<?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-4775041938132679545</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:21:23.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosopher Wannabe</title><subtitle type='html'>Thinking is a great past time for me.  I spend countless hours, days, months and years doing it.  I don't think my mind is ever really void of doing something.  And most of the time I don't memorialize it.  So now, for at least a period of time, I want to do so.  It can be pretty scary, but that's OK.  Do I really care?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-1833635575918659951</id><published>2010-03-25T10:04:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:38:17.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin-Oh, I Don't Want To Read About That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm reading a book entitled " The Courage to be Protestant" by David Wells. I don't really like the title, because it really is about the courage to be Christian, not just those of us who have the title of being protestant. But that is the title nonetheless. It has to do with the "post-modern" world in which we live and to some degree the "emerging church" movement today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now I know that just quoting   from a book and not presenting personal thoughts and opinions might  not  be very interesting to many people, but this is just too good.  Also,  there are readers of this blog who may not believe in God and/or  Jesus  the Christ. I hope you will still read on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is grace and mercy. That is absolutely true and thankfully he is. But in our conversations and discussions on grace and mercy, we so often forget that he is also justice and judgment and that it is "sin" in the world that murdered Jesus the Christ, God's Son, on the cross. It was for "sin" in the world that Jesus the Christ came to earth and died. His sacrifice alone was an act of grace and mercy, because sin separates the world from God. Jesus the Christ's death and resurrection gives us the opportunity to be restored to God one person at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Our belief in and acceptance  of Jesus the Christ's sacrifice for us and our repentance of our sin,  restores each believing person to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Through Jesus the  Christ's death and resurrection, God no longer holds believers' sin against us. For the believer this is a one time event, saved and restored for eternity. This is all about salvation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But sadly, even after we believe it, accept it and repent of our sin, we still commit sins. It takes a lifetime for the Spirit of God to transform our old habits and desires that prevent us from being more like God, to being those of God. For the believer this is all about transformation, not salvation. It is a journey of struggle and delight all mixed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to quote here from "The Courage to be Protestant" and let you just take it in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the chapter entitled  "God" there is a sub-section on sin. I believe it is the best  explanation of sin I have ever read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Open your heart and mind. Have the courage to examine yourself and I'm positive the Spirit of God will speak to you. The quote starts in the next paragraph and continues to the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Wells says: "Sin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biblical&lt;/span&gt;ly speaking, is not only the absence of good. It also entails our active opposition to God. It is, then, the defiance of his authority, the rejection of his truth, the challenge to his sovereignty in which we set ourselves up in life to live the way we want to live. It is the way we wrench &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; free from obedience to him, cut ourselves off from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grasp&lt;/span&gt;, and refuse to let him be God. It is therefore all the ways we live life on our own terms, to our own ends, with accountability to no one but ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin is described as missing the target&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Romans 3:9; 7:5), falling short of a standard, or transgressing boundaries (Romans 2:23; 5:20; Galatians 3:19). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[For those who do not know, these references are in the Bible.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; However, the target missed, the path abandoned, the authority defied, the law transgressed are in each and every case &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God's&lt;/span&gt;. Sin is all about taking issue with God, defying him, refusing to submit to him, and displacing him from the center of existence. We are now disaffected with his rule, resent his claims on our lives, are hostile to his truth in the biblical Word, and are determined to pursue our own values, goals, and pleasures in defiance of what he has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the heart of this sin that holds us captive is pride. The essence of pride is finding in the self what in fact can be found only in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We imagine that within ourselves we have power enough, wisdom enough, and strength enough to live in security, in the fullness of happiness, as we want to live, amidst all the conflicts and opportunities of life. Very finite preoccupations are therefore substituted for those that are eternal, and we then confidently take the place God once had. We therefore, redefine reality...This is the "autonomous self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...once the self has established itself at the center of reality, its own judgments, no matter how flawed, are seen as ultimate and unchallengeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are professors who have left faculty meetings more enlightened by what they said than by what they heard!" (Cornelius &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Planting&lt;/span&gt;a, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not the Way It's Supposed to Be&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same pride lies beneath so many other sins like indifference to others, injustice, and the many ways, some cruel and brutal, in which we live as if no one else counted for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sin is what has dissolved the center that holds all of life together, robbing it of its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the orientation of our nature from birth, leads us inexorably to replace God with our own selves, to substitute our interests for his, and to redefine life around its new substitute center in ourselves." [End Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-1833635575918659951?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1833635575918659951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/sin-oh-dont-want-to-read-about-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/1833635575918659951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/1833635575918659951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/sin-oh-dont-want-to-read-about-that.html' title='Sin-Oh, I Don&apos;t Want To Read About That'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-6485969734272173187</id><published>2010-03-17T08:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:43:43.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shape Your Worries Into Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This came from my prayer journal I wrote on Monday, June 9, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, my spirit is troubled this morning. Troubled about not hearing from a company that, after several intense interviews, told me they wanted to retain me as a contracted consultant. Most troubling to me is that I don't have any word from You on what else is out there for me for an income. Last evening I read in The Outlook [Southeast Christian's newspaper] about reducing stress and anxiety and to stop worrying.  Philippians 4:6 was given as a reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Message says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, there are several observation I made here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Both fretting and worrying and praying take action. What Paul is saying is replace our negative action with positive action.&lt;br /&gt;2) Fretting and worrying are both inward-self-directed just staying inside myself. Praying is reaching out, breaking out of myself, God directed.&lt;br /&gt;3) Worries are "what ifs." Paul says to "shape" our worries into prayers. He doesn't deny we have issues. He also says "let petitions and praise shape our worries." We should take those issues for which we are concerned, and rightly so, and while we are talking to You, Father, form those worries. In other words, acknowledge them and keep on talking to You. Get out of myself, stop trying to figure things out, going round and round in my head. Through the words spoken to You form the worries into, and intertwined with, my requests of You and praising You. Where is the focus? Right on You. Not on me or my issues. There's more here, I believe, than I see right now. But I do see that this image of shaping my worries through and by petitions and praise is very important.&lt;br /&gt;4) I have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to You about my concerns. Paul says "...letting God know your concerns." And it is done through my talking to You with my petitions and praise.&lt;br /&gt;5) I will get a direct response inside my spirit, mind and heart. It will happen quickly. There will be no announcing. I will just experience it, and it will be real! There will be "peace." The Message says "...a sense of God's wholeness." All under Your control. Not just focused on one issue in my life and the world around me. You touch all. You take a holistic approach to my life. You don't trade one for another. You direct and work on my whole life and how it fits into and impacts all those around me. With that kind of leading and nurturing, I can rest assured and be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;6) Not that I am to just "stop worrying." That will not do it. Paul says I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;replace&lt;/span&gt; worry with Christ. Christ displaces. Really, that's different. For You see I was thinking, that I had to put Christ in my life instead of worry. But really what is said is: While I am petitioning and praising You Father, Christ Himself will move in and displace the worry. I need to focus on praising, letting You know my concerns. Focus on my relationship with You, Father, and Christ will do the rest. I'm not responsible for putting Christ in my mind instead of worry. He will do that. Also, its important to understand that Paul lays it out as to Where and What position this worry has in my life. Who should be there instead of worry. And how quickly the Who, Christ, moves in, wanting to be there, fighting to be there. The "center" of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father for this Word from You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also happened upon Acts 27 as I was turning to Philippians 4:6 and stopped to read it. There, I became aware and named Paul's experience in the shipwreck as a metaphor of life. It was encouraging to read it. It helped me see life for what it is. Stay the course. Listen. Throw off those things that will weigh us down. Life will shipwreck us, but we will reach shore (heaven), without a scratch. Thank You, Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-6485969734272173187?