! We went from a sexual revolution to sexual Anarchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you study the history of past paganistic societies, they teach a "Salvation Through Sex" philosophy. Many of the pagan temples had temple prostitutes and part of the worship of that pagan God was to have sex with the prostitute in the temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is where we are now in our society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, how do we live in the midst of a pagan culture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take a look at three Old Testament examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: You can look up and read the stories for yourself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Jonah- he was called by God to be a prophet He was proud of his distinctiveness as a Jew in a paganistic culture, but was asked by God to prophesy to that Pagan society. He fled and didn't want to engage that culture. He took a " leave me alone" attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obviously not a good example as to how to live in a pagan culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Esther- She was a beauty queen that was very much into how she "looked" to others. It was disclosed that she was a Jew, but she wanted to fit into and blend into the paganistic culture she lived in rather than stand out. She wanted to be liked by everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obviously not a good example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Daniel- He was living in exile as Jew in a paganistic society which was hostile to his Jewish convictions. Daniel 1:8, he wouldn't eat the Royal food because it was dedicated to the Babylonian God's first. Him and his jewish friends would only eat vegetables and their health flourished. They stood by their convictions and would not bow down to the pagan Gods and were delivered from the fiery furnace and the lions den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is obviously the best example of how to live in a paganistic society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our " Kings Food" is our cultures sexual ethics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Christian witness depends on staying pure and not indulging in sexual immorality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE ( in The City Of God) HAVE BEEN CALLED TO EMBRACE HOLINESS AND PURITY AND SEPARATE FROM OUR CULTURE AND TO GO AGAINST THE FLOW TO A NEW SEXUAL REVOLUTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See the tape of this teaching at &lt;a href="http://www.livechurch.ca/"&gt;http://www.livechurch.ca/&lt;/a&gt;. Watch Talk #7 " The Manifesto Of The New Sexual Revolution" next Sunday live at 6:00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4234701559117812932?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4234701559117812932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4234701559117812932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4234701559117812932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4234701559117812932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/talk-6-new-sexual-revolution.html' title='TALK 6 - THE NEW SEXUAL REVOLUTION'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4969528149828146690</id><published>2009-03-17T07:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:58:00.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk 5- Lessons On Romance, Sex, And Coveneant Love From The Song Of Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Song Of Songs reveals that it is OK to desire sexual love and passion and to express them within a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;covenant&lt;/span&gt; love relationship according to God's definition of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;covenant&lt;/span&gt; love relationship. The churches attitude over the decades has not been a positive one in this area, leaning more towards avoiding the issue and hiding the truth. This has not only been unhelpful to those within the City of God, but has left it up to the secular world to offer instruction to our youth and married couples about sex and sexuality. If you want to know the truth, we are all sinners because we live in a fallen world. That's not something people these days want to hear, but true none the less. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; we are sinners, our fallen nature expresses itself through our sexuality resulting in each one of us being sexual perverts. The good news is, we don't have to remain in that state, once we know the truth about sexual expression of covenant love and begin to express it according to Gods will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are three principals for cultivating passion: a) Be attractive- people have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to let themselves go after marriage, and not attempt to look their best for their mate like when they were dating. Maintaining this practice can help to maintain the passion in the relationship. b) Be available- If you take a look at 1 Corinthians 7, it explains how the husband and wife are one flesh and their bodies belong to each other. The only reason to withhold sex is on mutual agreement for prayer and fasting. Otherwise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; may bring temptation into the relationship. c) Be anticipatory- Our brains have a tremendous effect on our sexuality. It is possible to think sensual and erotic thoughts within a marriage and keep them pure and holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Covenant love has three elements to it: 1) It places a seal on the relationship that goes beyond the sexual act to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; of the whole person. Is your husband or wife the most important thing in the whole world to you? 2) Strong as death- this love is as fierce and unyielding as the grave. It is jealous towards that one and only person. It is powerful and final. 3) Flame of the Lord- This love is fueled by divine power. God stirs up love in your heart for your spouse. We become stewards of the love we have covenanted to our spouse. If it dies, we are held responsible by God, because we have not been good stewards. Covenant love cannot be destroyed. Only good sex can happen in a covenant love relationship. It is not a right, but something to protect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The world has made sex their icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;We, in The City Of God, make long lasting covenant love relationships, such as those who are celebrating 40,50, 60+ years of marriage our icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;We have to live and love just like Jesus Christ did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;If we are truly following him, It's not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;burden&lt;/span&gt;, but a joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the last week on the Song of Songs. Next week will begin to look at the societal attitudes that have been formed over the decades. and how that effects us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tune in, 6:30pm Sunday evenings at &lt;a href="http://www.livechurch.ca/"&gt;http://www.livechurch.ca/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Special Note: There are those who have suffered sexual abuse and may find some of this information confusing or hurtful. Our hearts go out to these people and they may require special attention and counselling to help them through their understanding of this subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4969528149828146690?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4969528149828146690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4969528149828146690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4969528149828146690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4969528149828146690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/talk-5-lessons-on-romance-sex-and.html' title='Talk 5- Lessons On Romance, Sex, And Coveneant Love From The Song Of Songs'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-8334254473935153234</id><published>2009-03-10T08:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:25:51.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex And The City Of God- Week 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My wife said I should make my posts more personal and tell more and about myself. I think that will come later. Right now I feel compelled to report on these messages, because I think people, mostly Christians, the people of The City Of God need to hear this message. I see Pastor John like a modern day Moses trying to lead Gods people out of Egypt. Just like those people of old, I'm sensing a resistance to follow him. They didn't want to leave their slavery into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt; land of promise God was offering. People! Pastors! Listen up! Jesus said: " MY sheep hear my voice and they follow me!" Let me repeat myself. There is no other message like this one being preached out there. When Pastor John consulted his good friend about preaching this message, the friend said " don't do it!". Pastor John said " I have to !" This is an original inspiration of the Holy Spirit. A relevant prophetic message to the church! HELLO!!! God is speaking. Are you listening? Pastors and churches should be letting their pride down and grabbing hold of this message for the sheep in their congregation. This is not a competition, it's a campaign against evil. Will you join with us? This assault of sexual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;propaganda&lt;/span&gt; is destroying marriages in our churches. The word of God is sharper than any two edged sword. Let's use it to remove the evil from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; our people. As Moses said to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt;, " Let my people go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week we looked at The Song Of Songs and learned what romance is really is all about. Essentially romance is about intercourse. Not sexual intercourse. Verbal intercourse. Any strangers can have sex. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Speech&lt;/span&gt; and sex are closely related. This week the emphasis was on the man in the relationship . (next week will be on the women). The Song Of Songs is a poem. A lost art in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; society. A verbal exchange between two lovers, in the context of marriage. Words are powerful. They can give life or they can kill. This exchange of words in poetic form, between the man and the women, create an erotic atmosphere, which is perfectly OK in a marriage and even encouraged by God in order to experience that love and intimacy that a husband and wife are supposed to have. Marriages that are on the rocks, have lost this art of communication, lost the intimacy and are headed for divorce court. The man, after the marriage, has failed to romance his wife with his words. Bitterness and anger take hold, and unless they are taught how to communicate effectively, the prognosis for the marriage is not good. But I do believe that it is the man who is responsible for initiating romance and then the women will follow. Romance is meant to be a growing reality, not a diminishing memory. The key is carefully composed words. A mans excuse when he gets home for work for not talking to his wife is that he is tired. The truth is we are just being selfish and lazy. Before we touch our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wife's&lt;/span&gt; body, we need to touch her heart and mind. How we speak to our wife makes all the difference in the world as to how she responds to us. The Songs Of Songs gives a good example of how to do this. It is verbal foreplay. A model that allows us to feel and articulate sexual passion which is perfectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; in a marriage. It is good and esteems this kind of talk in marriage to encourage sexual passion. Women are wired through what they hear. Men are wired through what they see. God wants a Christian husband to communicate sincere, carefully composed words to his wife. These can be of a sexual nature, but honoring, wholesome and pure and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt; and initiate a natural response in her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This lesson really hit me between the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to go back to the time I was romancing my wife with my poems during our courtship. The very thing that captured her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dropped the ball, but I'm going to pick it up again and get back in the game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Pastor John. This lesson is just as good as marriage counselling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. Let me make this clear, that all of the aforementioned commentary, are my words and not Pastor John's. I am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;summarizing&lt;/span&gt; in my own words my understanding of what was said. If you have any questions you can contact him through the churches website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.westhighland.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.westhighland.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;, or email: sex and the &lt;a href="mailto:city@westhighland.org"&gt;city@westhighland.org&lt;/a&gt;.  The first paragraph was totally me. He didn't say any of this. That is my picture of what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch live Sunday evening at 6:30pm, or download recordings at www.livechurch.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-8334254473935153234?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8334254473935153234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=8334254473935153234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8334254473935153234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8334254473935153234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/sex-and-city-of-god-week-4.html' title='Sex And The City Of God- Week 4'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-2487222642507399436</id><published>2009-03-01T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:21:39.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex And The City Of God- Week3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week was very interesting. I heard some things I have never heard before. Most teachings and commentaries on the book Song of Songs says that is just allegory and is  over spiritualized. Pastor John has stepped outside of that box. He believes this is about what it says it is about, sexual love. Only he believes this is God's way of teaching us how to do it right. 2 Timothy 3:16 says: : " All scripture is God breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness." God created us to be sexual beings, and sex is his gift to us, not only for procreation, but for pleasure. So would God give us a gift and not provide a means for us to learn how to use it? Would he leave it up to the world through TV sitcoms, movies, advertising, with their "Sex In The City" mentality to teach us? No! God provided instruction in the bible, called the Song Of Songs to give us a picture of what real sexual love can be like in the confines of a monogamous, safe,committed marriage relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again, you need to listen to this whole teaching, which you can do by tuning in live at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livechurch.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.livechurch.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, or go on the site and watch a download that has been recorded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one thing that stood out to me in this session was  the "Narrowness of marriage". As part of the City Of God, once you become married, that's it, you have forsaken all others. No more exploring the ocean for other fish. You are with that person until death do you part. That is Gods perfect will for marriage. Yes, there is forgiveness and restoration for sin and mistakes and other things that happen beyond our control, but these things still leave a scar that will last a lifetime. The thing is though, that although it appears to be narrow and restrictive, it opens up a whole universe of discovery in that one person, that you could not achieve any other way. A fulfillment and a joy and a growth and a depth, that cannot be attained through multiple relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God is a God of pleasure and he wants us to enjoy sex the way he created us to enjoy it. That is why he chose it to be expressed in the confines of a marriage. Waiting for marriage to have sex actually increases the pleasure. It's the anticipation. Sharing that one thing with that one special person that gives the power to the expression of it. In other words the pleasure of sex is much greater  within the confines of a loving marriage relationship than if  you indulged in  lots of sex with multiple partners. God wants us to maximize our pleasure. The enemy on the other hand wants to decrease our pleasure because he hates God and the gift God has given us. His strategy is to create " an ever increasing craving for an ever decreasing pleasure". For example, those that have indulged in making porno films, have been so overexposed to sex, they find it harder and harder to become sexually aroused. For them, the pleasure is almost completely gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a shame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next weeks continues the study in the Song Of Songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Want to learn more about romance? Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-2487222642507399436?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2487222642507399436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=2487222642507399436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2487222642507399436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2487222642507399436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/sex-and-city-of-god-week3.html' title='Sex And The City Of God- Week3'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-1130331081633231155</id><published>2009-02-15T22:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:47:27.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex And The City Of God - Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a continuation of week 1- Orienting All Of Life To The Glory Of God. There is so much to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure I can do it justice in a short blog. I will just highlight what stood out to me and once again, you can watch this live at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livechurch.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.livechurch.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. There will be a break next week due to a musical concert, so the teaching will resume two weeks from tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; would like to add, I don't think there is another teaching out there that is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relevant&lt;/span&gt; than this one. We need to hear this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowing Christs supremacy Guides, Guards and Governs our sexual lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supremacy&lt;/span&gt; of Christ enlarges the soul so that sex and it's little pleasures become as small as they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The root of most problems with sex is that people, Christians included, really do not have a passion or desire to go deeper with God. Non Christians, who have rejected God completely, have been given over to their own lustful desires as described in Romans Chapter 1. Christians who have become complacent and comfortable in there relationship with God, with no desire to go deeper which causes their souls to stop growing, can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deceived&lt;/span&gt; and led astray into finding intimacy in sexual perversions. This is the reason many Christian leaders have fallen into sexual sin. God created us to have an intimate relationship with him and we have everything we need for Godliness through knowledge of him. See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colossians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3:10 &amp;amp; 2 Peter 1, 3-4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christ needs to be the center of our lives and everything that we do. Just as the Sun is central to our universe and holds all of the planets surrounding it in a gravitational pull giving order and life to the universe. Should something happen to the sun, everything else would be affected and we would die. If we do not make Christ supreme in our lives, it affects every aspect of our life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; our sexuality. Little souls give sexual lusts great power. Your soul was made for Jesus Christ, nothing else will make little lusts lose their power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowing The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;supremacy&lt;/span&gt; of Christ saves our sexuality from sin by empowering us to suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unfortunately, we are prone to avoid pain and maximise comfort. Yet as Christians, we are called to share in the sufferings of Christ. see Mathew 5: 27-30. Better to suffer in this life, than to spend eternity in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whether we give in to sexual lust or decide to follow Christ, we are going to suffer either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take a look at the lives of Joseph who ran away from Pottufers wife. He resisted temptation and look at all the trouble he suffered as a result. King David gave in to his lust with Bathsheba. Look at all the problems he suffered in his family as a result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The question remains: are we willing to suffer in order to make Christ the center of our life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The irony of this is, that if we do, we will experience more pleasure and freedom than we could ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next talk we look into the book of the Song of Songs. All that is in the bible about sexual love is not negative. Here we will learn how God shows us the sexual pleasures that can be experienced in a right relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be continued..............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-1130331081633231155?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1130331081633231155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=1130331081633231155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1130331081633231155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1130331081633231155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/sex-and-city-of-god-week-2.html' title='Sex And The City Of God - Week 2'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-8267800104202158608</id><published>2009-02-15T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:03:55.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Cities Cry To You, Oh God</title><content type='html'>Lyrics: Margaret Clarkson (c) 1987 Hope publishing&lt;br /&gt;Tune: English melody: "Kingsfold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Our cities cry to  you, O God, from out their pain and strife; you made us for yourself alone, but we choose empty life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our goals are pleasure, gold, and power; injustice stalks the earth; in vain we seek for rest, for joy, for sense of human worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet still you walk our streets, O Christ, we know your presence here, where humble Christians love and serve, in godly grace and fear. O word made flesh, be seen in us, may all we say and do, affirm you God Incarnate still and turn sad hearts to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your people are your hands and feet to serve your world today, our lives the book our cities read to help them find your way. O pour your sovereign spirit out on heart and will and brain: inspire your church with love and power to ease our cities pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O healing savior, Prince of Peace, salvation's source and sum, for you our broken cities cry: O come Lord Jesus, come! With truth your royal diadem, with righteousness your rod, O come, Lord Jesus, bring to earth the city of our God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This was a new hymn we sang in church today. I loved the lyrics so much, I wanted to share them with you. It's like a prayer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-8267800104202158608?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8267800104202158608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=8267800104202158608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8267800104202158608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8267800104202158608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-cities-cry-to-you-oh-god.html' title='Our Cities Cry To You, Oh God'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6913860291946982100</id><published>2009-02-10T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:15:05.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting To Know God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is an added thought that came out of the teaching of the last post. I have been thinking about this allot. There is a passage of scripture in the bible found in Matthew 7:21, that has always puzzled me and disturbed me at the same time. I finally think I understand it as a result of the teaching " Sex And The City Of God". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The scripture says: " Not everyone who says to me " Lord,Lord," will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, " Lord, Lord," did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles? Then I will tell them plainly, " I never knew you. Away from me you evildoers!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the bible uses the word "know", God is using that sexual language to describe the type of intimacy we need to have with him in order to "know" him and to do his will. In the passage above he was speaking to people who thought they were Christians because of what they did, yet the Lord said, " I never knew you". It is a bit scary to think we can go through our whole Christian life thinking we are serving God and doing his will when in fact we could be rejected by him on judgement day because we just didn't get it. Just saying the words " Lord, Lord" in other words " I believe in you" obviously is not enough. The bible says even the demons believe, yet are they going to heaven? NO! Even Satan believes God exists, yet he hates God. Is he going to heaven? NO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, what does it take to get to heaven? We must "know" God in an intimate way so we are able to "know" what his will is and do that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If that is not the focus of your ministry, then I would suggest you re-evaluate your motives. I believe everything else will come out of that relationship with the Lord. Follow Jesus, and all the other things will follow you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have mine and that is now going to be my focus; getting to "know" God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to hear those words from Jesus: " Well done good and faithful servant!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6913860291946982100?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6913860291946982100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6913860291946982100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6913860291946982100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6913860291946982100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-to-know-god.html' title='Getting To Know God'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-8468859319339997364</id><published>2009-02-08T20:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:34:42.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex And The City of God - Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you would like to hear the full teaching you can download it from the website. It may take a few days to there though. There is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Linc&lt;/span&gt; at the top right hand side of this blog entitled West Highland . You can actually see it live each week on line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first part of this teaching is about " Orienting All Of Life To The Glory Of God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The title of this series came from a combination of the title of the TV sitcom " Sex In The City" and a book written by some dude ( St. Augustine?) called " The City Of God". Hence " Sex And The City Of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Pastor John is attempting to reveal is the clear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;biblical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;distinction&lt;/span&gt; between the worlds view of sex and sexuality verses God's view of sex and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sexuality&lt;/span&gt; as explained in scripture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you probably know the TV show " Sex In The City" is about four divorced women living together who are attempting to find true love and the ultimate relationship through experiencing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt; orgasm. All they ever really find is heartache and problems. The writers of this show and other TV shows of the same type are creating propaganda that will affect us, the viewing public and try to influence our thinking to theirs as being a societal norm, when in fact it is not. Their world view of sexuality is "people oriented".