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6485969734272173187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/shape-your-worries-into-prayers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6485969734272173187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6485969734272173187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/shape-your-worries-into-prayers.html' title='Shape Your Worries Into Prayers'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-3522149731736920818</id><published>2010-03-13T12:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:28:08.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliriously Joyful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's a great morning. I read seven of the Psalms of David this morning and was reminded of just how much I have for which to celebrate. Not just celebrate privately inside of me, but jump up and down, dance and sing, raise my hands kind of celebrate. I am keenly aware of just how much God has changed my innermost being and made me a new man. How He saved me, disciplined me, built my life from the ground up. When I was used and abandoned, my Father was there. It has taken years of healing, teaching, failures and successes, but He was always there. Today, today I am His and I am here. I stand tall because of Him. I lift my face to the sky because of Him. Without Him I'd be in the pit of hell with Satan. But my Father would not let up. He kept at me. I am so thankful I had the good sense to always reach out to Him. I don't know why. I truly don't. Why did I continue to do that and not others? It is a mystery to me. But I don't care. I did it and He blessed. There was a lot in the Psalms I read this morning that spoke to me, but I'm reminded of one particular one right now: "...He gets angry once in a while, but across a lifetime there is only love. The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter", Psalm 30:4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-3522149731736920818?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3522149731736920818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/deliriously-joyful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3522149731736920818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3522149731736920818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/deliriously-joyful.html' title='Deliriously Joyful'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-2005165426309464850</id><published>2010-02-20T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:17:21.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Need Plan B?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Most of us are programmed to create Plan B in our lives. If one thing doesn't work out, then always have another to go to, then another, and then another..... It feels secure and gives the appearance of practicality, being smart and thoughtful. But with God, Plan B often times gets in His way. He doesn't want us to have Plan B. He is Plan A and that's it. Trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really good at Plan B and so forth. I've prided myself in it. But I've also learned in my life that God is not pleased with me at all when I do this. Awhile back this was impressed on me during a particular time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had left my company and was trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. It was a difficult time for me. Financially, I was fearful of what was ahead. I had never been without employment before. The "security" of a regular paycheck with inherent "benefits" had always been there. Life was different and I wasn't sure how to handle it. I not only had my own issues to be concerned with, but also the pressure of how my wife was feeling and what she was going through weighed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was working on me. And what He wanted to get through to me was beginning to take effect. I knew this in numerous ways, but one really stood out. For the first time in a long time, I was very sensitive and open to God. My heart was softer. I could hear the Spirit. I could sense God's presence. I wasn't consumed with the pressures of the workplace and focusing on me all the time and what I could achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came to light one morning as I was reading through the Bible. I was in the great room in my "reading corner." It was about 8:30 in the morning. My wife had left for work and the house was very quiet. The windows and doors were open and I could hear the birds singing. It was overcast and humid, but pleasant in the coolness of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading I Kings 19-20 about God's ordeal with Ahab and Ben Haddad. There were several attempts where God reached out to Ahab to work through him and give him victory, at seemingly overwhelming odds, and to show him that He is God.  But Ahab didn't get it. I was reminded of how God did that in my life. And just like Ahab, so often I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous evening, my wife and I were sitting in the den and she asked if I had considered contacting recruiters to find me a job in case the one I was counting on didn't pan out.  She said we needed Plan B. My response was no, because we didn't need Plan B. I believed that God was going to lead us to where He wanted and I was trusting that this new company was going to come through. This was not an easy topic for us. We were at different points in our lives then, and discussion of this was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I read the passages in I Kings the next morning, I was reminded of our discussion the previous evening. My stand on not needing Plan B sounded silly to me the next morning. It sounded impractical. It sounded like I was procrastinating and not being wise. But something told me to trust in God, my Father. I believed this particular job I was pursuing was brought to me by God. I believed it would happen. I mean, God had already demonstrated I was on the right path by steering me away from investing myself and money in an internet marketing opportunity. That happened in an almost miraculous way for me. And now God was speaking to me through His Word in I Kings. This was confirmation to me. Do I have moments of fear and doubt? Absolutely! I had just read where Elijah did as well. But God was constantly with Elijah and Elijah just kept on going. God accomplished what He wanted to do because Elijah submitted, believed and trusted Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my reading that morning in I Kings 20:13-15 the Bible told about the issue with Ahab. It said: "Just then a lone prophet approached Ahab king of Israel and said, 'God's word: Have you taken a good look at this mob? Well, look again--I'm turning it over to you this very day. And you'll know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I am God.' Ahab said, 'Really? And who is going to make this happen?' God said, 'The young commandos of the regional chiefs. 'And who', said Ahab, 'will strike the first blow?' God said, 'You.' Ahab looked over the commandos of the regional chiefs; he counted 232. Then he assessed the available troops--7,000.'" The next sentence begins "At noon they set out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what struck me was that God told Ahab that He would give him victory, over great odds, and why He was doing it. But Ahab, unlike Elijah, began to question God and wanted to know how and what assurances he had. Ahab was relying on what the world's ways would be. He turned to assess his Plan B, the numbers of soldiers he had and their capabilities. God had already told Ahab that He was going to do it and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I didn't believe I needed Plan B. God had shown me He was going to do it. But, if this one job I was counting on and believed that God had put in my path didn't come about, He would bring something else. Maybe, just maybe, He didn't plan on me continuing in the path I had always followed. Maybe, just maybe, He had different plans for me. Trust in God and believe. That is what I was learning. I didn't want to be like Ahab. I wanted to be like Elijah, even with all his warts, doubts, and human weaknesses. So, on that morning I told God that I was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months earlier, I had gotten away to Cumberland Falls by myself and stayed in a cabin in the woods. I was completely alone. I had my Bible, a Christian perspective book I was reading and a fiction novel. I spent four days reading, talking to God, writing in my journal and just focusing on God. And God spent those four days ripping me apart and talking to me. It was an incredible experience. Since then, I had become convinced that it had been a God ordained event. This had been evident to me in several ways. This came to mind that morning when I was reading. I believed that if I had not gone to Cumberland Falls, spent four days with God, had "Don't be afraid!" pressed firmly into my heart and mind, I would never had been prepared to walk out of the internet marketing meeting and say no, which brought me to where I was that morning. Give up the known for the unknown. I was convinced of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my Father did this. He changed me. He transformed me. He grew me. He made me a new man. I was overwhelmed with what was going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise You Father, the God of all! Ruler of all! My Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-2005165426309464850?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2005165426309464850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-we-need-plan-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2005165426309464850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2005165426309464850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-we-need-plan-b.html' title='Do We Need Plan B?'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-3649656863711833239</id><published>2010-02-01T15:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:44:42.