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conversely, Christians, believers in Jesus Christ, are part of " The City Of God" and our view of sexuality as described in scripture is "God oriented". God created sex in order to demonstrate and have a language that would allow us to understand the kind of intimacy we can have with him. Our purpose in expressing our sexuality then becomes, as 1 Corinthians10:31 says, " So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do (including sex), do it ALL for the GLORY of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you want to see an example of the kind of language God uses to describe his relationship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt;, just take a look at Ezekiel chapter 16 and tell me if this does not sound like sexual language? Sexuality then, is designed by God as a way of knowing him through Jesus Christ more fully. Going back to the book of Genesis God outlines the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;parameters&lt;/span&gt; as to what this relationship looks like, between a man and a women, two very distinctly biologically different genders, in a loving covenant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; called marriage. Any other variation or deviation from this model causes us to sin by creating an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;idolatrous&lt;/span&gt; relationship as described in Ezekiel 16 and keeps us from knowing God! As Hosea said in chapter 6:3 ( he was the prophet that married the prostitute) " Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises. he will appear; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth." In other words Gods favour will restore us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tune in next week for a continuation along the same theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently week three gets really juicy!..... as we get into the Song of Songs which is all about sexual love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-8468859319339997364?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8468859319339997364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=8468859319339997364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8468859319339997364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8468859319339997364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/sex-and-city-of-god-week-1.html' title='Sex And The City of God - Week 1'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5568917646569228695</id><published>2009-01-18T21:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:48:14.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY PROTESTANTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year is the 500Th anniversary of the protestant reformation of the church. There seemed to be a few people that were not in agreement with the beliefs of the Roman Catholic church. Imagine that? Rebels in the church. Trouble makers. Satanically induced backsliders upsetting the status quot. The likes of Calvin and Martin Luther. Amazing what people think when their authority is threatened. It must be the devil! Yeah right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I recall, isn't that what they thought about Jesus too? His teaching appeared to be a threat to their power and authority. They called him the devil and did end up killing him. I guess he was seen as a bit of a rebel too against the church of his day, and he was God! The Word made flesh!  I think we need to be really really careful before we start throwing out accusations like that shouldn't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There seemed to be a dispute over the doctrine of Justification By Faith Alone ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fide&lt;/span&gt;), and over Biblical Authority ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scriptura&lt;/span&gt;). It seems the Church of the day believed that the apostles ( The Pope being the successor of Paul) had the ultimate authority over the written word (bible), because it was the apostles that created the scriptures. The reformers(rebels) on the other hand believed the bible was "the" inspired word of God delivered through the apostles and was the ultimate authority over anything or anybody else. The Pope had a contract out on the life of Martin Luther. Do you think he felt his authority was threatened? Here's a quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Unless I am convinced by Sacred Scripture or by evident reason, I will not recant. My conscience is held captive by the word of God and to act against conscience is neither right or safe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Martin Luther at the Diet of Worms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He apparently was delivered through a set of strange miraculous circumstances, from death. Maybe God was on his side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think some Protestant Christians and churches today have come full circle and believe they have more authority than the inspired word of God. Some have strayed so far away from the bible, I don't even know why they call themselves Christian. Others have so misinterpreted the scriptures they have become cults. Being involved in such a church would not be right or safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it's time for a protest against the Protestants? or at least some kind of new awakening? Maybe a Revival? A Resurrection? Something has to happen to get the strayed churches back on track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's get back to our Reformation roots and make the bible, "the" inspired word of God the Ultimate Authority. Let the word of God be fully known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-5568917646569228695?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5568917646569228695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5568917646569228695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5568917646569228695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5568917646569228695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-anniversary-protestants.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY PROTESTANTS!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-3448420211888242874</id><published>2008-12-31T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:59:37.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! HOPE YOUR 2009 IS FULL OF ALL GOD'S RICHEST BLESSINGS FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-3448420211888242874?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3448420211888242874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=3448420211888242874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3448420211888242874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3448420211888242874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5272119604479447268</id><published>2008-12-22T03:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:15:56.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My blog is going to be prorogued until after Christmas. Like Kim, I don't have enough time, and I don't have a little baby to look after! Enjoy your family celebrations and don't forget the reason for the season, the Birth of our saviour, Jesus Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;S&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/5686507311811726646-5272119604479447268?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5272119604479447268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5272119604479447268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5272119604479447268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5272119604479447268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7991896599151381075</id><published>2008-12-15T02:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:46:26.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've had to make a few big ones lately. Knowing this, my wise father gave me a book to read written by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haddon&lt;/span&gt; W. Robinson called " Decision Making By The Book". Don't you love it when a bible scholar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;puts&lt;/span&gt; in print exactly what you have been thinking. Confirmation is a very comforting phenomenon. Here's his thoughts on "Avoiding Disagreement" amongst decision makers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" One decision danger zone we sometimes fall into is surrounding ourselves with "yes men" and "yes women". In other words our decisions sometimes fail because when we are sure we are right, we refuse to listen to someone who thinks we are wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dissent keeps you from believing you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infallible&lt;/span&gt;. Pastors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; feel comfortable with only church board members who admire them and are overly concerned with pleasing them may not be well served when it comes to decision making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People who are free to disagree put alternatives before the group that minimise the risks inherent in every important decision. Dissenters help us see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt; negative consequences that may be invisible to us because of our happy unanimity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loyalty to a group does not mean that we go along to get along. It means that we state our viewpoint openly and clearly. The responsibility falls on leaders to create the environment for this kind of freewheeling honesty. Disagreement forces us to check our facts and state the basis for our decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then, when a decision &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; made, loyalty requires all members of the group to do everything possible to make the decision succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disagreement does not mean that God is not working. Unanimity is not unity. Dissent can stir the imagination and force us to consider uncertainties in the decision-making process."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMEN TO THAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7991896599151381075?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7991896599151381075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7991896599151381075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7991896599151381075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7991896599151381075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-547052103054499925</id><published>2008-12-12T00:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:36:49.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What In The World Is Going On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is the title of a book I just recently read written by Dr. David Jeremiah. He is a very knowledgeable bible teacher and scholar and has written many books and devotional guides. The book is based on the question many people are asking these days as they see all of the strange and seemingly unexplainable things going on in the world. The economic crisis around the globe, the quest for oil, the alignment of nations and political alliances taking place, etc. etc. I know I have asked that question and others like: " Why is the Christian Church on the decline in North America when it is growing like gangbusters in third world countries?" Dr. Jeremiah uses 10 biblical prophetic clues that we cannot afford to ignore to try to answer the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I can come away from this book with one nugget of knowledge it would be this: Christians do not have to worry. We are not going to experience the worst of what is to come. We won't be here. Also the devil, who many Christians think works independently, is very much under God's control. He does not do anything that God does not allow or permit and always under restriction, and even in his rebellion fulfills Gods will and purpose in the world. God will use Satan to carry out his judgement , on individuals, groups and nations. So, no matter what side of God you are working on, whether rebellion or obedience you are, knowingly or unknowingly going to carry out Gods will. God's will, will be done, period, end of story. Amazing eh? So the next time you think you are under some kind of Satanic attack, instead of trying to rebuke it, I would suggest you stop and take a very good look within and ask yourself and God what the purpose of it is. You may be praying against God's will to steer you in another direction. It could turn out to be a blessing in disguise! God may be trying to tell you something or bring some discipline into your life to strengthen you or place you on a different course. Embrace it! But rest assured , as a believer in Christ, you are in Gods hands and no harm can come to you through Satan or anybody else, and even if it does it was ordained by God to fulfill his purpose and plan for your life. I mean the worst that can happen to us is we die and go to heaven! We can't lose can we? We know the end of the story, and God wins and so do we if we are in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I recommend you read the book. It will encourage you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-547052103054499925?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/547052103054499925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=547052103054499925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/547052103054499925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/547052103054499925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-in-world-is-going-on.html' title='What In The World Is Going On?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6077401015558810914</id><published>2008-11-25T09:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:54:13.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Descrimination or persecution and to whom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a rather eye opening discussion with two of the clerks at the division where I work, yesterday, while they were out for a smoke break and I was waiting for my bus. They were telling me of their frustration that morning of having 22 crews to fill and no drivers to fill them., especially when there was a termination of overtime. Apparently out of absolute necessity that ban was lifted, and they were eventually, after a hair raising ( I wouldn't know about that) few hours were able to fill the empty crews. Then they started to tell me of their frustration with all the new drivers coming on board, 99.9% of which are visible minorities, and how they absolutely have no work ethics. They are constantly late for work, take time off when ever they feel like it and are belligerent towards any kind of authority. They simply don't care and nothing seems to be done about it. It makes it very hard for a clerk who is responsible for all those kinds of things to do their job. Then the one clerk, who has over 20 years on the job said to me " Doug, if you are white, male and a Christian, you are (and I quote): " F#@*^&amp;amp;"( with a capital "F"). Interesting he added that last characteristic. Then he said, " if you are a Seventh Day Adventist, Muslim or some other religion, you get all your "religious days off" and the company supports this. If you are a Christian you get ZIP. What do you think of that? This is happening now, and very close to home, I might add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then on the way home in the car, I hear that Denmark, is in the process of enacting a law that would ban circumcision on infants. What effect do you think that will have on out Jewish friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then when I get home, on the TV NEWS at 11, there is a discussion between a Christian minister and a Gay activist, whereby the Gay activists are actively pursuing in the courts a law that would prevent any religious organization from discriminating against sexual preferences. That would make it illegal for a Christian minister to preach from his or her pulpit from the bible, that homosexuality, or other forms of sexual behavior, is a sin and people should not engage in such activity. What do you think of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LISTEN CHRISTIANS ! WE BETTER START SPEAKING UP OR WE ARE GOING TO LOOSE OUR BATTLE FOR OUR RIGHTS!! NO MORE MR./MRS. TOLERANT NICE GUY! WHERE ARE OUR LEADERS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE SQUEAKY WHEEL IS GETTING THE GREASE AND IT'S NOT CHRISTIANS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE NEED MORE THAN JUST PRAYER, IT'S TIME TO SPEAK THE TRUTH AND TO ACT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOES THIS DISTURB ANY OF YOU LIKE IT DOES ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That leads me to my next post: " What In The World Is Going On"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6077401015558810914?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6077401015558810914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6077401015558810914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6077401015558810914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6077401015558810914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/descrimination-or-persecution-and-to.html' title='Descrimination or persecution and to whom?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-3650878754548925847</id><published>2008-11-23T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:47:17.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a daily devotion taken from " Our Daily Bread", October 28, written by Joe Stowell. I liked it so much I wanted to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read: Galatians 1:6-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the prayer that begins, " God be in my head." When I first heard it, admittedly I thought it sounded a little weird. But then I got to thinking how unfortunate it is if in our efforts to get closer to Jesus we focus on our emotional experience of Him and check our brains at the door. Without his truth ringing in our heads, we're bound to get off track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just look at the early Christians, False teachers filled their heads with misinformation, saying that salvation and spiritual growth could be attained only through keeping the requirements of the law. When Paul heard of it, he was astonished at how quickly they had gotten off track: " I marvel that you are turning away so soon from him who called you in the grace of Christ" ( Gal. 1:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not just false teachers who lead us astray. Our world is full of twisted thinking like, " if it feels good, do it," or " The one with the most toys wins." Let's face it, you and I can't afford to check our brains at the door. In fact, intimacy with Jesus begins with getting to know him, and it's the facts about him that make us want to get close to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, strange as it may sound, if you want to stay on track with Jesus, start each day by asking him to be in your head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God be in my head, and in my understanding;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God be in my eyes, and in my looking;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God be in my heart, and in my thinking.- Sarum Primer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO STAY ON TRACK, LET GOD GUIDE YOUR THINKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-3650878754548925847?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3650878754548925847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=3650878754548925847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3650878754548925847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3650878754548925847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-your-head.html' title='In Your Head'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-3739812430913545261</id><published>2008-11-21T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:50:12.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funny Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have this guy that comes on my bus. He is usually three sheets to the wind and can hardly stand up. He stands beside me and tells one joke after another. Some of them are funny, some dirty, actually most of them dirty, so I'm not going to repeat those, but I did remember a couple of them, maybe because they were dog jokes, and I love dogs. I know from my counselling training, that he is hiding his insecurity behind the humour. My guess is he had an abusive parent, probably his father, who probably was also an alcoholic and whom he could never please or receive any kind of encouragement or affection from. In my spirit I discerned he is starving for someone to say to him; " You're going to be OK and I love you son". It's amazing the change that a few words like that could do to a man like this. I'm on this route for a few more weeks so I'm hoping for a God appointment to do or say something significant in this mans life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a couple of jokes I can share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. What do you call a dog with no legs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answer: It doesn't matter, he can't come anyway!  Come on now, that was funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. What do you call a dog with two front legs and two wheels on his rear end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answer: Sparky! hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all I can remember for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-3739812430913545261?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3739812430913545261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=3739812430913545261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3739812430913545261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3739812430913545261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-drunk.html' title='The Funny Drunk'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5103739809546467521</id><published>2008-11-15T00:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:36:20.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVersZKXX3I/SR5gd-KsuXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-ZCpeIfZL_I/s1600-h/ArianasleepingDougCouch13Oct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268754682090404210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVersZKXX3I/SR5gd-KsuXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-ZCpeIfZL_I/s400/ArianasleepingDougCouch13Oct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm feeling that need for a fix again! I need another dose of Ariana. Hopefully, we can see her for a few minutes this Sunday. I also need some more favorite pictures. This is one of my favorites. Not because of me, cause I hate my picture, but because of the good memory of spending some quality time with my granddaughter. Next Sunday she gets dedicated and we will get together with the whole family. I'm so thankful her parents are bringing her up to know the Lord. That is a generational blessing that will be passed down to future generations. She has three grampas and three grandmas. Figure that one out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're having 20 baptisms at our church this Sunday. That will be exciting. Every week we have attended somebody new has given their life to the Lord. I loved what Pastor Alan said a few weeks ago. " It's not about the building and it's not about the programs, it's about helping each individual become mature in Christ." That is what church is supposed to do. Take new converts and disciple them to maturity so they in turn can effectively impact their world with the love of Jesus and produce more good fruit. That can only come from good teaching of the word of God. We need to be able to digest the "meat" of scripture rather than just be satisfied with "milk" like a baby does. About three weeks ago, about 800 people came forward in response to Pastor John's call to join him in his dream of reaching the City for Jesus. I believe it's going to happen. I'm looking forward to what God has in store for this City. Revival is on the horizon. But, it starts in us first. My life seems to be a series of new beginnings. I like change. It's refreshing and challenging. Isn't life grand? For me it's grandpa! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-5103739809546467521?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5103739809546467521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5103739809546467521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5103739809546467521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5103739809546467521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UVersZKXX3I/SR5gd-KsuXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-ZCpeIfZL_I/s72-c/ArianasleepingDougCouch13Oct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-1740803468671564528</id><published>2008-11-09T19:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:49:08.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CONTRACT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, after six months of arbitration, a plethora of meetings eating up tens of thousands of dollars in wages and expenses, we finally have a contract. It is almost identical to the one we were offered and that we turned down. I personally didn't turn it down, because under our current economic circumstances, I thought it was pretty good. A reasonable wage increase of 9% over 3 years and an increase in our benefits. How can you beat that? I am very thankful I have such a good secure job, that I love doing. We really are taken care of and I believe properly compensated for our work. I feel bad for those in the auto industry that are facing lay offs and termination of employment. I hope they are able to be placed in other jobs or get retrained for something else. If not, we are all going to feel the consequences . The benefits alone, I figure, must be worth at least $10/hr over and above our hourly rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The big debate now is should we be made an essential service. I think we all know the real answer to that, even though City counsel voted down ( lost by one vote) approaching the province to ask them for it. I think the fact we were ordered back to work only 1 1/2 days after going on a legal strike, says it all. WE ARE an essential service, or they would not have done that. The reason they are hesitating to make it official, is traditionally, it will cost them much more money to run the service, which they are trying to avoid like the plague. I guess you can't blame them really. It is costing more than they have funding for now. Why should they, when we will just get ordered back to work every time we go on strike. It kind of makes striking redundant. That's OK with me, since I think striking is counter productive in this day and age when we have arbitration already available to us through the current system. I am happy with the outcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm praying for those men and women who's jobs are in jeopardy, while being very thankful for mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day, the economies of the world are going to fail. That has been prophesied. Those unbelievers who have not been reunited with Jesus in the rapture will be subject to the dictates of a Satan possessed world leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is why my faith is in Christ and not in the security of a job or in a government which are sure to failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ephesians 2: 8-9. " For it is by grace that you have been saved, through faith- and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God- not by works, so that no one can boast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is the message I desire to deliver today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will you join me and have real security for life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-1740803468671564528?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1740803468671564528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=1740803468671564528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1740803468671564528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1740803468671564528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-contract.html' title='NEW CONTRACT'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-3443412036735946335</id><published>2008-11-02T11:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:15:31.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen an angel lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hebrews 13:2 " Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim asked on her blog if babies could see angels. I think they can. Babies, because of the nature of their condition, have no fear, no prejudices, and have the innocence that produces faith. They haven't learned these things yet, so doubt is not part of their conscious thinking. In fact, I'm not sure they even have the ability to think. They just accept whatever comes their way, because they don't have much other choice. They can't make decisions. So I think God, in his wisdom, places a special protection around babies. Even if something bad should happen and they die, I think he takes them straight to heaven. Kim's blog got me thinking of my own experiences. I believe I have seen angels on about 5 different occasions, the most recent being 3 nights ago. How do I know for sure? Well, who can be absolutely certain, unless of course they introduce themselves as such and prove it somehow. I just believe they were. Why? Because they seemed to me to be out of character for the surroundings that I was very familiar with, they would look straight at me, give an approving sort of hand gesture and when I looked back to see where they had gone, they had disappeared never to be seen again, that's why. I just knew in my knower, that it was an angel. It left me with a sense of satisfaction as if God was saying " everything is OK, I see what you are doing and I approve of you." That was a comforting feeling. Not spooky or unusual in some way. That seems to me to be like in God's nature to leave someone feeling that kind of comfort from a mere sighting of what looked like just another human being. They look and I might add, feel just like we do. How do I know that? I had the opportunity to shake ones hand the other night. You see after thinking about Kim's blog post, I said to God; " I haven't seen an angel for a while Lord. I think it's time for another sighting." Guess what, that night I saw another angel. It took me totally by surprise. He looked like a derelict. I was doing the Royal York North route which is a very high class route. I don't think there is a house under $1,000,000 on the first part of the route and there are several that would exceed the $5,000,000 range. I've been doing this route quite often for the past 10 years and this guy was out of character to be seen on this route. I thought he was drunk at first, because he was being very loud and rather overly friendly with all the other passengers. It was a very busy day and I was a bit stressed out. I didn't feel like handling a drunk. My fear is I would get angry with him and do some damage if I lost my cool. I do not like doing that. Before leaving the station I said a little prayer; " Lord I don't feel like dealing with this guy, please give me the patience or get him off my bus". We left the station on time. About 5 minutes after departing, the guy comes up to me and asks; " are you going to Lakeshore?" I said; " No, that is in the other direction you need to get off this bus and get the one going the other way back to the station and take the 76 south." Another passenger hearing his question told him the same thing. As he stood beside me, he looked right into my eyes. I realized at this point he was not drunk. He didn't smell of alcohol, and believe me I know when somebody has been drinking, and his eyes were as clear as could be. No signs of inebriation of any kind. Before he exited at the stop he said to me; " who is your best friend?"