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Elijah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A couple of summers ago it was a very intense time for me. So many things were up in the air and I didn't see any resolution to any of them, except in my very limited vision of what God could do. In my reading through the Bible I was in 1 Kings and the story of Elijah really caught my attention. As I continued reading, my thoughts focused on what Elijah might have been thinking and going through with God. I certainly was going through things with God. So, I began writing what the thoughts of Elijah might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand that Elijah might have never had these thoughts. But you know he was human just like you and me and these just might have been going through his mind. It certainly helped me to see God's work in people when we really don't have a clue as to what He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; and yet we are absolutely, directly the recipient of His workings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read on and maybe God will speak to you where you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What are written in italics are direct quotes from The Message passages in 1 Kings 16-18. My thoughts are indicated by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What might have been Elijah's and the Widow's are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indicated&lt;/span&gt; by ELIJAH and WIDOW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Father, I am overwhelmed and overjoyed this morning. I awoke very early and started to think about the impending end of the money I had set aside to live on. My emotions and fear began to follow. But Your Spirit spoke to me and reminded me "Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid." And I wasn't. The feelings of anxiety and fear left. I got up and started my reading in Your Word. I read 1 Kings 16-18. You spoke to me so greatly through this passage. It was about Elijah and his life at the beginning of his ministry with You. I'm going to try and tell here what You said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what Elijah's life was like before he came on the scene in the Bible. But the environment and society in which he lived was horrible. Ahab, who was king at the time, was exceedingly evil and all of the population of Israel was affected in some way. So I can assume Elijah was really struggling trying to stay obedient to God and he knew of Ahab's ways and the kind of person he really was. In addition Ahab was greatly influenced by his wife Jezebel, who was also extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; and powerful. The Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ahab son of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Omri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did even more open evil before God than anyone yet--a new champion in evil!...It was under Ahab's rule that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...ritually sacrificed his first-born son...and his youngest son...That is exactly what Joshua son of Nun said would happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was in this kind of environment and conditions in which Elijah lived. Life must have been very difficult and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; was against all that Elijah believed in. Going on the Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And then this happened: Elijah the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tishbite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...confronted Ahab; "As surely as God lives..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God had had enough. So he sent Elijah to confront Ahab. I wonder what Elijah thought. "You want me to do what?" And then again, maybe he didn't wonder this. Maybe Elijah was desperate for God and just did it. Whichever way it was, the effect it had on Ahab was not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God then told Elijah, "Get out of here, and fast...hide out...you can drink fresh water from the brook; I've ordered the ravens to feed you. Elijah obeyed God's orders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I don't know how Elijah felt or what he thought, but what came to my mind was that he might have felt something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELIJAH: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, life was not perfect and goodness knows I'm not perfect, but all of a sudden my life has turned upside down. Not only are You asking me God to give up everything and do something completely crazy, like tell this evil king bad news, even when everyone around me would say I'm nuts, but I have to give up my home, all I've ever known, my family, and now I'm on the run for my life. Fear? I think I have something to be afraid of! Questions? Yeah! I have lots of questions. You'll take care of me? Come on! Be fed by ravens? But, I'm going to trust You with everything! I'll do as You say." Then the Bible goes on to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And sure enough, ravens brought him his meals, both breakfast and supper, and he drank from the brook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ELIJAH: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so You did that Father. I see. But I still don't know why me, or why I'm doing this. So what? I do know that because of what You told me to tell Ahab I'm going to suffer greatly. Why do I deserve this? I've been faithful to You against all kinds of odds, persecutions, bad situations, powerful influences, why?" Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;, Your Word says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eventually the brook dried up because of the drought. Then God spoke to him: Get up and go...and live there. I've instructed a woman who lives there, a widow, to feed you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ELIJAH: "Oh great, I'm sitting here in this wilderness alone, by a brook being fed by ravens. While it might not be ideal, I at least have food and water. But I see little by little each day the water starting to dry up and I start worrying. What's going to happen when it's gone? How long are the ravens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to keep this up? I've been out here a long time. Where are You God? What's going to happen to me? I did what You said and now look. I'm lonely. The water's drying up and I'm going to die, for what? Nothing has really changed. The world is still evil. But I hear You. You told me to get up and go. Won't that be dangerous? Ahab is still trying to kill me. That hasn't changed. Maybe if I stay here, I can outlast the drought. Why can't You use Your power to just keep the water flowing for me, even during the drought. You can do that! Why do I have to go? And You say You've spoken to a widow to feed me? What if it turns out just like this, good for a while, but then I'm in trouble again. How do I know You talked to a widow? Who is she anyway? How will I find her? I'm putting my life into this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt; person. She doesn't know me. At least I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; I have here. You'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; done what You said, but even with that, now the water's drying up." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; the Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So he got up and went."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I guess I have to trust and obey just like that. Elijah did. What he did was against what might be considered realistic, pragmatic or conventional wisdom. So when he got to his destination, I think Elijah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; have expected this widow to be wealthy enough and be hospitable to welcome him, because God had already given her the word. But no, that's not what happened at all. The Bible says that when Elijah asked for a little jug of water because he was thirsty and something to eat, her response was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I swear, as surely as God lives, I don't have so much as a biscuit...you found me scratching together just enough firewood to make a last meal for my son and me. After we eat it, we'll die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ELIJAH: "What? I thought You said "I've instructed a woman who lives there, a widow to feed you." Do I have the wrong widow? I've got to take control and look for the one You talked to. Why couldn't You have told me which widow it was? You could have been a little more specific in Your directions on how to find her. Now what do I do? I'm hungry, thirsty and really, really tired. This is ridiculous. Why can't You make things easier? This not worth it. Where is all this going? Why am I doing this? And after leaving a place where I was safe. You protected me. I had water and food. I trusted You and traveled all this way. Now I have nothing. You let me down and I don't know where to turn except for me to start making my own decisions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;RLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: But Elijah didn't think like that. Instead it didn't matter if this widow was the "right one." He depended on God's power instead. It wasn't the situation or the way Elijah thought God would work things out. No, but he trusted God and went on. Elijah said to the widow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't worry about a thing. Go ahead and do what you've said. But first make a small biscuit for me and bring it back here...This is the word of the God of Israel: "The jar of flour will not run out and the bottle of oil will not become empty b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;efore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; God sends rain on the land and ends this drought.