&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated for a moment, because I knew my answer, but I was conscious of the passengers on the bus. We don't usually express our faith at work unless specifically asked about it, which rarely happens. As public service we normally remain opinionless and neutral on these matters unless , as I said, if pressed I would not deny my faith. In this case, I needed to give my honest answer. I said;" JE". I no sooner got the first syllables out of my mouth, when he , at the exact precise moment said the same thing, just as if we had practised this in harmony for hours,&lt;br /&gt;" J E S U S ! " I knew at that moment, this was no derelict. He smiled, stepped off the bus, turned and gave me that tell tale hand gesture, this time a thumbs up! In the past it was a salute. I knew, that I knew, that I knew this was no man, it was an angel sent by God to give me that comforting feeling and sense of approval. He disappeared, and I did not see him again. God had answered my prayer from earlier that morning. I had another encounter with an angel. The closest one I have ever had. So be alert. You may entertain an angel without knowing it. He may not look or act like you expected either. Be nice to what appear to be street people! There might just be an angel among them. I had the privilege of knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Want to see an angel? Just ask God for the opportunity, watch, and believe. He may answer your prayer! Thank you Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-3443412036735946335?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3443412036735946335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=3443412036735946335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3443412036735946335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3443412036735946335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-you-seen-angel-lately.html' title='Have you seen an angel lately?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-338573472903720937</id><published>2008-10-28T07:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:24:17.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Changed My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can do that you know. I'm going to be putting up one post, when I get some time to do some research, and will leave it there.  I just won't be posting on a regular basis, and I may comment on yours from time to time. That's what happens when you are being led by the spirit. He's the one who's really driving the bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-338573472903720937?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/338573472903720937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=338573472903720937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/338573472903720937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/338573472903720937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-changed-my-mind.html' title='I Changed My Mind'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4925410032539719303</id><published>2008-09-12T10:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:17:54.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BABY IS HERE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, at about 8:43am Friday, September 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;, this morning, Kim gave birth to baby Ariana Lynn Morrison. Now, I could have the name wrong, because although they knew what they were going to name her before birth, they were reserving their right to change their minds after they saw her, just to make sure her looks and personality suited the name. She is perfect and beautiful and weighed in at a healthy 8lbs 10oz. Everyone is healthy, but tired, and Kim obviously has some serious recovering to do. When God said in Genesis, after the fall, that he was going to increase the pain for a women in childbirth, he wasn't kidding. Ruth was their and witnessed the birth. She said it was amazing. We have after pictures of the baby, and if I ever can figure out how to put pictures on my blog, I will show some to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank God, everything went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. The next few days will involve multiple trips to the hospital, so you may not see much of us of over the next week or so, especially since Ruth will be staying at Dan and Kim's for a while until they get settled to help out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks like no one guessed the date right. Dan and Louise were the closest. I knew the baby would have a mind of her own. She takes after her mother in that regard and that's a good thing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll keep you posted and hopefully pictured too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4925410032539719303?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4925410032539719303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4925410032539719303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4925410032539719303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4925410032539719303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-is-here.html' title='THE BABY IS HERE!!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-9092163554015490349</id><published>2008-09-08T23:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:17:45.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That was a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever had the experience that things were happening so fast that it was like you were sitting back watching a movie of your life? Absolutely no control over what was happening, yet a sense that it was all good and God was definitely the one in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It started with the sale of my car last Wednesday. That was an answer to prayer, especially in this economy and totally unexpected. I had all but given up on selling it. The guy was a very nice fellow, an artist, who writes an article in the Hamilton Magazine. Very interesting person and a new connection I was happy to make. A God moment? I think so. Then tragedy strikes! The free car I was to receive from my in-laws suddenly became unavailable due to the fact it was uncertifiable. Had a hole in the frame. Not repairable. I could have been killed driving down the QEW as it split in two and broke apart at 100km's per hour. I drove this car for a whole month back and forth to Toronto. My plans have been derailed! YIKES! I have no car to get to work next Tuesday and only about 4 days to find one! I might as well have not sold mine, right? Nope, God knows more than I do. Ruth and I had discussed the possibility of getting a van. Lot's of room for carrying people and stuff and since commuting will no longer be an issue, neither will gas consumption. I found one on Kijiji that we liked in my price range. Actually made an appointment to go see it, but that's when I was offered the "free" car. I cancelled the appointment. Four days later, I have no free car. When I learned I wasn't getting a free car, I was about to leave for work and rather panicked that I needed to get one soon. Absolutely no time to look for one myself. I don't know if you have bought and sold cars yourself recently, but it is not as easy as it looks. Their is a few things that have to be in place like certification, e-testing, sales kits, lineups at ministry offices, etc. Time consuming and potentially expensive. What if you buy a lemon? It's buyer beware you know! I called the guy with the van hoping it was still available. I had a good feeling about him. Turns out he is a retired pastor that is involved in a street ministry here in Hamilton. A God moment? I think so. I trusted him and his vehicle. It was absolutely in immaculate condition. Somebody had beat me to it, made an offer on it sealed with a hand shake pending approval of the potential buyers wife, but........ no money had changed hands yet. Not a done deal. Since I had no time, my wonderful wife and great dad went on my behalf to look at the van with my unseen approval that if they both liked it, Ruth was to give the guy some money and buy it, quickly. The potential buyers wife disapproved of the purchase. We were in! Ruth made a fantastic offer on it which was hesitantly accepted! The van was ours! We are the proud owners of a beautiful Toyota van and it runs as good as it looks! God knew that all along. He also knew we needed funds to replace the old roof on our house which has been ravaged by rain and sun this year. Something that was out of the question only one week ago with the loan I had on my old newer car which I don't have (either of) cause I unexpectedly sold it and paid off the loan. Now I have the funds available for a new roof and the roofer who lives in this area with 40 years experience who just did my Grandfathers old house around the corner and did a very good job cause I saw it and his truck in the driveway where I got his name from and my wife also got a good feeling that he was the one and he gave us a price that was $3,500 under the closest estimate........ "breath"............. can you tell I'm excited? My grammar has gone right out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, you know the best part of this whole thing for me was the guy who bought our car tells Ruth while they were waiting at the bank for me to pay the loan off that he chose us over other potential purchases because we were so honest and up front in our dealings with him. You know that's something we really strive for is complete honesty. That sometimes can get you in trouble with people. This time it paid off and God allowed us to hear about it. We needed that encouragement from our Heavenly Papa.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story. Each morning we give our lives over to God and he is the one running the show. Father knows best. He is in control. His will be done. Thank you Abba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-9092163554015490349?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9092163554015490349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=9092163554015490349' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/9092163554015490349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/9092163554015490349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-was-week.html' title='That was a week'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4622439501525207852</id><published>2008-09-03T02:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:49:05.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans coming together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Found a home for the bed, sold my car( on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kijiji&lt;/span&gt; for free!), getting another one for free, going to sell the couch and get a new one.( Ruth needs one she can get out of, this one is way too soft) I just know everything is going to work out according to plan. God has always looked after us. I love it when a plan comes together even despite those moments of doubt. God is much bigger than my doubt. I have peace. That's worth more than anything. Plus, I'm going to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very soon. Thank you Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A thought for the day: When God gives you a plan, believe him, step out in faith and follow it, stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;focused&lt;/span&gt; despite the obstacles that get in the way and he will see you through to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4622439501525207852?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4622439501525207852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4622439501525207852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4622439501525207852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4622439501525207852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/plans-coming-together.html' title='Plans coming together'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-3902132122416291312</id><published>2008-08-31T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:03:50.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE TO GOOD HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We finally broke down and bought a new bed today. Really nice one made by Sealy. Great deal at The Brick. Our backs are going to love us. Our current bed is going in the guest room and the natural order of displacement moves a very good double bed made by Royal Mattress out into the hall. It's hardly been used and is in excellent condition and includes mattress, box spring and metal bed frame and is free for the taking. So if anybody out there needs a good double bed. Let me know. We may even be able to arrange delivery, thanks to my dads bicycle trailer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also up for grabs is a nice beige leather couch and love seat. I need some money for that though. About $400 for both is a fair deal I think. But what do I know. If you wave some cash in my face I might grab it! You can then grab the couch and run! Before I change my mind. Let me know if you are interested by sending me an email.  Have great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-3902132122416291312?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3902132122416291312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=3902132122416291312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3902132122416291312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3902132122416291312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-to-good-home.html' title='FREE TO GOOD HOME!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5171381726546910938</id><published>2008-08-25T01:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:37:48.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Is Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel it in the air. I can always tell, about 2 to 3 weeks into August, something in the air changes and I can sense when  September is just around the corner. Even if I didn't have a calender and I didn't know the date, I would be able to tell Fall is not too far away. I don't know why I know, I just do. It happens one day and I go, ahhh! There it is again, that sensation, whatever it is. I love fall. Warm days, cool nights, no bugs. It's the best time of year as far as I am concerned for holidays. That's when I take mine, usually over Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving, especially the dinner part. But, I think we need one good BBQ with the gang, before summer ends. One more week of kids being out of school. My summer bus driving holiday is almost over. I must say I don't miss picking up 80 kids at one stop around 3:20pm. It's been nice and quiet. That is all soon to end. All good things must come to an end. That's what they say anyway. Another summer come and almost gone. Hasn't been too hot either. Tolerable, I would say. I think we live in the best country in the world, with it's changing seasons. I like them all, for one reason or another, but Fall is still my favorite. Always something to look forward to. 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/5686507311811726646-5171381726546910938?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5171381726546910938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5171381726546910938' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5171381726546910938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5171381726546910938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-is-coming.html' title='Fall Is Coming'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5700137584002308684</id><published>2008-08-17T11:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:25:43.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convalescing&lt;/span&gt; at home, I have been watching some very inspirational Christian Programs on TV. One was a sermon from Peoples Church in Toronto on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paul's&lt;/span&gt; letter to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Galatians&lt;/span&gt; and the other a request for financial help from the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews. This was a very moving program. Part of their ministry is to reach out to elderly Jews in Russia and the Ukraine who had to flee from Nazi Germany. They settled in small communities in places like Siberia and have been forgotten and alienated by mainstream society. It is a very cold and harsh environment and many are slowly starving and freezing to death. No food, fuel for heat, medicine and they are lonely and still feel the pain of persecution from the Nazi regime. They are still discovering these small communities that nobody knew existed. Christians have been reaching out to these neglected Jewish people with the basic necessities, most of whom are elderly, sick and dieing. The results have been nothing short of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;miraculous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God said in Genesis 12:2-3 in the call to Abraham:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will make your name great and you will be a blessing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will bless those who bless you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and whoever curses you I will curse;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and all the peoples on the earth will be blessed through you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isaiah 58:6-9 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Is this not the kind of fasting I have chosen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wanderer&lt;/span&gt; with shelter-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you see the naked to clothe him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then your light will break forth like the dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and your healing will quickly appear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then your righteousness will go before you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then you will call and the Lord will answer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you will cry for help and he will say: Here am I."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So would you like to receive a blessing from the Lord and have him hear your prayers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do the real fast. Reach out and help the helpless, especially God's chosen people- the Jews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've added a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Linc&lt;/span&gt; to the website to my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-5700137584002308684?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5700137584002308684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5700137584002308684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5700137584002308684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5700137584002308684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-fast.html' title='The Real Fast'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7790462908579457522</id><published>2008-08-12T17:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:54:10.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do they call them showers? There was no water involved other than what was put into the coffee and tea. Maybe because it was raining presents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kingsville&lt;/span&gt; for Kim's first baby shower this past weekend. Her mother-in-law hosted the event at her restaurant. There was about 30 in attendance including three guys of which I was one, stuck off in a corner where we wouldn't be noticed. But hey, they fed us so I wasn't complaining! Good food too. Done in courses as is Italian tradition. And very good. Well considering she is a cook and makes a living feeding people and is a full blooded Italian. Need I say more. The first dish was of course pasta, followed by some sort of fancy stuffed chicken, green beans and mashed potatoes with gravy, followed by a cherry cheese cake that was to die for. The ladies got some kind fruit and ice cream thing in a chocolate cup which you could eat. They must have run out of those. But, again, the cherry cheese cake was so good, I was very contented. I was starving too, after having driven 4 hours most of which was through a torrential downpour. I said to Ruth at one point, I think we need a boat, not a car. It slowed us down considerably. I thought if we left at 10:30am( the shower was at 2pm) we would be on time. I was wrong. Plus we were 30 minutes late leaving. We were 1 hour late for the shower , but luckily just in time for the food and for Ruth to help Kim open her presents. Which she got allot of. I am told that this is not the only shower she is going to have either. Her and Dan are going to be pretty well set when this baby comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We stayed the night at Dan's parents( Gary and Louise) house. They are very hospitable people. They even gave up their bed for Kim, to make her more comfortable. Now, that's a good mom and dad. There were so many gifts, we couldn't bring them all in our little car, so Gary and Louise will bring them in the van when Dan and Kim move. Hopefully, Ruth and I can return the hospitality favour at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the way home, after another professionally cooked breakfast, ( how does she get the eggs like that?) we stopped off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colasantes&lt;/span&gt;. This is a combination of a greenhouse/restaurant/zoo/novelty store/ Christmas store etc. If you are ever in this area this is a must see. I think they just kept adding on over the years until it has become this huge tourist attraction. They are famous for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;broasted&lt;/span&gt; chicken and home made donuts and apple cider. A real treat believe me. I ate four donuts if that tells you anything. Nothing like them anywhere, especially when you get them warm out of the cooker. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yummmmy&lt;/span&gt;! I'll do twice as many push ups tomorrow to compensate. Honest, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got to feel the baby Kick! WOW! That is so cool. That little life moving around like that. I wonder how they can breathe water? I can't wait to meet her. But if she's anything like her mom and Nana, she'll be beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7790462908579457522?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7790462908579457522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7790462908579457522' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7790462908579457522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7790462908579457522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5585780042448811112</id><published>2008-08-04T01:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:59:20.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All my life I've been surrounded by women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starting with my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then my elder sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I once had two grandma's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They loved to feed me their cookin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All fortified I took a walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoying nature and just lookin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I came across another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And eventually she became my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Included in the deal came a daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That really changed my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now years later my mom and grandma's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The circle of life begins again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The roles begin to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My wife becomes a grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My daughter becomes a mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because the life growing inside her womb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a baby girl we're told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And one day she'll become a women, a mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And a grandma when she gets old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what's the moral of the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know, but I think I'm blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause I'm still surrounded by beautiful women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I think that they're the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-5585780042448811112?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5585780042448811112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5585780042448811112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5585780042448811112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5585780042448811112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-girls.html' title='Baby Girls'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-2417965651529593007</id><published>2008-07-21T11:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:45:48.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Stories of a Bus Driver- Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me tell you about Debbie(not her real name). Debbie was a street worker in an area of T.O. known as the Junction. A short route, 9 minutes long, but a very colorful one, especially after 11:00pm. I would see her standing on her corner at the same time each night. Just like she punched a clock and it was time to go to work. Being a short route I went past the corner several times in a shift, about every 10-15 minutes. She was easy to spot by the way she dressed, displaying her most marketable attributes in the most provocative way possible(even in the cold of winter) in order to attract customers. I could tell when she had a customer, because I would see her actually get into a car or she would disappear for a short period of time. I did this route allot, because being a junior driver, it wasn't a route the senior drivers wanted to do. It was the same thing year after year. It was like she was a permanent fixture on this particular stretch of road at night. She was not alone, there were several of her colleges, but they had their own corner and seemed to cooperate by not infringing on each others territory. She would move around on the Junction. If one corner was not producing, she would move to another. She had her favorite spots and I would usually see her standing at one of them. One cold winter night, she boarded my bus at the end of the line, which was very unusual. She must have been really cold and business was obviously not very good. For the next 5 minutes she told me her whole life story. Do I look like somebody she would trust with this personal information? I don't know, but maybe all the times I saw her, she was seeing me too and I looked like a familiar face and perhaps someone she could share her story with. Sometimes people just need to share their pain so they don't feel totally alone on this planet. I must say, I was a bit nervous and didn't know what to say, which probably was a good thing. So I just listened. She said " Hi, my name is Debbie and I work on the streets". As if I didn't know. I just said, " I know, I've seen you around, how are you?". "Well", she said, " I'm a bit cold and just need to get warmed up for a few blocks, mind if I ride with you?" "No problem", I said. She says, " by the time I was 23 years old, I had six kids. I didn't have a husband or anybody else to help out, but I needed to look after my kids. I was getting welfare, but it wasn't enough, so I had to moonlight, if you know what I mean, to get the extra cash to feed my kids and pay the rent. But somebody squealed on me and they cut me off of welfare cause I was earning other income. Went to court and everything, but lost the case. I ended up with no support, no money, nothing. So here I am. I'm still looking after my kids though. That's why I'm here. Well thanks for the ride, gotta go back to work, I'll get off here." And out she went back to the cold night to make the money she needed to look after her kids. I was a little shocked she was so open with me, but I gained a compassion and understanding I had not had before, or even thought of. I actually gained some respect and admiration for this street worker. Not that I approved of her lifestyle, but her motives were not selfish ones. She was doing this for her kids. I don't claim to have all the answers, but I know one of the things God looks at is motives of the heart. I saw her one Saturday afternoon, she was not working, just walking along the sidewalk talking to people. She had many friends obviously. She stopped to talk with this one girl pushing a baby carriage, stooped down and was making a big fuss over the baby. I knew at that point that what she had told me was true. She loved kids, and this hardened street worker had a heart of compassion when it came to children. I was amazed . Debbie helped me to see her and others like her as people. Not scum, as some would describe them. Real people, in need of love, real love and they still had the ability to give real love to others. Considering the hardships they encounter every day. That amazes me. I haven't seen Debbie for a few years now. I hope she's OK and has found a better way to make a living. Do you think God answered my prayers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is an added thought. I don't know why, but I started thinking about Rahab the "street worker" in the bible who aided the two spies. She was a descendant of Jesus. Why do you think God would put a "street worker" in the lineage of the savior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be continued....................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-2417965651529593007?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2417965651529593007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=2417965651529593007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2417965651529593007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2417965651529593007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-stories-of-bus-driver-part-two.html' title='True Stories of a Bus Driver- Part Two'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-1231705921050020797</id><published>2008-07-10T01:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:23:59.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CAR FOR SALE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I'm selling my car. Just getting ready for a move. It's a 2006 Hyundai Elantra, 4dr. loaded. Has 71,000 highway km's. It has the balance of a 100,000 km comprehensive factory warranty and comes with a complete set of new snow tires on rims. Krown rustproofed. Certified and e- tested. Great commutor. Great gas mileage. 46mpg highway.  I'm asking $11,995. If you are interested or know somebody who is, send me an email and I will give you more details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-1231705921050020797?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1231705921050020797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=1231705921050020797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1231705921050020797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1231705921050020797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/07/car-for-sale.html' title='CAR FOR SALE!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-1613322722353026628</id><published>2008-06-17T00:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:51:09.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE STORIES OF A BUS DRIVER- Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was 10 years ago, April 13, 1998 I became an Urban Transit Operator. That's a fancy name for bus driver. During my first week out on my own, after successfully completing 22 days of intense training, I quickly learned that I had not been taught everything I needed to know. Sometimes, only experience can teach us the practical aspects of our chosen profession. I was working a night shift, which most rookies are forced to do during their early days on the job, which began around 9:00pm until 5:30am the next day. I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; the first part of my route around 1:30am and then turned into a night bus that services the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Danforth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; route after the subway closes. I think I was run 56, which is the third bus across starting from Kipling Station. Obviously, being new, I was being very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;careful&lt;/span&gt; and probably a little slow, because I had not yet developed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; that more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; operators &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; over the passage of time and plus the fact I was not all that familiar with the route. It takes a good year to learn all of the routes stops and characteristics. I knew from listening to other drivers talk at the division that the night bus routes could be a little, let's say colourful, especially on the weekend. I didn't really understand what all that meant. I was just happy I passed all my tests and had good full time employment with which to support my family. I had come from a 15 year background in insurance sales, never even been on a bus before, never worked different shifts. Just 9 to 5 with weekends off. Oh!, what a transition this was ! It was a Saturday night and it was busy. You wouldn't believe how many people are up at all hours of the night in the big city. I can tell you, they aren't going to church services. Some are working, most are partying which included &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ingestion&lt;/span&gt; of every kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; and drug you can think of. The nick name for the night bus was either " The Party Bus" or " The Puke Express". This is where the rookie driver really learned the ins and outs of the job. The night routes are long. Over one hour one way. We did two full round trips a night which took over four hours to complete. In was on my first run back from the top. In bus terms that means I had completed my first up trip (west) and was on my way back (east). Bus trips are either UP- north ,UP-west, DOWN- south, DOWN-east. I noticed this women standing by the side of the road all by herself on The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Danforth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right in the heart of the club district. I assumed she needed a ride and certainly should not have been all by herself at 3:00am in the morning. That could be dangerous for a young lady. Since I had just left the end of the route, I only had a few people on board. I stopped, being a gentleman and wanting to save this young lady from the dangers that could be lurking at this early time of the night, and asked her if she would like a ride on the bus. I soon realized I had made a big mistake. This was no lady. I knew by the time she hit the second step, she was very intoxicated. She also immediately tried to sit on my lap and kiss me. Shocked and not knowing exactly what to do, I was trying to push her away while keeping control of the bus. The guy sitting in the idiot seat ( that's the seat beside the driver and I didn't name it that) was killing himself laughing and was not about to offer any advice. He was enjoying the show just a little too much. She wanted to know where we were going to go for our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" date". I tried to explain to her that I was married and wasn't interested in " dating". She couldn't understand why I stopped to pick her up from her "spot" if I didn't want a "date". Finally my message got through and she realized this was not going to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;profitable&lt;/span&gt; bus ride for her and she got off the bus. Whew! Close call. My first encounter with a lady of the night. The first of many to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lesson # 1- Do not pick up people in between stops at 3:00am on a Sunday morning. They didn't tell me that in school!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I suddenly realized just how naive I really was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...........................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-1613322722353026628?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1613322722353026628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=1613322722353026628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1613322722353026628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1613322722353026628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-stories-of-bus-driver-part-1.html' title='TRUE STORIES OF A BUS DRIVER- Part 1'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-1572169617371188175</id><published>2008-06-11T00:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:25:21.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SIX FACTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All I can do is give you six facts. I can't figure out the link part nor do I know six other bloggers I wish to tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. When I was about two years old, I was helping my father hold the door open while he was cleaning out our septic pump. He was carrying buckets of sewage into the back yard of our house  in Aldershot. He tripped, and a whole bucket of sewage went over my head. He called my mother to come and help. They stood and looked at me wondering what to do. My dad said," I think it would be easier to make a new one than to clean this one up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I was about two or three when we got our first dog for Christmas. My parents got her from the Burlington dog pound. She was a purebred boxer. I still remember how huge she seemed, as my head just came level to her back. We had her for twelve years. Her name was Cindy. Needless to say, boxers are my favorite dogs and I have owned two others in my life time. Plus a Standard Poodle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. My first car was a 1966 AMC Rambler, 3 on the tree. I bought it from my mom for $25 and fixed it up with parts from the car wreckers. I drove it for three years and sold it to my buddy for $150.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. When I was nine we were cottaging up North at a place called Mazinaw Lake. While walking through the woods to the dock one day, I stepped in a wasps nest that was at the base of a tree. They swarmed all over me and I received about 30 stings. My father was walking behind me. He had no idea I new all those swear words. He was shocked. Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. On that same holiday, while out fishing in the boat  in the river area, I hooked into a huge fish. I just had a kids rod and reel, but managed to fight the thing to the boat. My rod was bent right over. I got it close to the boat and saw it was a beautiful Pickerel. My dad, in his excitement, rammed the net into the water and subsequently knocked the fish off my hook. Oh well, better luck next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. My best time for going up North fishing from Hamilton to Parry Sound was done in 60 minutes flat. Impossible you say? Not if you're flying in your friends Cessna Airplane! All you can see North of Orillia is trees and water. I asked my friend, " what if the engine conks out?" He says, " Well, you climb as high as you can and look for a place to land." I said, " There is no place to land!" He says, " we either find an old road to land on or we can do some fast trolling in one of those lakes down there!" Very comforting. Next time I'm not going unless the plane has two engines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-1572169617371188175?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1572169617371188175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=1572169617371188175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1572169617371188175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1572169617371188175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/six-facts.html' title='SIX FACTS'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-2248597167330011031</id><published>2008-06-04T09:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:55:52.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scriptures Come Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just want to acknowledge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;publicly&lt;/span&gt;, the effect the sermons at my church are having on me. Many of the scriptures that are being preached on I have read many times before. These scriptures are being presented in such a manner, that I am able to see them from an angle that I have not considered or seen before. As a result, they seem to be coming alive and are applicable to my life today, even though they were written thousands of years ago. Cool! For example, the most recent sermon this past Sunday was on Acts Chapter 3 vs: 6-8. Peter and John were on their way to the temple and came across this crippled guy. Peter said, ( the Message) " I don't have a nickel to my name, but what I do have, I give you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk!" Peter gave what he had and did not dwell on what he did not have. Both Ruth and I have a deep desire to serve God. So many times I felt guilt when faced with an opportunity and did what I could but felt it was not enough, or didn't act at all because I felt I had nothing to give to that circumstance and did nothing resulting in a missed opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL I HAD TO DO WAS GIVE WHAT I HAD, EVEN IF THAT WAS JUST A PRAYER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FEEL LIBERATED! THE GUILT IS GONE AND SO ARE THE NEGATIVE THOUGHTS OF SELF DOUBT AND INADEQUACY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not going to miss another opportunity to serve because of these things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CAN GIVE WHAT I HAVE AND IT WILL BE EXACTLY WHAT THAT PERSON NEEDS AT THAT TIME BECAUSE GOD DOES NOT MAKE MISTAKES BY BRINGING US TOGETHER AT THAT PRECISE MOMENT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Pastor Patti for your perspective. May God continue to bless you and protect you and the vision he has given you in the scriptures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-2248597167330011031?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2248597167330011031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=2248597167330011031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2248597167330011031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2248597167330011031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/scriptures-come-alive.html' title='Scriptures Come Alive'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6059756277747071695</id><published>2008-06-04T01:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:24:32.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruth and I just celebrated our 13th Wedding Anniversary. I almost said today, but today is already tomorrow because of the time I am writing this. The date is June 3rd. That was my grandmother Spratts birthday too. My moms mom. I had to work today, so we won't actually celebrate until next Monday. Maybe a trip to the Falls, a nice dinner at the Keg and some mini golf. We did manage to get out for breakfast this morning and I was able to send Ruth some Roses to enjoy while I was at work. One of the things I like to do is write poetry. I need more time to think in order to do that. I'm working on the time issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to say being married to Ruth has changed my life. If you knew me before during my single years before I met Jesus, you would not know me. It was not a pretty picture. I'm not the person I used to be. It has been a growth experience. We really are suited for each other and compliment one another. It's like iron sharpening iron. We are a " Team". I didn't think any women could possibly love me. Ruth did, despite all my flaws and rough edges. I don't know who else could have done that. She did, and miraculously still does. Thank you for loving me. I love you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6059756277747071695?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6059756277747071695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6059756277747071695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6059756277747071695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6059756277747071695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4753569042413217252</id><published>2008-05-29T01:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:12:39.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is too busy this time of year and I have nothing to blog about that I can think of. Anything you want to know about? Suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4753569042413217252?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4753569042413217252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4753569042413217252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4753569042413217252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4753569042413217252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-9087678307359855346</id><published>2008-05-22T01:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T02:02:04.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My wife cut out a comic from the paper yesterday that was me to a "T". It was the ADAM comic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are four picture frames:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; picture: Adam is at the keyboard of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; and thinks to himself; " I love blogging. It's a great way to stay in touch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; picture: hands at keyboard, eyes skyward, thinking, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd picture: eyes still skyward, still thinking, thinking, thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; picture: click, click. click, click, " I have nothing to blog about today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's me! Good one Ruth! You made me laugh and made my day and gave me something to blog about! Blogging about having nothing to blog about. That's new one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: I came across a great web site for the Creation verses Evolution argument. Science supports the Creation story! The author says that in two generations the Evolution theory will be nothing more than an intellectual joke. Why? Because the kids these days want examples from their teachers of species that are in the transitional evolutionary stages and they can't come up with any so the teachers are stopping teaching about it! Take a look at: &lt;a href="http://www.fishdontwalk.com/"&gt;http://www.fishdontwalk.com/&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/5686507311811726646-9087678307359855346?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9087678307359855346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=9087678307359855346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/9087678307359855346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/9087678307359855346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/blogging.html' title='BLOGGING'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-2989987351501842167</id><published>2008-05-18T01:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:44:39.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKENDS HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the long weekend, for most people, not me though. Just a regular weekend with Sunday/Monday off. I get paid for my day off. That's easy to take. An extra 8 hours pay for not getting an extra day off. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with me, I'd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt; have the money. I still get to take in the festivities of Victoria Day. There are fireworks at Christie Conservation Area tonight. If it rains it will be Monday night. We'll be there, I think. Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Queenie&lt;/span&gt;! How old is she anyway, and why do we care? I guess you have to be British to fully appreciate the Monarchy. We were going to have a BBQ this weekend, but we have too much work to do outside in the garden, and I need to put grass seed down. Sorry guys! We'll have another one.......promise. The weekends seem so short, and I don't have holidays until October. There is much to look forward to, with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grand baby&lt;/span&gt; on the way. This next year is going to be an interesting one full of new challenges. I like challenges and changes. It makes life interesting. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-2989987351501842167?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2989987351501842167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=2989987351501842167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2989987351501842167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2989987351501842167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekends-here.html' title='WEEKENDS HERE!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-2907983727847678015</id><published>2008-05-12T21:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:12:08.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a really nice weekend with Ruth. Sunday we got together with Ruth's Family to celebrate mothers day. Had a really good brunch at the golf course in Dunnville. They're a fun bunch of people. Love to laugh and have a good time. We got most of our chores done after we got home, and I even snuck in a nice afternoon nap. Today we went shopping in Toronto for some bargains. Went to the Sears Outlet store on Islington Ave. near the 401. I got a pair of jeans for $8.99 and some summer dress pants ( Arnold Palmer's) for $14. Then we continued on, after a nice sandwich combo at Tim's to the Dixie Outlet Mall. Ruth got some really nice sandals and a new purse and wallet at the Naturalizer outlet. Really good quality stuff for a fraction of the price you pay at a regular store. Then on to good old Walmart where she got a nice new spring jacket. Then on to Fortino's for our weekly grocery top up. Had a nice coffee and muffin at the cafe there. Ended up with some take out Chinese food and are settling back chilling on the couch with our favorite TV shows. Starting with Dancing with The Stars. It was just a nice casual day of shopping together. We accomplished a lot, and didn't break the bank! Tomorrow we get back into the routine and look forward to our next weekend adventure. For most people it's a long weekend. Just my normal two day weekend with Sunday/Monday off for me. At least I get the Monday off so we can enjoy the festivities. Fireworks! I love fireworks. Too expensive to buy, so the display down by the bay is worth the effort. BBQ season is here! Mine is gassed up and ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Continuing to follow the healing revival. I was watching the God TV on my computer last night. There was a live worship/intercession service in Jerusalem called " The Call". Then they went to one in Egypt. This is an amazing phenomena. You can watch live TV all over the world and see what Christians are doing. There seems to be a building anticipation towards something big that is about to break loose. It's exciting times we live in. Who would of thought, even 50 years ago, that this was possible? It truly is a global community we are living in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-2907983727847678015?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2907983727847678015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=2907983727847678015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2907983727847678015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2907983727847678015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-weekend.html' title='NICE WEEKEND'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5998611185856190412</id><published>2008-05-05T00:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:22:12.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is On The Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HCF&lt;/span&gt; to listen to the live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;web cam&lt;/span&gt; of the healing revival from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lakeland&lt;/span&gt; Florida led by Pastor Todd Bentley. This began about 30 days ago with 700 people. Tonight involved 30,000 people and is spreading across the world like wild fire. This is a healing revival that is going to end all revivals. Whole cities are going to be healed and come to the Lord. Paul Cain gave a very powerful prophetic word. In fact this revival, was prophesied by him in the 1970's and they played that word for us to hear. Paul prophesied that this revival is the return of the Elijah spirit on the church, not any individual, that will usher in the return of Jesus Christ. Many people are being healed and so far 2 have been raised from the dead. This is going to get stronger and more powerful as thousands soak in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; of the Glory of God and people being raised from the dead will be a daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;. This is the real deal. The one thing that I heard in the spirit tonight is " He is on the move". Meaning Jesus is on the move. I saw him in the spirit stand up from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thrown&lt;/span&gt; and take a step forward. I have had many visions dreams and prophetic words over the past 15 years that have accumulated in my conscience that point to this revival as being true and a real move of God. One thing that has come out of this revival is how God is going to move on the children. Those that have clean hands and pure heart will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anointed&lt;/span&gt; with the glory of God to pray for healing. There will be another meeting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HCF&lt;/span&gt; on Wednesday night at 7:30pm if you are interested and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Linc&lt;/span&gt; to the web site on the blog if you care to watch it at home on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;. The meetings in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lakeland&lt;/span&gt; Florida will be running every night , live, at 7:00 pm. Are you hungry for revival? This is it! Come Lord Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a bus going down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lakeland&lt;/span&gt; from Crossroads at the end of May and also in June if you care to go there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Jesus and everything that happens in this revival will point people to him, and HE will get all the glory. He uses the foolish things of the world to confound the wise. Be ready and Believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-5998611185856190412?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5998611185856190412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5998611185856190412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5998611185856190412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5998611185856190412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-is-on-move.html' title='He Is On The Move'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6437787199876539242</id><published>2008-05-04T00:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:58:21.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gators and Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard on the radio today there is a school down in Colorado that will teach you how to wrestle Alligators. Yes that's right....... gator wrestling. For $150 U.S. you can learn how to take down an alligator, unless he takes you down first. You start off with small ones about 4 feet long, then work your way up the the 600lb 12 footers. The trick is, you have to go in quickly from behind on the gators back and hang on for dear life around his neck. He will try to eat you. They teach you all the techniques. You have to learn how to not let him drag you into the water where he has a great advantage and 60 other friends that would like to eat you too. When he is tired and the ride is over you have to get away as quickly as you got on or he may try to eat you again. Sounds like fun eh? Where do I sign up? The teachers 7 year old daughter has been doing this for some time with great success. If the guys get scared, he gets her to demonstrate and they quickly get their courage back. Amazing what a little girl and a lot of male ego will do to motivate and bring on the courage. I might try getting a group from church to go down and give it a try, Whoever is left over, no pun intended, can pay the bill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a craving for KFC lately. I get this about once a year. Everyday I drive by a KFC outlet, the smell is so good, I'm just wanting to pig out on a large bucket of that succulent, greasy, delicacy. Anybody that is the least bit health conscious, knows KFC is just about the worst junk food that could pass your lips. It is chock full of unhealthy fats, salt and other chemicals and the chicken probably has next to zero nutrients due to the processing and cooking methods. But!, boy does it taste good when you're really hungry. Usually, I will indulge my craving. Completely satisfied after licking my fingers, then get this queasy uneasy feeling in my stomach, then the heartburn, and then I vow I will never do that again. Until the next craving about a year down the road. It used to be when I was younger, that KFC and A&amp;amp;W was the only take out food available. We didn't have much money, so going out to eat at one of these places was a rare treat that only happened, maybe, about once a year. Do you think? No. Could it be? Maybe, this is just a continuation of a childhood habit formed by my parentals? I should consult a shrink and find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What cravings do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6437787199876539242?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.coloradogator.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6437787199876539242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6437787199876539242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6437787199876539242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6437787199876539242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/gaters-and-cravings.html' title='Gators and Cravings'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-9047694041479535792</id><published>2008-05-01T01:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:29:35.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those days where stuff goes wrong. Twos weeks ago I bought one of those Water pic water filters for our tap. We had been using the pitcher you put in the fridge. I thought the tap one would be more convenient, which it is. After one week I had to take it back, because it kept coming off the tap. I know I installed it correctly. Thought it must be a defect in the thing that screws on the tap. I exchanged it for another one. Today, one week later the same thing happened with the new one. Now I'm getting frustrated. Think I'll get my money back and go back to using the fridge pitcher. I don't need the aggravation. I'm rushing to leave for work at noon. Go to clean my glasses and the nose pad falls off my glasses and I can't find it! I need my glasses for work. Can't drive without them. I take the one off Ruth's glasses and lose that one! Now she has no glasses thanks to me. I get one off an old pair and that works, after much sweating and panicking. Get home from work at night, looking forward to a Breakfast Pita with peanut butter ( PC Just Peanuts smooth- new jar) and the seal is broken! NO peanut butter! This is getting desperate. Thank goodness my father is also a peanut butter junkie and bails me out with a large scoop of his. Now I have to return a water filter and a jar of peanut butter and a pair of glasses. They say things come in threes. I hope that's the end of it. Things could be worse. Somebody always has it worse....... right Pastor Patti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-9047694041479535792?