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;RLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Elijah didn't ask for a huge meal. He was obviously hungry. But he just asked for a little bit. God provided. But Elijah also showed his love and compassion for the widow and the son, when he could so easily thought only of himself, his predicament, thwarted expectations, disappointment and fear of the future. He still didn't know what God was doing with him, where he was going and why. He just knew and obeyed one-step-at-a-time and each step wasn't always pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes on in the Bible, but the emphasis now shifts to the widow. So she did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; Elijah told her to do. For some reason she trusted him (and God) and does what is not the "smart" thing to do. She takes from the almost nothing she has, that her son's life and her life depends on. After this she knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; no more. She already knows that starvation is imminent and this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; flour and oil she has and even the little bit of firewood left will prolong life just a little while longer, and that "little while" is very precious to her. But in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;spite&lt;/span&gt; of all this and her fear, the Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She went right off and did it, did just as Elijah asked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;RLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: That Father, is amazing to me. It's one thing to endure the hardships and potential ruin when it's only just you. But when one's decisions have potential dire impact on those you love, that is scary and amazing. There is a point at which those who are dependent on you weighs so heavy you think you can't make the decision. It's an awesome responsibility. But this poor, poor widow did it, trusted and knew that her decision about this crazy, unlikely promise would happen. The Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And it turned out as he said--daily food for her and her family. The jar of meal didn't run out and the bottle of oil didn't become empty. God's promise fulfilled to the letter...exactly as Elijah had delivered it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WIDOW: "Hallelujah! I was right to trust God. I'm now set. No matter what goes on around me, no matter how long this drought lasts, I'm going to be faithful to God and I will be fine. I'm telling everyone what God did for me and how he blessed me. All is well and God is pleased with my decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;RLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: But wait. That's not what happened at all. The Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Later on the woman's son became sick. The sickness took a turn for the worse and he stopped breathing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WIDOW: "How could You God? I wish You had just let us die when I expected it. Why did You build me up? Put me on the joyful road of answered prayers? Bless me? Put my fears behind me? I gave You all the credit and glory. I was set, trusting You and being a great witness for You. And now You take my son away! I knew I couldn't trust You! Life is awful and always will be. I can't take any more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;RLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The woman said to Elijah, "Why did you even show up here in the first place--a holy man barging in, exposing my sins, and killing my son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elijah then immediately turned to God. He also questioned what God was doing. His faith was in crisis. He didn't understand at all! The Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then he prayed. "Oh, God, my God, why have you brought this terrible thing on this widow who has opened her home to me? Why have you killed her son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think about my own son and him almost dying.Why oh God did You do this? Why did You take him right to the jaws of death physically? Why did You potentially kill my dreams and expectations for him? Why? The Bible continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Three times he &lt;/span&gt;[Elijah] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stretched himself out full length on the boy, praying with all his might, "God, my God, put breath back into this boy's body!" God listened to Elijah's prayer and put breath back into his body--he was alive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You did this for me too Father. My son is alive! Why? I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; all the answers. But I can see how my family has changed. Oh what pain and disappointment we had to go through and still do. But it is clear You are at work. It is overwhelming for me to be aware of all the intricacies and repercussions in so many lives, with mine maybe experiencing the most powerful and evident change, and it isn't over yet. The Bible then says about the widowed mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The woman said to Elijah, "I see it all now...when God speaks it is a true Word!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So why did this happen Father? We can only see backward. We can't see forward. We only know the now! And between what You've done in the past, and knowing only the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;, we trust You and rely on You for our future. Who knows? Only You. Elijah's doubts, questions, faith crisis, why? Well maybe You were preparing him for going up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; Ahab and the Baal prophets. He saw the power You have, bringing the dead to life. He could rely on that. But he didn't know that at that time. Feeding him by ravens was great. But it would take more than that to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; him to trust You to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;overcome&lt;/span&gt; the prophets of Baal and to do something completely stupid in burning up the offering and alter with water poured over it. It took seeing You raise the dead through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one more event that pertains so much to me. We move into the story of Ahab and Obadiah. After the events of Elijah and the widow, the Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A long time passed. Then God's word came to Elijah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What happened during that "long time"? We don't know. But somehow I think that Elijah needed time to take all this in and deepen in his relationship to You God. This event, raising of the dead boy through Elijah, had been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; powerful, and You got Elijah's attention. But only You God knew what was facing him in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; future. You knew how You wanted to use Elijah and there was a lot more to teach him, to grow and deepen him, so You took the time You needed with him. No hurry. You're in control. Elijah may have thought it was wasted time and impatient. He may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; thought: "Man, I'm ready to go now! I just saw God raise the dead, better than anything else I've seen so far, and he did it through me! I'm ready to go. God I'm ready! I'm pumped! Let's go do whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; want." But God wasn't ready--he pulled back and spent time with Elijah privately. Elijah may have really been frustrated and disappointed, but God was in control and knew best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time had passed, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then God's word came to Elijah. "Go and present yourself to Ahab"...Elijah set out to present himself to Ahab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Only now was Elijah ready for the next assignment. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to overcome fear, doubt and most importantly himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the story shifts to Elijah's servant. After Elijah humiliated and demoralized the prophets of Baal, the Bible says he [Elijah] climbed to the top of Mt. Carmel. There he:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...bowed deeply in prayer, his face between his knees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He was spent physically, emotionally and spiritually. The drought was going to end. The prophets of Baal had been destroyed. Elijah was struck down before God. And he prayed fervently. He told his young servant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"On your feet now! Look toward the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But the servant reported back that he saw nothing. Elijah told him to keep looking. And then the young servant saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. Elijah was still praying. The Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And sure enough, "Oh yes, a cloud! But very small, no bigger than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; hand rising out of the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How like You Father. To be a whisper, after all of the huge demonstrations of Your power. How like You in Your answers to our prayers, just a small cloud out in the distance. No big response. Can I see it? Do I trust it? Just out of reach, but its there! Then the Bible says Elijah told the young servant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quickly then, on your way. Tell Ahab. Saddle up and get down from the mountain before the rain stops you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elijah trusted. He knew. This horrible, huge drought that covered thousands of miles was over. He trusted. He knew this small cloud off in the distance was his answer from God. He knew that even though the cloud was small, it would grow into a huge water producing, drenching rain. He believed it so much that he knew it would prohibit travel and he wanted Ahab to know even before it started raining. Oh God, how unlike me. I'd want to wait and see if it were the real thing and truly an answer to my prayer before I trusted and surely before I would tell anyone. But not Elijah. He believed and he trusted You completely before it actually started raining huge buckets of water that "would develop" from this small cloud off in the distance.  The Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Things happened fast. The sky grew black with wind-driven clouds, and then a huge cloudburst of rain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Bible also says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God strengthened Elijah mightily. Pulling up his robe and tying it around his waist, Elijah ran in front of Ahab's chariot until he reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Jezreel&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even with all Elijah had done and he was physically, emotionally and maybe spiritually spent, You still gave Elijah the strength to run in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;horses&lt;/span&gt;. Oh Father my God! How wonderful You are.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-3649656863711833239?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3649656863711833239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts-on-elijah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3649656863711833239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3649656863711833239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts-on-elijah.html' title='Thoughts on Elijah'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-6912053570768708150</id><published>2010-01-23T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:15:31.