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9047694041479535792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=9047694041479535792' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/9047694041479535792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/9047694041479535792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-1413400431343829639</id><published>2008-04-27T21:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:22:17.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The provincial legislature had a special meeting today at 1:30pm and passed bill 55 which legislated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; union workers back to work. This was accomplished in a record time of 31 minutes. Imagine what could be accomplished if we had this kind of unity in government on other issues. Normally, it takes months or years to get legislation passed, if ever sometimes. Amazing! The system will be up and running Monday morning. Not that I'm disagreeing with this, but I'm just wondering, what is the point of having the right to strike if we can get legislated back to work so quickly? Don't forget, this was a LEGAL strike. Our contract expired April 1st and there is no legal requirement to give any notice to the public. They did that last week as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt;. Basically they are saying we don't have the right to strike, but are not willing at this point to make our service essential. Aren't they saying in effect, it is essential?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to say I did not agree with the way in which the union pulled the plug so quickly on service Friday night. They should have allowed the drivers to finish their shifts and make sure everyone got home, then cancelled Saturday service. I think that would have been more responsible and better understood by the public than what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What happened? Why was the offer voted down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basically, the operators got a good deal. The maintenance people and mechanics feel they did not, and many drivers voted NO in solidarity with them because they have supported us in the past when we did not get a fair shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The issue with them is not about money, but job security. What was happening is that with all the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have been purchasing, they have been bringing in mechanics from the factory into our shops to repair them under warranty, threatening our mechanics job security. Also cleaning work has been threatened to be contracted out, putting those jobs at stake. Also they were not included in a new clause called " The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clause " which states that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; operators would always be the highest paid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; all the transit services in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They wanted to be included in this clause too. The result was a division in the union executive and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; union members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An arbitrator will be appointed by the government IF the two sides cannot agree on a contract, which at this point looks like what is going to happen. There will be time limit of 90 days for the arbitrator to dictate the terms of the contract. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am wondering now if we will be asked to work to rule. What is that? Basically enforcing all the rules of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What will that do? Basically shut the system down again. How? Somebody pays $2.00 instead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the $2.75 fare. WE have a fare dispute which can tie a bus up for an hour. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; does this, the system doesn't move and we are just doing our jobs. We will get assaulted, drivers will be off on compensation. No drivers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt; don't move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silly isn't it? Let's hope things get back on track soon. No pun intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-1413400431343829639?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1413400431343829639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=1413400431343829639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1413400431343829639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1413400431343829639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-work.html' title='Back To Work'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7314915024815508308</id><published>2008-04-25T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:26:00.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIKE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Make a long story short. The contract was voted down by 65% of the membership. We strike in about 37 minutes or midnight tonight. Probably will be out over the weekend and possibly into next week until we get ordered back to work. There are going to many unhappy people. This has never happened before in the history of the TTC. Essential service here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7314915024815508308?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7314915024815508308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7314915024815508308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7314915024815508308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7314915024815508308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/strike_25.html' title='STRIKE !'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7147572813182204758</id><published>2008-04-25T00:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:12:45.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE TODAY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The new agreement gets voted on later today. I honestly don't know how it will turn out. The Maintenance workers are not happy with it. The operators part looks good to me. Unfortunately, I'm hearing negative comments all over the place. City council is meeting next week to discuss if they will go to the premier and ask him to make us an essential service. The mayor was on the radio and made the mistake of admitting that if we are made an essential service that our wages will go WAY UP just like it did with the police. Now the membership want us to become an essential service. Isn't that a little weird? We have to go on strike to have the right to strike taken away permanently. I didn't have this problem when I was in the insurance business. Although it made just about the same amount of sense as this does at times. Oh well. Gas is going up to $2.25 per litre by the summer of 2009. The HSR is looking better and better every day. One tank of gas would make up the difference in wages, minus the hassle of the commute. I think I will just close my ears and enjoy the ride. It's clearly out of my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;................................................................................................................. to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7147572813182204758?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7147572813182204758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7147572813182204758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7147572813182204758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7147572813182204758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/vote-tomorrow.html' title='VOTE TODAY !'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-874007451883723479</id><published>2008-04-20T23:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:45:34.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO STRIKE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were able to avert a strike. A tentative agreement has been reached. It just has to be ratified by the membership with the recommendation of our union executive. In the agreement we will receive a 3% wage increase per year for the next 3 years. There were no concessions made. We gained some ground on benefits as it relates to work related injuries. That's all the details I have, but it looks fairly good on the surface. Praise God! I'm sure there are many relieved commuters. As far as TTC being declared an essential service, that remains unknown at this time. The premier is in favour of it. I'm not sure about the commission. Everybody knows it is an essential service in Toronto. I think eventually, in time, it will be made official. It has to, because striking, in my opinion, is really no longer an option, and I think everyone, including the union, recognises that fact. TTC? HSR? TTC? HSR? The jury is still out on that one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-874007451883723479?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/874007451883723479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=874007451883723479' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/874007451883723479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/874007451883723479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-strike.html' title='NO STRIKE !'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-175632544585296362</id><published>2008-04-18T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:19:20.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIKE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it looks like we will be on strike come Monday morning at 4:00am if we do not have an agreement by 4:00pm Sunday. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunate&lt;/span&gt; we have to play these silly games to try and manipulate the other side. Both sides are equally guilty of this. It's almost like this thing has a life of it's own and is on automatic pilot or something. I have a funny feeling we will have a contract before the deadline. Why does it take a threat to get the other side to do something? It's like let's not fix the thing until it's broke. Haven't they heard of preventative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt;? I think the only thing the public really cares about is getting to work or school or wherever they are going and being able to afford the ride. They really couldn't give a rip what we are paid or what benefits we have as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Long&lt;/span&gt; as the service is working. Do you blame them? I don't. If I wasn't involved, I wouldn't give a rip either. I think if we do go out, it may be good in that the upper levels of government will have to do something. Either come up with more subsidy or perhaps make us an essential service? Let's hope so. Then the threats can stop and we can get on with our business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-175632544585296362?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/175632544585296362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=175632544585296362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/175632544585296362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/175632544585296362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/strike.html' title='STRIKE !'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6001489681459272690</id><published>2008-04-05T09:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:25:54.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulletin Bloopers by Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taken from the book " Help, I Can't Stop Laughing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Jean will be leading a weight-management series Wednesday nights. She's used the program herself and has been growing like crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* This afternoon there will be a meeting in the South and North ends of the church. Children will be baptized at both ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Tuesday at 4:00pm there will be an ice cream social. All ladies giving milk will please come early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Wednesday the ladies liturgy will meet. Mrs. Johnson will sing " Put me in My Little Bed" accompanied by the pastor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* The service will close with " Little Drops of Water". One of the ladies will start quietly and the rest of the congregation will join in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* The ladies of the church have cast off clothing of every kind. They can be seen in the church basement Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* The Lutherans men's group will meet at 6:00pm. Steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, bread and desert will be served for a nominal feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Eight new choir robes are currently needed, due to the addition of several new members and to the deterioration of some older ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* The senior choir invites any member of the congregation who enjoys sinning to join the choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* At evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" What Is Hell?" Come early and listen to our choir practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Today........ Christian Youth Fellowship Sexuality Course, 8:00pm. Please park in the rear parking lot for this activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* The eighth graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the church basement on Friday at 7:00pm. The congregation is invited to join this tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* The associate minister unveiled the church's new giving campaign slogan last Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" I Upped My Pledge- Up Yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* A new loudspeaker system has been installed in the church. It was given by one of our members in honour of his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's going to be a great sunny weekend! Have a good one. BBQ Time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your favorite food cooked on the BBQ? Mine is steak, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;, corn on the cob and roasted vegetables ( onion, red and green peppers, carrots and zucchini) YUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6001489681459272690?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6001489681459272690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6001489681459272690' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6001489681459272690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6001489681459272690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/04/bulletin-bloopers-by-anonymous.html' title='Bulletin Bloopers by Anonymous'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-3177061932748578381</id><published>2008-03-29T01:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:49:20.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Indiana Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take a look at the new Linc I have about this fellow Vendyl Jones. Very Interesting. Yes, the movie Indiana Jones was made based on this gentleman's life's work. He was interviewed live on Richard Syretts talk show on 1010 Talk Radio CFRB. You can look up their web site at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cfrb.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.cfrb.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Vendyl Jones is a highly educated Christian. He studied the Torah and is close relationship with high ranking Jewish authorities belonging to the Sanhedrin. He has dedicated his life to uncovering biblical artifacts that prove the historic accuracy of scripture and disprove many Jewish myths and beliefs. Here are some interesting facts I learned in the interview as my memory will allow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Israel was reformed as a nation in 1948 in fulfillment of prophesy. At that same time, a natural disaster uncovered half of Noah's Ark which is located in Turkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Vendyl is in possession of The Copper Scroll, and Marble tablets. The information in the Copper Scroll lead him to the location of The Ark Of The Covenant. The Silver Scroll which is a commentary on the Copper Scroll has not yet been located, but he believes they will find it with the Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- He is in the process of raising $88,000 needed to excavate the Ark Of The Covenant. He will not accept any government money, as he believes the Ark belongs to the Jewish people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- When he uncovers the Ark, it will be given over to the Sanhedrin, handled only by Levitical Priests who have undergone the cleansing process and moved to the Dome Of The Rock, in Gilgal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- This will be in fulfilment of prophesy in Amos 9: 11-15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- It is believed this will spark world war III, as the Palestinians believe they should have the Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- There are many groups that claim to be in possession of the Ark or know of its whereabouts. He said they are all "liars". He doesn't pull any punches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- The result would be the second coming of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- This will take place in the next few years. There was a year 2012 that was mentioned as a possible time line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- There are also other key artifacts that he has uncovered. You can see these on his web site. It was the discovery of these that lead to the location of the Ark of The Covenant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- He mentioned that although he was not personally involved, he believes the Shroud Of Torin is real and authentic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe in my spirit this man is the real deal. I think he is right. You know how you just know? I have always known in my spirit I would be alive when Jesus returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is exciting times we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are to be doing the Lord's work until he returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come Lord Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-3177061932748578381?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3177061932748578381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=3177061932748578381' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3177061932748578381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3177061932748578381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/real-indiana-jones.html' title='The Real Indiana Jones'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5664444376561249296</id><published>2008-03-24T10:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:36:03.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Strike or not to Strike?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it's that time again. It happens every three years. Our contract is up with TTC at the end of March, we rejected their first offer, which we always do and are waiting for next one, which will also get rejected. Don't you hate predictable games? I do, with a passion. It's the same game many of us play in our relationships. I don't play well. I guess I'm too honest, which is a real turn off to some people, refreshing to others. I am learning to be honest with out hurting peoples feelings. It is a balancing act of tact, wisdom, patience and knowing when to keep your mouth shut. Fortunately, I do learn from my mistakes and am always looking for self improvement. I wish the TTC and the Amalgamated Transit Union would do the same. It is not a good relationship. I've never understood how organizations with the name "Union" in them can create so much "disunity". It's all about the money. They want to spend less, and we want more. Quite frankly, I would be happy if they just left everything the same and just gave us an inflationary increase. They want to take away things we already have. That is not acceptable. Being a bus/streetcar/train operator is not as easy as it looks. If driving large vehicles in bad city traffic was not stress full enough, we also get abused and assaulted by the public in every way imaginable, just for doing our jobs. We get spit on, punched, kicked, sworn at, stabbed, and shot. Mostly just for asking people to pay for their ride and sometimes because we work on the streets of an increasingly dangerous city and happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. We've had two drivers shot in the past year and have lost their careers as a result. On top of that, due to poor management planning we are short of equipment and there are not enough buses on the road to carry all the people that want to ride them. On any given day we have 10 to 20 drivers sitting in the division with no bus to drive. Imagine what that does to the other drivers on the line and the customers who need to get to work. Talk about everyone being frustrated. They waste money like it was water by opening a multi-million dollar division, then deciding not to use it. Spending millions of dollars on another and then closing it down. But, they don't have any money? If they would give us more responsibility by allowing us to communicate with each other by installing a two way radio system, we could run the lines much better than a supervisor sitting in his office looking at an outdated computer system asking questions like " where are you?". Aren't they supposed to know.  When you treat people like a bunch of idiots, what do you think you are going to get in return? Thank God I carry a cell phone. We could do with half the management staff and save TTC millions of dollars and the customer would be much happier. IT works for Toyota, why not TTC? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think stikes are stupid. They have outlived their purpose. Transit in a big city has become an essential service. Stop the games and make it so. IF we can't agree on the terms of the contract, get a disinterested third party to decide in arbitration what is best for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would agree to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I might be moving to HSR anyway. Closer to home. Hamilton. Closer to God too I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-5664444376561249296?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5664444376561249296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5664444376561249296' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5664444376561249296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5664444376561249296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-strike-or-not-to-strike.html' title='To Strike or not to Strike?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6540103753253174022</id><published>2008-03-20T12:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:56:27.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is really  the biggest Christian celebration. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; a little over shadowed with all the commercialism of Christmas. It's great to celebrate the birth of our saviour, but the whole message of that event is wrapped up in Easter. " HE HAS RISEN" and to those that believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" SO SHALL WE RISE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1Corinthians 11: 23-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" For I passed on to you what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; from the Lord  himself. On the night when he was betrayed, the Lord Jesus took some bread and gave thanks to God for it. Then he broke it in pieces and said, " This is my body, which is given to you. Do this to remember me. In the same way, he took the cup of wine after supper, saying, "&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; This cup is the NEW covenant between God and his people- an agreement confirmed with my blood. &lt;/span&gt;Do this to remember me as often as you drink it." For every time you eat this bread and drink this cup, you are announcing the Lord's death until he comes again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, from His head, His hands, His feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorrow and love flow mingled down;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did e'er such love and sorrow meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or thorns compose so rich a crown? -- Watts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOTHING SPEAKS MORE CLEARLY OF GOD'S LOVE THAN THE CROSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a wonderful weekend everybody. This is a time for reflection, sharing with family and friends, a time for forgiveness. Let's be ready for when Jesus comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6540103753253174022?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6540103753253174022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6540103753253174022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6540103753253174022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6540103753253174022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER !'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6810676003095017600</id><published>2008-03-19T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:47:05.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE YEARS'S BEST HEADLINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Experts Say School Bus Passengers Should Be Belted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Iraqi Head Seeks Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Eye Drops Off Shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Teacher Strikes Idle Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Enraged Cow Injures Farmer With Ax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Plane Too Close To Ground, Crash Probe Told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Two Sisters Reunited After 18 Years at Checkout Counters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Cold Wave Linked To Temperatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Kids Make Nutritious Snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Chef Throws His Heart into Helping Feed Needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* New Vaccine May Contain Rabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Hospitals Are Sued by Seven Foot Doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Drunk Gets Nine Months in Violin Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Prostitutes Appeal to Pope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* British Left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waffles&lt;/span&gt; on Falkland Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* Stolen Painting Found by Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* War Dims Hope for Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you had at least one good laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6810676003095017600?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6810676003095017600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6810676003095017600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6810676003095017600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6810676003095017600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/yearss-best-headlines.html' title='THE YEARS&apos;S BEST HEADLINES'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-477204294985345359</id><published>2008-03-15T02:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:36:53.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Claudio, Rest in Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you read my post for March 2ND entitled " Life can be Bitter Sweet", I told you about my co-worker being sick and dieing in hospital. I was on holidays and out of touch with what was going on at work. This was the day of his funeral. I just found out tonight, Yes, he died. 42 years old, leaving behind a wife, 9 year old son and 3 month old daughter. A group of drivers took a bus and drove it to Brampton where the funeral took place. I missed it. I had every intention of visiting him in the hospital, because he was so close, Hamilton General. I wanted to talk to him about Jesus and pray with him. I don't know if he knew the Lord or not. We talked about a few things at work, but not our faith. I missed my opportunity and I'm not feeling very good about that right now. In fact, to say I'm a little ticked at myself is an understatement. I have missed a few opportunities in life to be a blessing to someone, and every time I say I won't let that happen again, my life gets in the way, and I miss it again. To show you what kind of man Claudio was and how he cared about people, about one year ago, while driving his bus, he came across a single car accident, where the car had hit a tree. There were two ladies trapped inside. He stopped, got them out of the car and then went back to get their purses! The car was smoking. He was being recognized by TTC for bring a hero. He died February 27Th, two days before he was to be presented with the award. They gave it to his 9 year old son, who still doesn't really understand what happened to his dad, but he does understand what he did for others, those two ladies. What a way to be remembered! To go out as a hero. He didn't see himself as a hero. He just considered it part of his job. You know there are some people in life you just connect with? Claudio was one of those. He would spend time excitedly telling me about his trip to the Ukraine ( his wife is Ukrainian, he is Spanish) meeting his father-in-law and brother-in-law for the first time. He told the story several times and I listened to it every time. Maybe that's why he talked to me, because I liked to listen to his story. I'm really sad he is gone and I won't get to talk to him or listen to him anymore. I feel very sorry for his wife and his children. He was too young to die and had too much to live for.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life just is not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think there is no justice in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I know differently, because God is all about fairness and justice.&lt;br /&gt;The day is coming when we will finally have these two things.