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's in Control in Seemingly Unrelated Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do you ever just wonder about events in your life and how they come together into one seamless stream of occurrences? I do. I am amazed at how God works to bring things about; how many people are involved; how many situations; and no one knows what's going on and what the other events and people are doing. But somehow they come together and produce an event in a person's life, but no one knows how. And at the same time there are other billions, trillions, gazillion other so-called unrelated events going on at the same time that will come together at just the right time and place to accomplish what God wants to do in one occurrence. Just blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading in 2 Kings right now and there is a situation going on where this is evident. It is in chapters 6 and 7 and involves Elisha the prophet, Ben-Hadad (king of Aram), the king of Israel, and an attendant on whom the king of Israel leaned for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read that the king of Aram had laid siege on Samaria. [king did this for totally different purposes than what eventually transpired] "...This brought on a terrible famine...One day the king of Israel was walking along the city wall [Didn't know a woman was going to tell him what was going on in her life]. A woman cried out, "help! Your majesty!"[She didn't know the king was going to walk on the roof at just that time]...The king said "Tell me your story."...She said, " This woman came to me and said, 'Give up your son and we'll have him for today's supper; tomorrow we'll eat my son.' So we cooked my son and ate him. The next day I told her, 'Your turn--bring your son so we can have him for supper.' But she had hidden her son away." When the king heard the woman's story he ripped apart his robe...."God do his worst to me--and more--if Elisha son of Shaphat still has a head on his shoulders at this day's end."...Elisha was sitting at home, the elders sitting with him [Didn't know what had transpired with the king of Israel and the woman].  The king had already dispatched the executioner...While [Elisha] was giving instructions, the king showed up, accusing, "This trouble is directly from God! And what's next: I'm fed up with God!" [Oh,oh, now the plot thickens. It's not really smart to say these things, but haven't we all a time or two?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elisha said, "Listen! God's word! The famine's over. This time tomorrow food will be plentiful...The attendant on whom the king leaned for support said to the Holy Man. "You expect us to believe that? Trapdoors opening in the sky and food tumbling out?" [He doesn't know God, does he? But again, haven't we all questioned God before and will in the future?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll watch it with your own eyes," he said, "but you will not eat so much as a mouthful!" [Did Elisha know how this would occur? We aren't told that he did.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It happened that four lepers were sitting just outside the city gate. [Apparently oblivious to what had just occurred with Elisha, king of Israel and his attendant.] They said to one another, "What are we doing sitting here at death's door?...let's take our chances in the camp of Aram...If they receive us we'll live, if they kill us we'll die. We've got nothing to lose."...When they got to the edge of the cam, surprise! Not a man in the camp! [God] had made the army of Aram hear the sound of horses and a might army on the march. Panicked, they ran [totally unrelated to all that was going on with the king of Israel, Elisha, the attendant, and the four lepers, but God was orchestrating all of it]...These four lepers entered the camp...Finally they said to one another, "We shouldn't be doing this! This is a day of good news and we're making it into a private party!...Let's go tell the news to the king's [Israel's] palace." [The lepers had no idea what this would do to the people in creating a mob.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The people then looted the camp of Aram.  Food prices dropped overnight...God's word to the letter! The king ordered his attendant, the one he leaned on for support, to be in charge of the city gate. [Had no idea what was about to happen] The people, turned into a mob, poured through the gate, trampling him to death. It was exactly what the Holy Man [Elisha] had said when the king had come to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every word of the Holy Man to the king--"A handful of meal for a sheckel, two handfuls of grain for a shekel this time tomorrow in the gate of Samaria," with the attendant's sarcastic reply to the Holy Man, "You expect us to believe that? Trapdoors opening in the sky and food tumbling out?" followed by the response, "You'll watch it with your own eyes, but you won't eat so much as a mouthful"--proved true. The final stroke came when the people trampled the man to death at the city gate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appears to be totally unrelated instances, but God knew!!! If we could just remember, rely on, and trust that God is at work all the time. And some time it will involve us. We just don't have any idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite passages that shows God's provision and how much he takes care of me is earlier in chapter 6 verses 14-17.  It says: "Then he dispatched horses and chariots, an impressive fighting force. They came by night and surrounded the city. Early in the morning a servant of the Holy Man [Elisha] got up and went out. Surprise! Horses and chariots surrounding the city! The young man exclaimed, "Oh, master! What shall we do?" He said, "Don't worry about it--there are more on our side than on their side."  Then Elisha prayed, "O God, open his eyes and let him see." The eyes of the young man were opened and he saw. A wonder! The whole mountainside full of horses and chariots of fire surrounding Elisha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please help me to remember this and trust you completely!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-6912053570768708150?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6912053570768708150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/gods-in-control-in-seemingly-unrelated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6912053570768708150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6912053570768708150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/gods-in-control-in-seemingly-unrelated.html' title='God&apos;s in Control in Seemingly Unrelated Events'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-1610844419600999521</id><published>2009-11-21T07:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:05:20.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blown Away By God's Direct Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I had been toying with an idea of setting up my own web site to gather leads for selling individual health insurance.  I had attended a couple of meetings and seminars for a company that would assist me in doing so. It all sounded very promising and I really liked their approach, their service and their product.  The big seminar came up and I went.  Now, I wasn't naive about what they were going to do. Get me in there with the other three hundred or so people, spend the day selling me, and then asking me to sign up.  I knew that.  But I really liked what I saw and believed this might be an opportunity to be in control of getting my leads myself and really growing this business.  What actually happened was nothing I had planned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Father, I received clear direction from you.  I attended the seminar for internet selling.  This was the third session I had attended.  This is a program that really has great potential.  I spend all day there and was sold on how it could assist us in getting income with the promise of great revenue.  I had to buy the one time license and all the support, etc. that day for six thousand dollars.  Huge amount of money, but would have been an investment. My wife and I talked several times over the phone during the day and we were still on target to do it.  As I sat in that session late in the afternoon, I prayed to you and asked for clear direction, an answer as to whether we should do it or not.  You gave it to me.  Immediately, this feeling came over me, this was NOT the right thing to do.  I thought about the consulting job that came out of the blue, my wife told me yesterday that she really hated making insurance calls, and I admitted I did too.  She was also fearful she wouldn't be able to practice her nursing any more, if we went with this.  We had been honest and confronted each other maturely.  I realized that what it would require was just not me.  I'm not a salesman.  I'm an academic.  I love to figure out how processes can work better.  With no promise of any other income, but a very clear answer from you, I walked out and away.  I have peace.  Satan is trying to put a wedge between us by playing up the doubt issue and fear that all may not turn out the way I want.  I still did the right thing.  It was clearly an answer from you, Father.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-1610844419600999521?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1610844419600999521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-may-24-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/1610844419600999521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/1610844419600999521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-may-24-2008.html' title='Blown Away By God&apos;s Direct Answer'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-2691267153094268579</id><published>2009-11-21T07:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:04:20.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even If I Don't Get What I Ask, I Will Be Faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I awoke early this morning around 4:30 a.m. and dozed off and on.  I hate it when I start thinking negative thoughts and get fearful and anxious.  I told myself over and over again as I lie there with these more intense negative thoughts going over and over in my head, that God is with me and will take care of us.  I had lapsed back into a self-destructive way of thinking and I hate it when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I just read in 1 Kings about Solomon and the wealth and glorious temple and palace he built.  And about how he prayed in front of all Israel on his knees with hands raised dedicating it all to you.  And then your response which said, "All I want from you is obedience, worship and devotion and also from Israel.  If you do it, I'll continue to bless.  If you don't I'll destroy all you built and scatter Israel."  What a reminder that our, my, accomplishments and things I dedicate to you mean nothing if you don't have my heart and obedience.  Father, you know I need income.  There seems to be an opportunity with this consulting company.  I have nothing else going.  