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my friend. Claudio Infante. May you rest in peace. My hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-477204294985345359?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/477204294985345359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=477204294985345359' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/477204294985345359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/477204294985345359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodbye-claudio-rest-in-peace.html' title='Goodbye Claudio, Rest in Peace'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7286131442082259279</id><published>2008-03-13T02:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:13:20.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To face Hard Reality, Not Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I came across this scripture today. It hit me between the eyes. It came alive for me and was as if God was speaking to all of us. Very humbling and I think relevant for today. What came to mind was sweet and sour/ sweet and salty. I love sweet and sour meat balls and sweet and salty desert. I think grace and judgement is like that. They go together well and balance each other out. I think God intended it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Amos 5: 18-24 The Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;" Woe to all of you who want God's judgement day! Why would you want to see God, want him to come? When God comes it will be bad news before it is good news, the worst of times, not the best of times. Here's what it's like: A man runs from a lion right into the jaws of a bear. A women goes home after a hard days work and is raped by a neighbor. At God's coming we face hard reality, not fantasy- a black cloud with no silver lining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I can't stand your religious meetings. I'm fed up with your conferences and conventions. I want nothing to do with your religious projects, your pretentious slogans and goals. I'm sick of your fund raising schemes, your public relations and image making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've had all I can take of your noisy ego-music. When was the last time you sang to me? Do you know what I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I want justice- oceans of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I want fairness- rivers of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's what I want. That's all I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Question: Would we need grace if there was no impending judgement hanging out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What keeps us honest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7286131442082259279?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7286131442082259279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7286131442082259279' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7286131442082259279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7286131442082259279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-face-hard-reality-not-fantasy.html' title='Time To face Hard Reality, Not Fantasy'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4232868056212244201</id><published>2008-03-10T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:17:53.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer too for Me Today........ For You!</title><content type='html'>A Prayer©&lt;br /&gt; By Jacquline S. Meyndert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I pray Lord that you'll restrain me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When someone lashes out to hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't allow me to bid revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But teach me to avert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teach me to love unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teach me always to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teach me to teach good things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things that will always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I pray for the wisdom that will bring peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I pray for the understanding that will bring love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I pray for heavenly blessings that will come from our Father above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bless me with the faith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Lord To make this prayer come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bless me with the strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Lord To follow after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4232868056212244201?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4232868056212244201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4232868056212244201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4232868056212244201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4232868056212244201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-prayer-too-for-me-today-for-you.html' title='My Prayer too for Me Today........ For You!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5366015919017656809</id><published>2008-03-08T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:36:06.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INSURANCE CLAIMS ----- SHORT RESPONSES</title><content type='html'>BY ANONYMOUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Coming home, I drove into the wrong house and collided with a tree I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I collided with a stationary car going the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A pedestrian hit me and went under my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I had been shopping for plants all day and was on my way home. As I reached an intersection, a hedge sprang up, obscuring my vision, and I did not see the other car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To avoid hitting the bumper of the car in front, I struck the pedestrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My car was legally parked as it backed into the other vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An invisable car came out of nowwhere, struck my car and vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I was sure the old fellow would never make it to the other side of the curb when I struck him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I was thrown from the car as it left the road. I was later found in the ditch by some stray cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The telephone pole was approaching. I was attempting to swerve out of its way when it struck the front end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face."  -   Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " The cheerful heart has a continual feast" - Proverbs 15:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " It is God's giving if we laugh or weep" - Sophocles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-5366015919017656809?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5366015919017656809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5366015919017656809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5366015919017656809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5366015919017656809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/insurance-claims-short-responses.html' title='INSURANCE CLAIMS ----- SHORT RESPONSES'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-1771343349392404837</id><published>2008-03-06T07:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:17:12.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Post</title><content type='html'>I started off with a Post inspired by Patti's blog, but came across this in the paper, so I decided to do both Posts in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post# 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Headline on Page 1 of The Hamilton Spectator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"One coffin holds so much life unlived"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This is the story of the 22 year old mother and her three children that died in the house fire on March 1st. Tragic! This story was going through my mind when I wrote my last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Headline on Page 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;" Lord, we have questions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This was the statement from Reverend Jan Huijgen who did the funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;We all know the theologically correct answer to this statement. You know, this was not God's original purpose and it had to do with original sin, bla bla bla. It just doesn't seem to further our cause by being theologically correct at a time like this. This is one of those times when it is safe to say that there are times when life just stinks! Why Lord? They were so young and innocent and had so much life ahead of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I've been told the best thing you can say to grieving people is NOT " I understand", or " they are in a better place". It is simply " I"m sorry for your loss", and just be there with them in their grief and , maybe do something practical like make a meal and drop it off. People don't have time or desire to cook or eat during times like this, but they have to. Be available after the funeral, when ,most people forget, because the grieving process can be a long one. As Christians, I believe we need to be there for hurting people. That's my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND............ We can learn from this experience. Within your sphere of influence, if you have  friends and loved ones, make sure they  have working smoke detectors and if they don't , get them one. Those few minutes of warning can be the difference between life and death. This tragedy could have been prevented. Check the batteries in your smoke detectors at least once a year if not more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti's blog post on "meat" inspired me to share a Chili recipe I recently tried, which is very simple and very good!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite "meat" recipe you would like to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILI CON CARNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;- 1lb (450 g) ground beef, I like extra lean&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 cup (125 ml) chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;- 2 tbsp ( 30 ml) chili powder&lt;br /&gt;- 1 clove garlic, sliced or minced&lt;br /&gt;- 1 can ( 15 oz) ( 425 ml) kidney beans, undrained&lt;br /&gt;- 1 can CAMPBELL'S condensed Tomato soup ( note: it's their recipe, but it really is better than no name, no kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;- 1/4 cup ( 50 ml) water&lt;br /&gt;- 2 tsp ( 10 ml) vinegar&lt;br /&gt;Hot cooked rice or baked potato optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In 10 inch ( 25 cm) skillet over medium heat, cook beef, onion, chili powder and garlic until onion is tender and beef is thoroughly cooked and NO pink remains, stirring to separate meat. Spoon off fat.&lt;br /&gt;* Stir in beans, soup water and vinegar. Heat to boiling. Reduce heat to low. Cook 10 minutes, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;* serve over rice or baked potato if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To microwave: Into 2-quart ( 2L) microwave-safe casserole, crumble beef. Stir in onion, chili powder and garlic. Cover with lid; microwave on HIGH 5 minutes or until meat is no longer pink, stirring halfway through cooking to separate meat. Spoon off fat. Stir in beans, soup, water and vinegar. Cover; microwave on HIGH 5 minutes or until bubbling, stirring halfway through cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 5 main-dish servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-1771343349392404837?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1771343349392404837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=1771343349392404837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1771343349392404837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/1771343349392404837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/double-post.html' title='Double Post'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4893455978011280388</id><published>2008-03-02T21:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:04:32.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Life can be Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have been celebrating allot of birthdays recently. Ruth just had a big one. Dan had one a few days ago. We celebrated my mother-in- laws 75th today. Although hers is the same day as mine which is actually March 4th. I like to call it March forth for Jesus. We have many other birthdays in the family around this time of year, all important, because each of us are creations of God put here for a purpose and I think that is worth celebrating. My dad will have his 85th this year. WOW! He seems to get younger every day. Now a new grandchild on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this celebration of life going on, I have never in my life had such a strong sense of my own mortality. I am not going to live forever on this earth. I know that sounds funny coming from a dedicated Christian. It has really hit home to me that any day my life could be snuffed out by disease or by accident. I ask myself, " am I ready to go home and meet Jesus?". I have so much I want to do and haven't accomplished yet. What would I do if I learned I only had a few weeks to live or if I died in a car accident on the way home from work on the QEW one day. It happens almost every day. I have a co-worker in the hospital right now dieing of some weird disease I've never heard of before. A great guy age 41, with two beautiful children, one of which he has never seen because she was born while he was in a coma, and a beautiful dedicated wife. Why him and not me? We never think it could be us. Somehow, I escaped thinking of the reality of these things. Perhaps I thought I was invincible. I now have come to the realization that I am not. I don't even know why I am thinking of these things at this point in time. I want to be ready for when it happens and I want to feel good about it if it does. It's good to celebrate life, but I also think it's good to think about our death and our resurrection to new life.&lt;br /&gt;That is supposed to be a Christians ultimate celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know God is always good and he created life which is also good, but sometimes &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;life stinks. &lt;/span&gt;It can be &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bitter sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We need to hang on to hope and remain thankful for what we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Philippians 1:21: " For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain."&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/5686507311811726646-4893455978011280388?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4893455978011280388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4893455978011280388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4893455978011280388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4893455978011280388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/celebrating-life-can-be-bitter-sweet.html' title='Celebrating Life can be Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6772171656429080499</id><published>2008-02-29T13:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:39:38.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IS THIS TRUE OR FALSE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it's much easier just to stay a kid for the rest of your life. Life is so much simpler. First Santa Clause, now the Easter Bunny! I saw this in Readers Digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What is the origin of the Easter Bunny? by Rahman Mohamed of Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Easter, which is observed by Christians to commemorate the resurrection of Christ, is also the name of the pagan festival and goddess of spring and offspring. Eastre. Many Christian holidays are based on pagan astronomical roots. Easter, for one, coinsides with the spring equinox and today is observed on the first Sunday after the first full moon on or after the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;The earthly symbol of the goddess Eastre is the hare. The custom of the Easter Bunny in North America dates back to the 18th century and the arrival of German immigrants, although the celebration of the holiday did not become widespread until the 19th century, by which time the Eastre hare had been replaced by the Easter Rabbit- or Bunny. Exchanging candy and chocolate Easter eggs is a 20th century invention, but exchanging real eggs is an ancient, springtime custom that predates Easter. The egg, as symbol of birth and rebirth, has a long tradition in many cultures, including Egyption, Roman and Greek. In the 2nd century AD, the Catholic Church combined the ancient tradition of the egg with legend of Simon of Cyrene, who is said to have placed a basket of eggs on the ground so he could help carry Christ's cross. Upon returning to his basket, he discovered the eggs were a rainbow of colours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've never heard that Simon of Cyrene story before. I have heard something about the pagan holiday coinciding with Easter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what the truth is.&lt;br /&gt;What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;I still want a chocolate bunny for Easter!!&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/5686507311811726646-6772171656429080499?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6772171656429080499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6772171656429080499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6772171656429080499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6772171656429080499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-this-true-or-false.html' title='IS THIS TRUE OR FALSE?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-9032359311823961949</id><published>2008-02-22T02:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:32:51.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Time!</title><content type='html'>One more day and I have two weeks of paid vacation! Nice. No routine. We're not doing anything special, just getting some things done I can't do while I am working. I may take a blogging holiday too. This thing can be addictive. So I may or may not be commenting too much. OK, you can stop cheering now. Maybe I'll be a lurker, like some of you are! Or maybe not. One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" God never threatens; the devil never warns." Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes use the words "threat" and "warning" interchangeably, but chambers saw a principal that suggests a distinction. Threats are used to get people to do what is in our best interest. Warnings are issued to get people to do what is in their best interest. In other words, threats seek to preserve power whereas warnings serve to protect people from danger. Satan wants us to think of God's loving warnings as mean-spirited threats, but he is wrong. According to Chambers, " A warning is a great arresting statement of God's, inspired by his love and patience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving relationships, people warn one another of the inevitable consequences of foolish behavior. In unhealthy relationships, people threaten one another with punishment if they fail to live up to unreasonable demands.&lt;br /&gt;As we interact with others, it's good to consider the nature of our counsel and commands. Do we use ultimatums to preserve our own well being? Or do we lovingly warn others to keep them from harm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNINGS ARE AN EXPRESSION OF LOVE; THREATS ARE AN EXPRESSION OF CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great questions, great thoughts. TRUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Deuteronomy 4:32-40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BLESSED WEEK EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-9032359311823961949?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9032359311823961949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=9032359311823961949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/9032359311823961949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/9032359311823961949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/holiday-time.html' title='Holiday Time!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-8725844192266105288</id><published>2008-02-17T00:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T08:15:18.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Injustice of the Worst Kind</title><content type='html'>I was listening to CFRB talk radio tonight and heard some rather disturbing news. There was a lady on the show that is involved with human rights in all parts of the world, particularily as it concerns the abuse and wrongfull incarceration and killing of women. This seems to be rampant in Islamic countries like Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, etc. Apparently, the latest case involves a young women who was raped in Iran. Aparently in the Islamic religion and culture, if a women has any kind of sexual experience prior to marriage, the penalty is death by stoning. She is responsible for keeping herself pure until marriage. This young lady was RAPED! How in the world can that be her fault? Because she was not able to find four men to verify that she was indeed raped, she has been held responsible and has been put in jail on death row and sentenced to death by stoning.So, not only does she have to deal with the trama of being raped, which has to be a violation  at the deepest level, she is getting killed for it! Unbelieveable! According to Islamic law, women must have four men witnesses to prove their innocence. It is next to impossible to find four men to vouch for any women. Women in these countries are treated worse than the animals. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.How can people be so cruel? Don't these men have wives, mothers, grandmothers and sisters they care about? What kind of evil religion would condone such violence against such prescious women?&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious Jesus loved women. He was surrounded by them and they were some of his closest confidants.He treated them with the utmost respect, honour and love. &lt;br /&gt;I also have been surrounded by women my whole life. My mother, two older sisters, two grandmothers, my wife, step-daughter and many spiritual sisters. I also honour, respect and love women. I can't conceive of the behavior I have heard about tonight. I'm so angry, I don't know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;My protective instincs have been engaged to the max.&lt;br /&gt;How can we stand by and do nothing?&lt;br /&gt;What can we do?&lt;br /&gt;Why does God allow this kind of injustice to continue?&lt;br /&gt;I know, women have had to fight for justice, even in this country, to gain some kind of equality with men. It wasn't that long ago women recieved the right to vote! Women in this country now have the opportunity to pursue their dreams, ambitions, education and career goals. The battle is not completely over, especially in the church, but it has progressed a long way from where it was.&lt;br /&gt;In other countries women are being killed for getting raped!&lt;br /&gt;That is Injustice at it's very worst.&lt;br /&gt;That must grieve God's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;It has mine.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to add that the Islamic Muslim religion is the fastest growing religion in Canada. We are letting them in this country by the thousands and they are not leaving their fundamental beliefs behind. They are building huge expensive temples. The centre for Canada can be seen in Mississauga on the south side of the QEW, with a large phallic symbol right in front to declare exactly where they stand. I can explain the meaning of that symbol, but not in my blog, due to the graphic sexual nature of it, but I can tell you it is both against women and is anti-semetic.&lt;br /&gt;We are in for a rude awakening unless somebody wakes up soon. Talk about a trogen horse strategy to take over the world. That is their goal.&lt;br /&gt;And the government is removing God from everything public? So as not to offend other religions? The lastest of which is Dalton Macginty taking the Lords Prayer out of parlament? God is the only one who can really protect us against these terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the Devil is still alive and working?&lt;br /&gt;Where are Gods people with their gifts of discernment to pray against the strategies of the devil?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one that sees what is happening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-8725844192266105288?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8725844192266105288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=8725844192266105288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8725844192266105288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8725844192266105288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/injustice-of-worst-kind.html' title='Injustice of the Worst Kind'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-4983211393109588262</id><published>2008-02-13T01:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:02:59.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more humour?</title><content type='html'>From the same book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visiting minister offered the opening prayer: " Dear Lord," he began with arms extended and a rapturous look on his upturned face, " without you we are but dust..."&lt;br /&gt;He would have continued, but at that silent, awkward moment when he paused for a breath, one very obedient young girl( who was listening carefully) leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little voice:&lt;br /&gt;" Mommy, what is butt dust?"&lt;br /&gt;Church was pretty much over at that point.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A women went to the post office to buy stamps for her Christmas cards. " What denomination?" askd the clerk. " oh good heavens! Have we come to this?" said the women. " Well give me fifty Catholic and fifty Baptist ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nuns were driving down a country road when they ran out of gas. They walked to a farm house and a farmer gave them some gasoline, but the only container he had was an old bedpan. The nuns were happy to take whatever they were offered and returned to their car.&lt;br /&gt;   As they were pouring the gasoline from the bedpan into the tank of their car, a protestant minister drove by. He stopped, rolled down his window, and said, " Excuse me sisters. I'm not of your religion, but I couldn't help admiring your faith!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four classes of church members: the tired, the retired, the tiresome, and the tireless. &lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit griping about your church; if it were perfect you wouldn't belong.&lt;br /&gt;Msgr. &lt;br /&gt;Joseph P. Dooley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest critisism is hard to take, particularily from a relative, a friend, an aquaintance, or a stranger.-- &lt;br /&gt;Franklin P. Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an older aunt who has been married four times-- first to a banker, then an entertainer, a preacher, and a funeral director. When asked why she had married that many times and to such a diverse mix of men, she had a great reply. " One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go!" &lt;br /&gt;Dan Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband gave me a mood ring the other day. When I'm in a good mood, it turns green. When I'm in a bad mood, it leaves a red mark on his forehead. &lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh! It's good for you. Have a great day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-4983211393109588262?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4983211393109588262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=4983211393109588262' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4983211393109588262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/4983211393109588262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-more-humour.html' title='A little more humour?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6068646481289615324</id><published>2008-02-11T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:33:20.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOGS AND CATS: Anonymous</title><content type='html'>This story is quoted from a book called " Help I can't stop laughing!" selected by Ann Spangler with Shari Macdonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Adam and Eve said, " Lord when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you any more. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much you loved us."&lt;br /&gt;   And God said, " NO Problem! I will create a companion for you who will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unloveable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;   And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;   And it was a good animal.&lt;br /&gt;   And God was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;   And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve, and he wagged his tail.&lt;br /&gt;   And Adam said, " Lord, I have already named all the animals in the kingdom, and I cannot think of a name for this new animal."&lt;br /&gt;   And God said, " No problem. Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him 'Dog'."&lt;br /&gt;   And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them.&lt;br /&gt;   And they were comforted.&lt;br /&gt;   And God was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;   And Dog was content and wagged his tail.&lt;br /&gt;   After a while, it came to pass that and angel came to the Lord and said, " Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks, and they beleive they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved but perhaps too well."&lt;br /&gt;   And God said, " No problem! I will create for them a companion who will be with them forever and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know they are not always worthy of adoration."&lt;br /&gt;   And God created 'Cat' to be a companion to Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;   And Cat would not obey them.