I see the large expenses keep coming in and our savings going down faster than I'd like.  You know all this.  I don't know the end or what we'll do in a few months.  I only know you promised to take care of us.  I see in your Word how you blessed the faithful with more than they had asked or hoped.  I see people always having what they need when they need it.  So maybe that's it.  I have what I need right now.  [Satan just tempted me by saying to me, yes, but God didn't provide that, you did.]  Putting me in the lead and control.  I don't want that Father.  I know where the source is.  That is you.  When I call the recruiter today, I ask you that she'll have good news for me.  More importantly, I ask that I'd be obedient to you and be faithful in my service to you.  Please Father, take care of us.  But like the football coach in the movie "Facing the Giants," but even if I don't get what I ask, I will be faithful.  The joy of the Lord is my strength.  I sent my son a letter yesterday with my journal writings.  I ask that his heart would be tender and he will receive it in the right spirit.  Please bless it Father and speak to him through the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I love you.  And I grow to love you more each day.  Even when I go through hard times, I love you.  I want to be obedient to your ways.  To serve you faithfully with all my heart.  Trusting you in all I am and do.  Today Father, let it be full of love and joy.  Rich in meaning.  Pour myself into you and into others.  Not be selfish and self-centered.  Trusting you for everything.  Don't be afraid.  This seems to be my plague right now.  Fear.  And that does not come from you.  Perfect love, your love, drives out fear, as I'm told in your Word.  Dress me in your perfect love.  That is all I see and know and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-2691267153094268579?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2691267153094268579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-may-21-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2691267153094268579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2691267153094268579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-may-21-2008.html' title='Even If I Don&apos;t Get What I Ask, I Will Be Faithful'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-4508362890460625370</id><published>2009-11-21T07:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:03:07.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have to Have A God-Listening Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back in May of 2008 again and resuming my telling of the journey I have been on for the past couple of years.  What was nagging in my gut was the impending future of running out of the money I had set aside to live on and not knowing what was going to happen when it did.  I had been talking to a company about becoming a consultant for them and everything looked so good.  Interviews had gone extremely well. I had even flown to Denver to interview with some executives and gotten word that they wanted me to join their organization. All looked good. That had actually occurred in March, but so far only talk. Looking back on it now, I can see that God had something totally different in store.  But then, not a clue.  There was only me and an unsure future.  So back to May:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone here in the house.  It is early.  The house is quiet.  My wife had just left for work.  I started reading The Books of Kings in the Bible this morning.  King David has died and Solomon, his son, is the new king.  Eugene Peterson says in his introduction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the Hebrew demand of God to have a king was about the worst thing they could have asked for...In the midst of the incredible mess those kings are making of God's purposes, God continues to work his purposes...The rule is worked from within, much of the time invisible and unnoticed, but always patiently and resolutely there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not hindered and thwarted in accomplishing what you want God.  I cannot stop you with my disobedience and poor choices in my life, nor anyone in the world.  Man is nothing.  They think they are with all their intelligence and wealth.  But we are nothing.  Your desires, your way, what you want will be accomplished no matter what.  When you asked Solomon what he wanted and you would give it to him, his request was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...here I am God, my God, you have made me, your servant, ruler of the kingdom...I'm too young for this, a mere child!...And here I am, set down in the middle...Here's what I want: Give me a God-listening heart...For who on their own is capable...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your response was such pleasure with Solomon's request.  You promised him what he asked plus all the wealth and power he didn't ask for.  Then you said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...if you stay on course, keeping your eye on the life-map and the God-signs as your father David did, I'll also give you a long life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I don't pretend to be Solomon, but I see where the desire of my heart must first be a "God-listening heart."  Abiding in you no matter what goes on around me or where it leads.  Humbly seeking to do what you want.  Listening to your Spirit as you guide me.  All in my life will be an opportunity for learning and growth as I surrender myself to your use and will.  Whatever that may be, wherever it leads, my first desire.  In the beginning of The Book of Kings it says "Solomon loved God."  I love you Father.  I awoke this morning with a phrase going over in my head "Strength will rise as we wait upon the lord.  We will wait upon the Lord, wait upon the Lord."  You're telling me to trust you and wait for you to lead, work, show me, work out your will.  And while that is going on, I will have strength growing from inside.  I will become stronger for anything you want me to be and do.  I want a "God-listening heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-4508362890460625370?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4508362890460625370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday-may-20-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/4508362890460625370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/4508362890460625370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday-may-20-2008.html' title='I Have to Have A God-Listening Heart'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-1377636096430763738</id><published>2009-11-05T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:36:54.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruciform Love in the Here and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I just finished reading a book entitled "Broken Down House" by Paul Tripp.  In this book there is a chapter on determining to love as Christ modeled.  At the end of this chapter Tripp talks about how we as Christians must love with a "cross-shaped love."  He gives in very functional and practical terms what it means to be committed to being an instrument of "cross-shaped love."  They are too good and, oh my, so indicting that I can't help but share them.  As you read, examine your heart and life.  I did, and I am ashamed and shocked at how far short I fall from what God wants of me in my love.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It means not keeping yourself so busy with you and yours that you have no practical time to love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being committed to knowing people, because you can minister only in very limited ways to those whom you do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to have your life complicated by the needs and struggles of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to share your physical resources with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to live with an open home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being perseverant and patient even when the love you give is not returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means actively looking for places where you can function as one of God's tools of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means resisting the temptation to be judgmental, self-righteous, and critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means overlooking minor offenses and fighting the temptation to become bitter or cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means making life decisions out of a recognition of this inescapable call to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being lovingly and humbly honest in moments of misunderstanding more committed to reconciliation than to being right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means admitting that you are still learning to love as you have been loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to own up to your sin and admit your faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means not judging the success of your life by the size of your house or bank account, or by the quality of your car, but by the quality of your love for God and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means regularly examining the motivations, desires, and thoughts of your heart in the mirror of God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means moving beyond simply surrounding yourself with people whom you find comfortable and likeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being a student of God's Word, a joyful participant in the means of grace, and a committed participant in the fellowship of the body of Christ, so that the love you offer others may be increasingly pure and mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to be misunderstood, mistreated, and misrepresented for the sake of incarnating Christ's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means overcoming evil with good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means not letting race, social class, gender, age, or ethnicity get in the way of a biblical call to Christlike love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to have your schedule and plans interrupted or altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means paying attention to the physical, emotional, and spiritual needs of the people God puts in your path, and looking for ways to help them bear these burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means believing that God will not call you to a task without giving you what you need to accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to get up earlier and stay up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means learning the details about someone's struggle so that you can love wisely, while at the same time guarding the reputation of the person you are loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means weeping with the one who weeps and rejoicing with the one who rejoices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to endure tense and uncomfortable situations lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means not allowing yourself plausible excuses that seemingly free you from love's call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means making a commitment to being a faithful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to take on big things, even as you humbly admit your limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means keeping your promises and being faithful to your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being open to correction, loving criticism, and godly rebuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means believing in the body of Christ and recognizing that you are but one of the tools in God's big toolbox of redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being open to counsel and receptive to advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means being willing to go to bed tired and to awake to another day of calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means hiding God's Word in your heart and keeping his Kingdom always before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means refusing to become anyone's substitute messiah, but instead to point people to the presence and grace of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does mean looking out not only for your own interests, but also for the interests of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means building relationships, not just for the purpose of being relationally comfortable, but so that those relationships would be a workroom for redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means loving people in such a way that they never feel like they are in debt to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means remembering that you are more like than unlike the people you are called to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means understanding that the call to love is a call to both word and deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means daily remembering Jesus, being in awe of the gift of his love, and living thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-1377636096430763738?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1377636096430763738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/cruciform-love-in-here-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is a beautiful morning.  I'm at home sitting in the library at my favorite place by the window, looking out over the country lane.  How blue, green and bright everything looks.  My wife has left for work so I am alone.  The house is quiet and I am reflecting with my Father.  I just finished reading 2 Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, there are several things in these passages I really don't understand, but there are so many more that I do and are extremely important.  David's song to you speaks to me also and for me.  I know how he feels.  How real and beautiful it is.  David says you tested him.  Some horrible things happened.  There were some really stupid, disobedient things David did that caused great harm not only to him but to so many other people.  And you severely punished David for them.  But, oh, how you loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, where am I going?  What's happening in my life?  You alone know the future, I certainly don't.  I've laid it all before you as much as I know how and asked you to direct my paths.  And I'm trusting in you that where it goes or whatever happens, it will be what you want and I'll follow in faith and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the passages I read says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God made my life complete&lt;br /&gt;    when I placed all the pieces before him.&lt;br /&gt;When I cleaned up my act&lt;br /&gt;    he gave me a fresh start....&lt;br /&gt;I feel put back together,&lt;br /&gt;    and I'm watching my step.&lt;br /&gt;God rewrote the text of my life&lt;br /&gt;   when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I feel, Father.  You did that for me.  But first, before you could do anything, I had to open "the book of my heart to [your] eyes."  It took a really long time, much pain, suffering, hard times, humiliation, and anger.  But you kept at me.  And even though I know it still continues and will continue, I can look back and see it.  I can say along with David, "I feel put back together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!  To the Lord of Heaven and Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-8323821181019604283?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8323821181019604283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-may-19-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8323821181019604283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8323821181019604283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-may-19-2008.html' title='Open the Book of My Heart to God&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-2785739937844582279</id><published>2009-10-20T12:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:00:18.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Undoes what the World Does</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is utterly amazing to me how one can change so dramatically in so quick a time. One week ago I was tenuous and telling you Father how desperate I was and how I found it so hard to be what you want me to be. Not that I've arrived, but my whole attitude, spirit and will are different. Aren't we just such fickle people? I really don't understand myself most of the time. But regardless, I am at a wonderful place right now. I don't know what tomorrow holds or even how I'll be tomorrow, but today, I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, my God! How wonderful you are. your power of influence and conviction is beyond anyone. The way you change hearts and convict is beyond belief. If it were not for my own experience, I would be credulous. Your sweep of ownership extends infinitely. There was no beginning for you. There is no end. Man and creation may try to best you, reduce you, control you, but it cannot be done. We are nothing but small-minded nothings thinking we're intelligent and powerful. But only what you allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God! With all of this, to be able to call you my Father is beyond amazing. You are God! And that's just the way it is. Thank you Father for what you have done in my life. How you have grown me to be the man you desire for me. To undo what life and bad experiences have done to me. Thank you for the Word through the Bible. The power of it has to change people. Thank you for these stories of real people and real events and your leading in their lives, whether they knew it or not. Thank you for showing us how we live, still today, and what can be expected from it, good or bad. Thank you for showing us how involved you are in all aspects of life, regardless of our acknowledgment. Thank you for showing that man has no control over you and in this world you win, and we think we have such power and control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it this way because in everything, in your world, there is no battle, winner, loser. There is only you and everything is powered by you. It is how things are and life, ways of life, are like you and powered by you in complete freedom. There is no comparison of anything else. This "way", your way, can begin on this earth, surely with spits and starts, but it can. It is your kingdom on this earth. We live here, becoming increasingly more like you and living in your world and being in your world and little by little being more comfortable with it. Of course we rebel almost all the time. But you know, it doesn't matter. We're the ones who suffer and have a hard life. You don't change. It is totally our choice. Oh, how stupid we are. The one thing that will never, ever change and is all powerful, we think we have some say so over it. The only choice we make is to decide whether we want to do it your way or not. And if we don't, we're always the one to suffer for it. Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are transported from this earthbound world to your Spirit world when You are acknowledged. This acknowledgment is the key to opening that door into your Spirit world. The permission to walk through that door is the death, blood and resurrection of the man Jesus the Christ. Your entire being formed into this man. You provided the key. You are the key. You provided it yourself. It is your invitation to join you in your Spirit world. That alone is the real world, infinitely. Always was and always will be. Another dimension into which we can enter by accepting the invitation of Jesus the Christ, who paid the entrance fee. All else here on earth is a distraction from your world. Satan set it up to rob you of me and all others from you, if we don't choose you over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is going according to your plan. When you look at this eternal life that is all around me, what really do you have to lose by being counter-world? Nothing! It's already lost. I don't live in it any more. Only my body is here. My soul and spirit have already entered into your eternal world, the other dimension, the real dimension. This earth is really an add on, created out of love by you for man's enjoyment. Because purity is all that can be tolerated by you and can live in the true eternal dimension, man had to be free to choose when presented with an option. We could not be coerced or without choice. That would not be pure. That is why we really don't need to be so focused on Satan in our lives. We have already been freed from him. We are pure, because we made the choice, not by anything we have done, but by what you have done. We just have to choose you and believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a spiritual, eternal God dimension, absolutely nothing will happen to us. It is only earthly, human results of our sin and yielding to the temptations of Satan. I do not need to be afraid. Satan cannot touch me. You cover and protect me if I'll let you on earth. My dwelling place is not here. I live, already live, with you in your infinite eternal dimension, home! I'm just confined and bound in this flesh body and constrained by the limitations of earth. That is why you have grace extended. This is temporary. It is your way of saying, "Don't worry, you're with me in my dimension, living with me for eternity. You're already here! Your soul, your spirit are mine right now. So don't get so hung up by failures on that earth. You are only there for a short period. Continue transforming into my world, my dimension, my way. You'll be so much better off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then when your body dies, you won't be bound any more. Your life will blossom into what I longed for all along. But understand, you are here with me now! That is so important for you to believe and understand. Because of that, you won't worry about things on earth, just accept them and move on. Its only temporary. Who really cares? As long as you continually take on my life and learn how to live in my dimension, eternity, you won't have any problems. I'll take care of everything. I do now. I am God! I rule eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You live in my world today with me, because Jesus the Christ paid your admission fee. And when he offered it to you, you accepted it. Have fun, enjoy your life, continue to learn how to live in my dimension, because it is really the only one. All else is fake. I'll teach you, show you the ropes, and even change you as you live. This is your world. Welcome to it!" John 6:61-64a; 16:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-2785739937844582279?