&lt;br /&gt;   And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's eyes they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.&lt;br /&gt;   And Adam and Eve learned humility.&lt;br /&gt;   And they were greatly improved.&lt;br /&gt;   And God was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;   And Dog was happy.&lt;br /&gt;   And Cat didn't give a fig one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one more short one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Difference between Dogs and Cats by John Ortberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to received wisdom, there is a difference between dogs and cats. A dog says, " You love me, feed me, shelter me, care for me--- you must be God."&lt;br /&gt;A cat says, " You love me, feed me, shelter me, care for me--- I must be God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6068646481289615324?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6068646481289615324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6068646481289615324' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6068646481289615324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6068646481289615324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/dogs-and-cats-anonymous.html' title='DOGS AND CATS: Anonymous'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-3388396616081555194</id><published>2008-02-09T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:06:59.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE CONCERTS.THEY ARE NOT ALL CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTH.</title><content type='html'>Ruth and I went to the Rascal Flatts concert at Air Canada Center last night. This was the main part of her 50th birthday present. I like their music. They are very talented musicians. Right now they have THE biggest fan base in the world. That fact doesn't impress me. That's just what they told us. Honestly though, we're not sure we want to go to another concert like this in the near future. Firstly, it is a very expensive evening, but that's not the main problem. It was so loud and so many flashing lights it was uncomfortable. Both Ruth and I wanted to get out of there at one point because we could feel the vibrations in our chest it was SO loud and the base was SO strong and the lights were giving Ruth seizures. We had to fight unbelieveable crowds of rude people. Ruth was having trouble walking and it was a major effort just getting in and out of the place. I would have preferred to listen to a CD in my car. At least I could understand the words. Secondly, the atmosphere just didn't turn me on. Just about everybody around us was getting stinking drunk, including some teenage girls just in front of us. They got into a fight over standing rights with the girls in the next row. Why does everyone have to stand? The ones sitting can't see over them. That means everyone has to stand through the whole concert just to see what is going on. Not comfortable. Security was called and just caused a big unnessesary disturbance. There was a time in my life I would have enjoyed that atmosphere, but not anymore. There are more pressing issues in life, and I just don't think that what was going on at that concert pleased the Lord too much. I almost had a guilty feeling for being there and wondered if the money we paid was good stewardship of what God has entrusted to  us. The whole thing was all about feeling good. There were many there that were feeling pretty good that night, but wouldn't be feeling so good the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;We have been to other concerts before and have had a totally different experience and enjoyed every minute and thought it was worth the expense and the effort. The last concert we went to was the Gaithers at Copps in Hamilton.. It was great. No regrets. Not this one.&lt;br /&gt;Am I getting old or just mature or becoming a fuddy duddy? I just don't care about this stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have more fun in church worshipping Jesus and spending my money helping others.&lt;br /&gt;Weird Eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-3388396616081555194?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3388396616081555194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=3388396616081555194' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3388396616081555194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/3388396616081555194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/live-concerts-i-just-cant-get-excited.html' title='LIVE CONCERTS.THEY ARE NOT ALL CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTH.'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7740503485746803702</id><published>2008-02-04T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:30:47.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety or Peace? AND AT WHAT COST?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to to tell you I've been doing allot of thinking lately. Yesterdays sermon that Pastor Patti gave on John chapter 16, really got my thinker going. You see, I've been experiencing some anxiety lately, which is not usual for me, and it has not been a comfortable experience, but I have discovered it has been beneficial, and maybe even sent by God to write some lessons on my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pastor patti asked two hypothetical questions, that I thought were very profound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first was " Where does God turn to when he is feeling worried or anxious? " She came to the conclusion that Jesus, in chapter 16, was very concerned about his deciples because he was telling them about his death and leaving them on their own. He was giving them things to remember and trying to explain what was going to happen so they wouldn't be too shocked when it did happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second question was " what if Judas had stayed at the last supper to the end instead of running out, would he have found forgiveness, even though he messed up big time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW! I love those questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have my own answers. To the first, I would say firstly, that God is three persons, as we have recenlty been learning, and in that little "family" is a built in support system. They are one God but three individual personalities that could help and support each other in time of need. Many times Jesus went to the Father for comfort. Now that he is with the Father, why couldn't he be a comfort to him if he needed it? Just a thought. The other thing is, does God think like we do? Does he get anxious for himself, or for others? For example, if I say something to someone and not realizing it at the time hurt their feelings,and discover that I did because of their reaction, and I go to that person seeking forgiveness, but I don't receive it, so I keep trying to fix it, but ever time I try I just make it worse, my lack of peace increases with each effort and now I'm out to get peace for myself (selfish) wrather than thinking of what would bring  the other person peace. I need to look inside and search for my motives and then act(or not act in this case) in a way that will bring peace to other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have a selfish tendancy, I'm speaking for myself here, to be anxious for us and not so much for others. I have discovered this lately. Through my anxiety I have felt what my wife goes through , just a little, on a daily basis with her seizures. I can now identify a little better with her and perhaps be a little more sympathetic. So you see, not all anxiety is bad, it can lead to writing a lesson on the heart so we can identify better with others suffering, so we can be a real comfort to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the second question, I believe if Judas had stayed, he would have received forgiveness, if he asked for it, and would have ended up  in  heaven right along side Jesus, even though he was instrumental for his crucifiction. That's how much love and grace I think our God has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That begs another question. What if we don't recieve forgiveness from others when we ask for it? I have my answer, but I'd like to hear your's first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopefully................................ To be &lt;br /&gt;continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Ruth, I just want you to know my love and respect for you is growing daily. I don't know how you do it. You are one strong lady, and I know  you get your strength from Jesus...... and you keep on smiling! WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7740503485746803702?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7740503485746803702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7740503485746803702' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7740503485746803702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7740503485746803702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/anxiety-or-peace-and-at-what-cost.html' title='Anxiety or Peace? AND AT WHAT COST?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7707961996308167769</id><published>2008-01-28T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:17:38.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes! I'm going to have to edit my Profile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ruth and I are going to be Grandparents!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I found out last week from Kim that her and Dan are going to have a baby by the end of this September. Kim and I planned to hold off telling Ruth until her birthday next week. She was going to give her a birthday card that said " Happy Birthday Grandma!" and surprise the socks off Ruth. I was going to warn the manager of Tuckers that there will be a lady screaming at our table, but all is good, she just found out she is going to be a grandmother! Kim says " are you sure you can keep it a secret for a whole week?" I said, " no problem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess who couldn't keep it a secret? Ruth found out yesterday. Kim couldn't wait. Oh well, it was her surprise to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOW! I'm too young to be a grandfather! She was just a kid herself a few years ago. She just got married! It must have been that book we gave them. Boy they learn quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think I need a reality check. Maybe an ice cold shower will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I like babies. I always wanted one of my own. Now I'll have one to play with. I'm going out to buy him/her a fishing pole. I'm going to be the fishing/ teaching Grampa! Maybe after the shower I'll become rational again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm going to be a grampa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm going to be a grampa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did I mention I'm going to be a grampa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ruth is going to be a grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She's too young to be a grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh Boy! or Girl? Who cares? As long as it's healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We need to keep them in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Would you join us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7707961996308167769?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7707961996308167769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7707961996308167769' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7707961996308167769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7707961996308167769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/yikes-im-going-to-have-to-edit-my.html' title='Yikes! I&apos;m going to have to edit my Profile!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7799340777045597116</id><published>2008-01-27T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:52:09.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 50 Years of Life</title><content type='html'>My wife Ruth turns 50 on January 31st, 2008. We had a celebration on this past Friday Jan 25Th at Crossfire( Thanks Pastor Roy &amp;amp; Patti for letting us use the church) which consisted mostly of friends. There were over 40 people in attendance with several who wanted to be there but couldn't. We will have another celebration on on her birthday which will be more intimate and include mostly family members and a few friends. There is a little poem that says; " You count your age by friends not years, you count your life by smiles, not tears." By this measure, Ruth is a very rich lady indeed!&lt;br /&gt;So, why all the hoop law for one person? There are some who would say; " who cares?" It's only another birthday. To those I would say, firstly, Jesus cares, allot, and secondly, by all the friends Ruth has, I would say there are many who care about her very much and many who's lives she has made a positive life changing effect.&lt;br /&gt;You see, Ruth is a very special person. She has a gift that I do not possess. She has the ability to open up her heart and show love to people she hardly even knows. After 15 minutes with her, it is like they knew each other for 15 years. Open, honest, loving giving. She has that same child like trust that most children have. You know what I mean. Children can go up to anyone, without fear, with this child like innocence, without prejudice, and shower love and affection on a complete stranger. Ruth has not lost this child like innocence. Unfortunately, this also makes them vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I admire mostly about Ruth and have since the very first day I met her, is despite her physical limitations, she loves life to the fullest, she loves people, and she never gives up trying and nothing seems to wipe that smile off her face! Her mobility, as she gets older, is making it harder and harder for her to get around and causes chronic pain in her left leg and hip. Years of epileptic seizures and the acquired brain injury from 3 brain operations has taken it's Toll ( no pun intended, that's her maiden name) on her body. Her neurologist just told her this past week, that she will not be able to work again. She said this has brought some closure to her struggle to find work and has lifted a burden she has had to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gainful&lt;/span&gt; employment. She really wants to work and contribute to society. That is her heart. But she can't. For periods of time she has tried working at Old peoples' homes, March of Dimes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, and the last job was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Homewell&lt;/span&gt; Home care being a companion for an old couple. Even that got too hard for her eventually. I could see her  frustration as she fought her physical limitations to try and do her work, but "it" seemed to win every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking at her party the other night, looking around at who was there and listening to the words of those that spoke kindly about Ruth and how she has made a difference in their life. You know what God showed me? All these years, not knowing it, Ruth has been doing God's work.&lt;br /&gt;There were people at the party, that may not have been there, had Ruth not intervened just at the right time under the leadership and guidance if the Holy Spirit. You see, Ruth and Holy Spirit have a very special relationship. They talk to each other. He is as real to Ruth as I am. He is her friend and constant companion, her protector, provider and her leader. I know for a fact that there was one happy family in attendance, with two beautiful children, that would not be there had Ruth not obediently, under the direction of the Holy Spirit, taken this troubled, vulnerable young lady into our home and unknowingly counselled her back onto the right road and provided what she needed to get herself back on her feet again. Candy mentioned this in her words, and acknowledged her thankfulness to Ruth for this. There are many others that have been affected because of Ruth's special relationship with Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's me! There was a time in my life, I was NOT a nice person. My heart was so hard, I could make Al Capone look like a school boy. Then Jesus got a hold of me and gave me a second chance. Then, I believe Holy Spirit sent Ruth into my life to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; the job. I don't think anybody else could love me like she does and has. I have not deserved it and many times I have not returned it, but Ruth with that never give up attitude has stuck with me and now we are on a road together working as " The Team"  under the direction of Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth, honey, you are working! You are doing God's work loving people and helping to change lives for the better. Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;I believe when you see him face to face, you are going to hear those sweet words from the master; " Well done, good and faithful servant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you and HAPPY FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY! Celebrating fifty years of fruitful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers 6: 24-26&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord bless you and keep you, the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you, the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MANY MANY MORE..........................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7799340777045597116?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7799340777045597116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7799340777045597116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7799340777045597116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7799340777045597116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebrating-50-years-of-life.html' title='Celebrating 50 Years of Life'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7901737598918406126</id><published>2008-01-18T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:56:34.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BURNS SUPPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This has nothing to do with burning dinner. I, along with my dad, Lynn,Bruna and Lynn's friend from her old job, went to the Erskine Presbyterian 7Th Annual Burns Supper. This church is just around the corner from the King St. Baptist church our church would like to move into. In fact, we got to park in the parking lot! Cool. Ruth went to see Mama Mia with her girlfriend who treated her for her birthday. Rabbie Burns was a Scotsman( a colourful one) that lived back in the 1700's. He is remembered because of his poetry and song writing and his life is celebrated by good Scotsman everywhere by eating a good meal that included Steak Pie, Mashed Tatties, Peas, Neeps, Haggis, Cake, Tea, Coffee and Juice. The Haggis is piped in ceremonially by bag pipes. What is Haggis? It's a traditional Scottish dish made from sheep's offal, oatmeal, suet and seasonings, boiled in a bag made from the sheep's stomach. It tastes kind of like liverwurst. Not bad. The evening consisted of a tribute to the Immortal Memory of Rabbie Burns, a toast to the Lassies, a toast to the Laddies and the singing of  Auld Lang Syne ( Remember New Years Eve?) which he apparently wrote. The entertainment for the evening was by a group called the Scottish Connection. They were excellent musicians. If you enjoy Gaelic music, which I do, you would love this group. My Scottish genes were a dancin'. Let me leave you with a song, that was sung by Deborah Szabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;THE STAR O'RABBIE BURNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is a star whose beaming ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                      Is shed on every clime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                            It shines by night, it shines by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                And ne'er grows dim wi'time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                 It rose upon the banks o'Ayr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                               It shone on Doon's clear stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                            A hundred years are gone and mair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                   Yet brighter grows its beam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Let Kings and curtiers rise an' fa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                     This world has many turns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                              But brightly beams aboon them a'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                                      The Star o' Rabbie Burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to go next year? I'll be there! Thanks Dad. Another good memory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7901737598918406126?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7901737598918406126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7901737598918406126' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7901737598918406126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7901737598918406126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/burns-supper.html' title='BURNS SUPPER'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-8923045332826791104</id><published>2008-01-14T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T03:40:03.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Automation for the Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, so far this year I have had several buses that are equipped  with the new automatic stop caller. This thing is great, cause I hate calling stops. As  you may know, it is now law in Toronto that we call every stop just in case we have a blind person on the bus. It's a ladies voice. I would say she was in her mid thirties and smokes a pack a day of players plain by the sounds of her. We have other buttons we can push to ask people to move back, move behind the white line, warn of a short turn, proof of payment route etc. These are a man's voice. Why? I have no idea. I guess they think the man's voice is more like a disciplinarian or something. There may be some truth to this. When Kim, our daughter was younger, if Ruth wasn't getting anywhere with her discipline she would always ask me to interject with my "male voice". She did seem to move a little quicker. We must sound scary or something. In the dog world, it's usually the "B----", I better not use the "B" word (girl dog) that does the barking at the kids (pups). Not so I guess, with people. Although some of you single moms may beg to differ, cause you had to play both roles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, before each stop this nice lady calls out the stop for me and then it is shown in writing on a screen as well. Would you believe that people still come up and ask me what the next stop is? I mean really, how dumb can people be? I wouldn't believe it when I first started this job, but after 10 years of dealing with the public, you tend to get a little sceptical. People really don't listen. No wonder psycho therapists are so much in demand. They get paid to listen to us. I think I'm going to need one pretty soon. My stress level has come down a few notches with this device. If you can imagine a bus route that is 45 minutes long one way, it may have over 100 stops and then 125 going the other way, all different names( that's 225 stops on one route) and we were having to memorize over 50 routes. This was next to impossible,cause you had to call the stop well before you got to it, so just reading the street sign wouldn't cut it. It was taking me 3 to 4 weeks to memorize a short route that was 15 minutes one way. This had only about 60 stops both ways. It got to the point that we were so frustrated, nobody was calling stops anymore and if they fired one of us, we were all going to walk off the job. We have to multi-task as it is. Drive a large vehicle in demanding city traffic, deal with difficult people, schedules we have no control over, collect money, answer questions etc. etc. One more task was getting a little too much. But thank God that is almost over. OK enough beefing. I'm thankful I have a job and an automated work spouse to help me out. Here's your laugh for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" After he finished his route, a bus driver had to explain to the supervisor why he was 10 minutes late: " I was stuck behind a big truck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" But yesterday you were 10 minutes early," reminded the boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yeah", the bus driver replied. " But yesterday I was stuck behind a porsche!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a blessed week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-8923045332826791104?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8923045332826791104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=8923045332826791104' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8923045332826791104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8923045332826791104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/automation-for-nation.html' title='Automation for the Nation'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-2450781284239014807</id><published>2008-01-11T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:08:24.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do??</title><content type='html'>Well...... It's Ruth's birthday on January 31, and she'll be turning the BIG 50. This is one of those milestone birthdays and we who know her, know she loves to party. It's especially big for her, because after three brain operations and one where she almost bled to death, according to her Doctors, she's not supposed to be here. She was also not supposed to have a smile and be paralyzed on one side. But we all see her big smile don't we! They were wrong and she has beaten the odds. That's one of the reasons I fell in love with her, was her dogged determination to never quit, plus her beautiful smile and she was kinda cute too! Problem is, she's always the one doing the planning. I'm not a party planner. I work out of town and have precious little time for planning parties. I like going to them, but not planning them. What do I do? Her birthday falls on a Thursday, which happens to be my off day, so that's not a problem, but she wants like 30 people or more to her party. Who's going to come on a Thursday night? We could have it the Sunday before, after church, but she says she likes house parties, cause not everybody she wants to come can afford to eat out. So how about the Friday before the big event? How do we fit 30 people in our Kitchen/living room to eat? What do I do? She also loves surprises, how can I make this  a surprise? What would you do if you were me?&lt;br /&gt;I need all the help I can get.&lt;br /&gt;Any Suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to come to a party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-2450781284239014807?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2450781284239014807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=2450781284239014807' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2450781284239014807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2450781284239014807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-to-do.html' title='What to do??'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-8411929203943192897</id><published>2008-01-07T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T03:37:37.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy's Story by Mark Sanford</title><content type='html'>Tommy is a newborn. He misses the warmth of his mothers womb. But no loving arms have picked him up to cradle and rock him. He wriggles, but no one laughs. He coos, but no one coos back. Eventually, he stops cooing. He lies rigidly in his crib, detached. He will grow up with a feeling his life makes no impact, as if he weren't real. He will come to feel hollow, empty, vacant, like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy is an infant. He needs to bond, heart to heart. He needs to melt into someones chest. His spirit yearns for that and only that. It is the sum and focus of his life. But mom doesn't hold him. She does not sing to him. She only feeds him, changes his diapers, bathes him, as necessity demands. Tommy no longer cries, nor does he yet have words to express his rage. He has but one weapon- simply to vow, even without words, not to bond with her. Others come who do hug and sing, Grandparents. Babysitters. But Tommy does not melt into their breasts. He is putting up the shield of isolation.&lt;br /&gt;A spirit friend comes to live with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tommy&lt;/span&gt;. His name is " Isolation". Tommy can't see him or hear him. But he is there, drawing strength from Tommy's armor. He helps Tommy use it to shield himself from bonding heart to heart. Isolation easily gets past Tommy's parents, for they have placed no protection around Tommy. In fact, they have unknowingly invited him into their home. And isolation brings another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;invisible&lt;/span&gt; friend to Tommy, a friend named " Distrust". If Tommy was aware that he was with him, he would think Distrust was helping him to hold up his faulty shield. In reality, he is shooting poisoned arrows through it.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy will later describe this shield as a sheet of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Plexiglas&lt;/span&gt; placed between him and the world. It dulls colours. It shuts out beauty and quenches passion. It deadens loving touches. It wraps itself around Tommy like a warm womb which was his first and surest place of refuge. And just as an unborn child hears noises &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indistinctly&lt;/span&gt;, Tommy in times of stress actually hears sounds and voices as muffled and far away.&lt;br /&gt;As he grows through childhood, Tommy is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;susceptible&lt;/span&gt; than other children to the harshness of the games people play. He takes nothing in stride. If his little friend, Jeffy, spends time with someone else, Tommy won't join them to make a threesome-he must have Jeffy all to himself. In order to stave off abandonment, Tommy takes up the sword of Possessiveness. But it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;staves&lt;/span&gt; off only Jeffy. Now, another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;invisible&lt;/span&gt; friend, " Envy", lays hold of the sword, and he and Tommy wield it together.&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager, when his girlfriend chooses to date someone else, Tommy vows he will never trust a girl. His old friend, Distrust, draws more power from his vow, and begins to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whisper&lt;/span&gt; in his ear about the traits of women. Tommy thinks these are his own thoughts: " Look at that one; what a gossip she is! And that one- she's so stuck on herself....."&lt;br /&gt;With each choice to withdraw, Tommy's "friends" gain more strength and grow in numbers, until they reach their goal- that Tommy becomes a loner and they his only companions.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy might change his mind. He might one day decide he's unhappy he can't talk with his wife, that a hug is nothing more to him than two bodies making contact, that he is compulsively critical, that he feels deeply alone, way off somewhere, even in the middle of a crowd. But by then his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;invisible&lt;/span&gt; friends, empowered by the arsenal of weapons in his flesh, will be stronger than his feeble resolve to resist them. By then, he will not be able by his own choice to feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; heart close to his. He will be completely captive. He cannot escape. He will need someone to carry him out of his prison.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy didn't just walk into that prison- he built it around himself, bar by bar, stone by stone. And in the same way it must be taken down, bar by bar, stone by stone. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; must build the trust which his parents did not, and bond him to God in a way Tommy alone cannot. Through the process, he will be led to forgive parents who did not bond with him, friends who rejected him and girlfriends who dumped him.&lt;br /&gt;It may be a cliche, but is very apt, that the layers of the onion must be peeled. Between those layers, Tommy's "friends" will be hiding. As he dismantles his defenses, and the layers are stripped away, those friends will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;visable&lt;/span&gt;. James 4:7 says, " Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." Because Tommy resists, some will flee on their own. Others, more stubborn, will have to be commanded to leave. When Tommy repents of his vow never to trust a girl, Distrust will flee. Isolation will be cast out as Tommy breaks the vow not to bond. He'll repent of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;possessiveness&lt;/span&gt;, forgive those who didn't claim him, and Envy's root will be severed. When at last Tommy is out of prison, he may see colors brighter, hear sounds more clearly, feel for the first time his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wife's&lt;/span&gt; spirit melt into his. But that is only the fruit of his healing. His counselor must understand the process which leads to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-8411929203943192897?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8411929203943192897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=8411929203943192897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8411929203943192897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/8411929203943192897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/tommys-story-by-mark-sanford.html' title='Tommy&apos;s Story by Mark Sanford'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-2668698142605771228</id><published>2008-01-03T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T02:01:36.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Routine</title><content type='html'>After 10 wonderful days off over the holiday. I'm back to the every day grind and work routine. I had all the holidays off this year. First time in 10 years. For a bus driver, that is quite something to get all the holidays off. If you are one you know what I mean. Probably won't happen for another 10 years. Actually, I've been quite fortunate, in that I have only worked one Christmas day in 10 years. I was talking to my union steward today and told him that and he looked rather shocked. I don't think he has been able to pull that off himself. Somebody somewhere must like me. It was a good holiday and ended with a really good party at Gregor and Nancy's. Then Chad's birthday party on Jan 1st/08. What a great way to end and start a year, celebrating with good friends and family. I am blessed. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day back and I'm running 8 minutes behind schedule on my route. I'm in a hurry and I get Mr. bottle man at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Windermere&lt;/span&gt; and The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Queensway&lt;/span&gt;. This is an old crippled man who collects beer bottles for some extra cash. He can hardly walk and he is carting around twice his body weight in beer bottles. $.10/ bottle he gets, and he must have had 150 bottles. That's $15 by my math. Probably took him 10 hours to pick them up and deliver to the beer store, minus transportation cost of $3.70 round trip. That would be around $1.13/ hour I figure. When I saw him with his shopping cart full of bottles, I could feel this anger rising up inside me, cause this was not going to be quick process. He was going to bury me in lateness. I didn't need this right now, thank you very much. I was tempted to do what many drivers would do and shut my doors and drive away trying to catch up my lost time. The supervisors love you when you do that. But something wouldn't let me. I wonder what that would be? I waited. Suddenly, this peace came over me and this inner sense of wonderment at the struggle of this old man trying to make some cash the only way he knew how. Then another wave of wonderment brought a sense that I should be kind to this man and be patient. Fortunately, there was somebody else getting on the bus who noticed his struggle and helped him with his bags full of bottles. There are still kind people in the world. He thanked me profusely for waiting, as though he had experienced the shut door and take off routine before. He talked with very broken English, but I could tell he was happy to get out of the cold (-12c) and that he was proud of the treasure he was soon to exchange for cold hard cash. A job well done. A good kind of pride. I came to his stop in front of the beer store and was prepared to secure the bus and help him off myself, partly because it would be faster and partly because I was slowly gaining some respect and admiration at his determination and resolve to work for a living, despite his obvious disability. I've met many immigrants that come to this country thinking it is the land of milk and honey, only to discover that not speaking the language and no skills gets you no job and no money. Many of them live on the transit system, just to keep warm this time of year. Again someone else got off at the same stop, saw his dilemma and helped him off with his precious cargo. I didn't have to lift a finger. I thought God made me strong so I could help people like this? I also caught up on my time at the end of the line. Guess who I picked up on the way back? Yup, Mr. Bottle man, minus the bottles. He greets me getting on the bus with the biggest smile and enthusiasm I have seen in a long time, " HI DRIVER!!". He was happy to see me and obviously still thank full I waited. You know what? So was I. I am so glad I didn't act on my first impulse. I could have ruined a God moment with my words and my actions and possibly crushed someones spirit in the process. Thank you God for that moment and for Mr. Bottle man. He kind of reminded me of the widow's mite. He did more in a days work than I think I ever have. He was truly blessed because he was faithful in the small things and was using the gifts God gave him, and he didn't even need my help!&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lesson of humility today. I was humbled. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mathew 10:29-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-2668698142605771228?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2668698142605771228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=2668698142605771228' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2668698142605771228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/2668698142605771228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-routine.html' title='Back to the Routine'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6664474571169208541</id><published>2007-12-29T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:21:12.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, It's all over for 2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas is all over for another year. It took 2 months of preparation and planning and was over in two days. The meal took six hours to make and was over in 15 minutes. It's the same every year, but I think that just goes to show us that most of the joy is in the process and not just in the end result. Speaking of end  result, I have gained 4lbs in two days and I know it's because of all the sweet goodies I ate. I have a sweet tooth. I can't help myself. They are too good to resist. After New Years it's back to the routine and the resisting. I will lose that weight. I will. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All in all it was a great  Christmas. It was great to be with all the relatives and friends. We had a few firsts this Christmas. Our daughter Kim, her new husband, Dan, my in laws and Ruth and I all sleeping in the same house. Hokey Smokes! Talk about crowded! Good thing we're a close family. But it was good to see them go! I do love the music and all the festivities this celebration brings. In the midst of all the busyness, it does take some work to keep it all in perspective as to why we are celebrating and to think and do something for those that are less fortunate than ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My wife spoiled me again. I received allot of great gifts this Christmas. One of my favorites is the complete series of Planet Earth BBC Video series. If you like nature shows, you will love this. Absolutely amazing photo footage. If you like this stuff, let Ruth or me know and we will have you over to watch it with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, now we have New Years to celebrate. More food and friends ! We're looking forward to it and to the opportunities that the new year is going to bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From Ruth and I, hoping your New Year  is full of joy, happiness, prosperity, and new beginnings. May God richly bless each and every one of you! See you in 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&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/5686507311811726646-6664474571169208541?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6664474571169208541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6664474571169208541' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6664474571169208541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6664474571169208541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-its-all-over-for-2007.html' title='Well, It&apos;s all over for 2007.'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-5948074924321716236</id><published>2007-12-23T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T03:09:33.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Ontario</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                               It's winter in Ontario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                               And the gentle breezes blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                               70 miles per hour at 52 below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                               Oh! How I love Ontario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                When the snows up to your butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                 You take a breath of winter air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                 And your nose is frozen shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                 Yes, the weather here is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                 I guess I'll hang around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                 I could never leave Ontario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                 Cause I'm frozen to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                            Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-5948074924321716236?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5948074924321716236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=5948074924321716236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5948074924321716236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/5948074924321716236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-i-love-ontario.html' title='Why I Love Ontario'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6660047514640669515</id><published>2007-12-22T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T02:47:43.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Relative!</title><content type='html'>Ruth and I attended her Uncle Doug's funeral last Tuesday. We just made it on time after a&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 hour drive to Blenheim. We were ushered very quickly into a room off to the side of the sanctuary of the church where the funeral was taking place. This was the " family" room. I felt a little awkward, because I didn't feel like I deserved to be there for some reason. There were probably many people in the audience that knew uncle Doug better than I did. When it was time to start the service, just a few minutes later after some instructions from the minister and the funeral director, we were led into the front two rows reserved for the family. It was a nice service. Uncle Doug was in the choir, so we sung a few of his favorite hymns. The minister gave a good summery of his life and labeled him a " balcony person". Balcony people are down to earth types and historically, back in the days when you had to pay for seating, these were the "cheap" seats because they were the farthest from the heat source, which would have been a wood stove. Uncle Doug stood 6' 6" tall, so his shadow would cover the pulpit where the minister was. There was no grave side service since he was being cremated and the snow from the day before. After the service, there was a reception in the church auditorium, where the church ladies had sandwiches and other goodies for us. Uncle Doug was a farmer in a small town and I think all 400 of them showed up to pay their respects to the family. I knew almost nobody except for the immediate family, which I have only seen about 6 times in the past 12 years. Ruth on the other hand had a longer history after growing up with this family. She had people coming up to her saying " Ruthie, it's been such a long time, do you remember me?" Ruth had no clue who half these people were, but played along very well as if she did, and then she introduced me to them! Like the Farqueson. These are the relatives on Grandma Tolls side ( Ruth's dads mom). I asked to meet Charlie Farqueson, and got a rather dirty look, after finding out the guy who does the comedy stole that name from their Grandfather. They were just kidding though. A fun bunch. All in all it was a bitter sweet time. We said goodbye to Uncle Doug. He is with Jesus now. At the same time, Ruth got to reconnect with family and friends she has not seen for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject. I need to take a poll. Who makes turkeys? Every year Ruth and I have this discussion. Her personal preference is " Butterball" and I usually like "PC", because they are cheaper. You know the self-basting ones. The "Butterball" is stuffed though. I actually picked a Butterball this year because it is stuffed and you can cook it from frozen and we got it at the Barn , not Fortinos. She thinks the Butterball is better than the PC. I say "God" makes turkey, not Butterball or PC so how can one be better than the other? All they do is dress it and stick butter under the skin so it melts while cooking, hence the self basting.&lt;br /&gt;Which turkey do you buy and why?&lt;br /&gt;Ruth's says, yes God makes turkeys and I am one of them! lol. ( Not Really)&lt;br /&gt;She says I am her "Butterball"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6660047514640669515?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6660047514640669515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6660047514640669515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6660047514640669515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6660047514640669515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-all-relative.html' title='It&apos;s All Relative!'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6294353692135911469</id><published>2007-12-21T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T07:36:46.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas- A New Idea?</title><content type='html'>The prophet Isaiah wanted God to " Rend the heavens and come down" ( Isaiah 64:1-3)&lt;br /&gt;In Isaiah 42:1-9 God had a different idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Here is my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen one in whom I delight; I put my spirit on him and he will bring justice to the nations. He will not shout or cry out, or raise his voice in the streets. A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice; he will not falter or be discouraged till he establishes justice on earth. In his law the islands( those who don't always play it safe) will put their hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what God the Lord says-- he who created the heavens and stretched them out, who spread out the earth and all that comes out of it, who gives breath to its people, and life to those who walk on it; I, The Lord have called you in righteousness; I will take hold of your hand. I will keep you and make you to be a covenant for the people and a light for the gentiles, to open the eyes that are blind, to free captives from prison and release from the dungeon those who sit in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Lord; That is my name! I will not give my glory to another or my praise to idols. See, the former things have taken place, and new things I declare; before they spring into being I announce them to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, God doesn't always answer us the way we think he should or the way he has done things in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a new thing. That's why we are celebrating Christmas. Jesus was God's " New Idea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has God answered  your prayers the way you wanted him to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think he wants to do something new in your life today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6294353692135911469?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6294353692135911469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6294353692135911469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6294353692135911469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6294353692135911469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-new-idea.html' title='Christmas- A New Idea?'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-7778543269033360333</id><published>2007-12-15T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T02:10:25.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Evening</title><content type='html'>Well, we had the first party for this Christmas season. It started out to be a party for those that regularly blogged with each other. Dinner and a movie. My idea was to keep it simple and have pizza. It turned out to be a pot luck ( blessing), and consisted mainly of the usual bunch we like to socialize with. With the exception of Sonja. Yes we met her for the first time tonight. She is the official new girlfriend of Chad's. Very nice girl. She loves God and we think it is quite obvious she is pretty fond of Chad too, and vice verse. I'm really happy for them. They are both good people and deserve to be happy. We never did watch  the movie, even though I think there is only one copy of it to rent in Hamilton  and I was able to get it yesterday. It's called " Polar Express". Sounds great on surround sound. We played  a game called " Cranium". Allot of fun. It's kind of like a combination of charades, pictionary, acting etc. It's a game for your whole brain. I think we laughed so hard and so loud we scared my poor cat into next Tuesday. She'll come out of hiding  when she gets hungry. All in all, it was a great evening with great friends and too much to eat. Another good memory created. What a nice problem to have. Let's do something for those less fortunate than ourselves this Christmas and help to supply  their need. We are so blessed. I thank God every day for living in this country and for his provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part of the evening was Ruth got a call around 7:00pm from her dad to tell her that her Uncle Doug had just passed away. He was Ruth's dad's brother. Nobody knew he was that sick. It happened really quickly. Ruth , fortunately, has many fond memories of her Uncle Doug. He was a Christian, so he will be in heaven now with Jesus. No more pain, no more sorrow, no more sadness, no more tears. Just joy and happiness worshipping the Lord full time!&lt;br /&gt;So, we have a funeral to go to next week. It won't be too happy of a Christmas for certain members of the family. But, as I said in my last post. for the Christian, we don't say good bye forever. We have the hope of the resurrection and that we will see our loved ones again.&lt;br /&gt;So, please take time this Christmas to enjoy your family. Treasure those precious moments, so that when it comes their time to leave this world, you will be left with those good memories that you can take with you to eternity. Love, like your life depended on it. Because it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-7778543269033360333?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7778543269033360333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=7778543269033360333' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7778543269033360333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/7778543269033360333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/bitter-sweet-evening.html' title='Bitter Sweet Evening'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-330793114467919899</id><published>2007-12-12T03:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T04:13:26.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief Is Messy</title><content type='html'>Bob was talking on his blog about the shooting at the mega church in the states. Just so happens my devotion today talks about grief. The main scripture reference is 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thess&lt;/span&gt;, 4:13-18, key verse 4:13, " I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concerning&lt;/span&gt; those that have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story used in this devotion had to do with the plane crash on Nov 14, 1970 that took the lives of most of the Marshall University Football team. We recently saw this movie. It is called  "We are Marshall". A true story, but like this shooting, the grief can be extremely painful and messy. Two of the people who lost loved ones in the plane crash were Paul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Griffen&lt;/span&gt; and Annie Cantrell. Their story intertwined because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Griffens&lt;/span&gt; son, Chris, was Annie's fiance. When Chris died, their lives were plunged into a year of pain that seemed unbearable. Why? Because, as Paul told Annie in the movie, " Grief is messy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of the devotion was to  point out that as Christians there is something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; the tears, pain and loss. There is hope! Loss and death are a part of life, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;believers&lt;/span&gt; can face them, knowing Christians never say goodbye for the last time. We can comfort one another with the hope of the resurrection and a future reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Christ lives, death is not tragedy but triumph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-330793114467919899?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/330793114467919899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=330793114467919899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/330793114467919899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/330793114467919899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/grief-is-messy.html' title='Grief Is Messy'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686507311811726646.post-6437247357118080051</id><published>2007-12-10T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:42:18.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my New Blog</title><content type='html'>Well..... It's time to launch out on my own and try this solo. I really enjoy exchanging conversation with my friends and making new friends. This is a great way for busy people to stay connected with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I would like to talk about friends. I take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friendships&lt;/span&gt; seriously. My friends mean allot to me and I put much time effort and resources into them, including a small piece of my heart. Each of my friends has a special place in my heart. When I lose a friend, it hurts. I don't like getting hurt. It is not a nice feeling, so I try to avoid it like the plague. Sometimes, that is not in our control and it just happens. It is sad when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different levels of friendship, just as there are different types of love. My closest friend is Jesus. He is closer than a brother. He is a constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;. He will never leave me or forsake me. I believe that. My next closest friend is my wife Ruth. We share everything, except for those things that have been entrusted to us by others to keep in confidance to ourselves. We respect each others boundaries. She will always be my best supporter and me hers. As we say to each other " I've got your back babe".&lt;br /&gt;Then I have different circles of friends that I have relationship with and within &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; circles are people at different levels of intimacy. I have a circle of friends in my biological family, church, and at work. Strangely enough I feel the closest to my church friends which I consider my extended family. We even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;refer&lt;/span&gt; to each other as " brother and sister" on occasion. That to me is more than just a name. We have that spiritual connection to Christ and the love I feel for my brothers and sisters is real and heartfelt. Just like my real sisters, although we share a heritage and an experience that is special and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;. There are times when blood is thicker than water. There is some truth to that. Jesus said in Mathew 10:37, " Anyone who loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves his son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me and anyone who does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me". My dad also goes to my church so he has a double dose of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a friendship has to be a two way relationship that involves effort by both parties and a give and take on both parts. Just like a marriage, it takes work to keep it alive. If only one person is doing all the giving and nothing is coming back emotionally or otherwise, then that is not a friendship in my opinion. It may be a ministry, it may be calling, it may be a human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt;, or just a big pain in the butt, but it is not a friendship. In any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; there is an element if risk, because you are making yourself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; to another person to some degree. I guess our level of basic trust determines how far and how quickly this process goes. I'm willing to take the risk, because the benefits far outweigh the risk to me. Friends make our life richer and much easier and much more enjoyable to share life rather than try to go it alone. No matter what happens or how badly others hurt me, I'll always have Jesus my friend who loves me..... and Ruth and they've " got my back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I'm looking for friends to talk to, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;current&lt;/span&gt; ones, old ones and I want to make some new ones!&lt;br /&gt;Come, let us reason together says the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;John 15:13, " Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."&lt;br /&gt;I want to do that for you! How about you?&lt;br /&gt;I would just ask one thing, if you are going to leave our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;, please say goodbye before you go so we can bless each other and let me share a lesson I learned recently; watch your words! IT may be the last ones you say to a person. Make sure they are words of encouragement and blessing or you may have some regrets!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week my friends and be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5686507311811726646-6437247357118080051?l=gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6437247357118080051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5686507311811726646&amp;postID=6437247357118080051' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6437247357118080051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5686507311811726646/posts/default/6437247357118080051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gimmeapieceourmind.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-my-new-blog.html' title='Welcome to my New Blog'/><author><name>Dougie G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15766108514529236618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UVersZKXX3I/R3F4Y1ns4kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Fy-BGL62wEg/S220/PC250031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