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2785739937844582279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-may-17-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2785739937844582279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2785739937844582279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-may-17-2008.html' title='God Undoes what the World Does'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-193687455371581941</id><published>2009-10-15T09:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:58:25.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy of God with Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chapters 28-31 of I Samuel in the Bible are classic examples of events unfolding on the earth, everyday, intimate events and people not knowing why and seeing inequities, being frustrated, fearful and not know you Father are directing it the whole time.  What a lesson I need to learn.  It is so hard.  I wonder if there is a reason why I read what I did this morning, possibly?  But overall I have to trust you that you are in control of not only my life, but all events of the world, great and small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, it is still hard on me to not be disappointed and fearful.  So hard.  But I am getting better.  You give.  You take away.  You raise people up.  You take them down.  You control everything.  Nothing happens that you aren't aware of.  You know everything about me to how many hairs are on my head (now for me that may not be hard).  A bird doesn't fall from the sky that you don't know about it.  How intimate and involved is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, you know how I need income.  You know I can't afford to keep this house after a period of time.  You know it would be really hard to sell it at this time.  So I have to trust you.  Strengthen me Father.  Give me a strong, solid, firm foundation of faith and trust.  Not wavering.  Not turning to you in time of need, but a continuous trust in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a person who turns to you.  I want you to be ever-present in my life with a free, smooth-flowing dependence on you.  No different in time of need than in time of plenty.  My reliance and relationship should be the same.  Even when I say I "turn" to you, that implies I wasn't going in your direction, or you aren't in me as one.  And I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is a great example: David and his men returned to their city after losing an intense battle with many dead, being disappointed and frustrated with what they thought was doing the right thing and doing what they do best.  Upon return, their city had been burned, destroyed, all their wealth gone, and their families captured and gone as well.  They were in intense emotional pain.  The Bible says "...David and his men burst out in loud wails...wept and wept until they were exhausted with weeping...Suddenly David was in even worse trouble..There was talk among the men, bitter over the loss of their families, of stoning him...David strengthened himself with trust in his God...David prayed to God, 'Shall I go after these raiders?  Can I catch them?'...The answer came!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Wait a minute!  Now, wait a minute Father!  This is huge for me!  This is a no-brainer.  Of course you go after them.  Why in the world would one ever stop and ask that question of you Father?  But he did!  He stopped and talked to you about it! Amazing!  Why? Why stop and ask you?  Huge lesson!  David didn't turn to you--it just says, "David strengthened himself."  And he did this by having a conversation with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at the level of intimacy David had with you.  Even after failing at leadership, seeing men he loved and for which he had responsibility killed because of his decision.  After seeing his city destroyed because of what he believed to be the right thing to do.  After losing his family and all the men in his charge experiencing this intense loss as well, he asked you if he should go after the marauders, the enemy, and will he catch them.  It flowed.  It wasn't an emotional battle and difficult.  It was just like breathing.  Your answer, your input, your guidance, your strength was his first thought.  I am amazed at this level of intimacy with you. You truly were in his life and his life was in yours.  I am amazed.  Oh Father, how I want that level of intimacy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-193687455371581941?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/193687455371581941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-may-12-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/193687455371581941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/193687455371581941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-may-12-2008.html' title='Intimacy of God with Me'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-747451359865072383</id><published>2009-10-11T06:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:22:59.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Coming back to the present for just a bit. I had to get this down because it just keeps nagging me and I mean that in an exceptionally good way. I awoke this morning about 4:30 a.m. and knew there just was no more sleep in me. I came into the library and began reading the Bible from The Message. I read the book of Ruth and then read the introduction to 1 Samuel.  I love Eugene Peterson's introductions to the books in the Bible. I get so much insight from them. Well, in his introduction to 1 Samuel it really spoke to me, because it was just where my thoughts and heart were last night, again.  I think God is speaking to me and trying really hard to get my attention on this matter.  It just keeps recurring at different times and in different situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the statements Peterson makes that really spoke to my mind and my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We don't have to fit into prefabricated moral or mental or religious boxes before we are admitted into the company of God--we are taken seriously just as we are and given a place in his story, for it is, after all, his story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;None of us is the leading character in the story of life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The biblical way is not so much to present a moral code and tell us "Live up to this...Think like this and you will live well."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The biblical way is to tell a story and invite us, "Live into this.  This is what it looks like to be human...This is what is involved in entering and maturing as human beings."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We do violence to the biblical revelation when we use it for what we can get out of it or what we think will provide color and spice to our otherwise bland lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That results in a kind of "boutique spirituality"--God as decoration, God as enhancement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...we are not being led to see God in our stories, but to see our stories in God's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is the larger context and plot in which our stories find themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is where my thoughts were last night while at church.  Also, where my mind has been repeatedly over the past months and couple of years.  My thoughts have been much more abstract and unformed, but nonetheless there.  Kyle makes me think in my mind and heart.  He grabs my attention and the Holy Spirit speaks.  What do I do with it, then?  That is my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question keeps coming back to me, "Why would I do all the things God asks or commands me to do?  It can't be just to do the right thing, although that is good in a smaller context.  But ultimately, it is really larger than that.  God's world, spirit, is where the truth is.  Even saying that limits it.  In God's world there is no truth.  By saying truth it lays out that there must be false.  And that is not in God's world.  We only have to set this truth/false concept up and do this in our world (human).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants me to live in that world, his world.  Transcend human, so to speak, and live there, spirit.  That's what Jesus did.  Humanness was an encumbrance and a limitation.  It was and is a prevention or deterrent to truly living in God's world.  But nonetheless a world in which God wants me to live.  All the revelation, stories and instruction in the Bible are to get me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This realization is the 'transforming' that Paul talks about.  It's not just changing our lives so we can live better in this world.  In fact we are told the opposite.  The more we transform our lives into God's spirit world, the harder it will be on us in this world.  But, the more peaceful and settled we will be in our heart, because our hearts will be less at war with God and the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transforming of our lives is transcending us out of the human world and more into God's spirit world where he wants me to be.  That transformation is the key to unlocking the doors and allowing us in, incrementally, little by little, to God's world, the true world and the eternal world.  This is where we are headed ultimately, because of Jesus' work on the cross, his  resurrection and our acceptance of it.  But God doesn't want to wait for that.  He wants us to transformationally move more to his world in our living each day until our bodies die or Jesus comes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, how that gives meaning to our lives as we live on this earth, encumbered and limited by humanness.  Romans 12:1-2 is the complete explanation of this.  Two short verses that explain completely what God is all about, once we accept Jesus' work for us.  This is huge for me.  I mean huge.  It is the answer for all time about God's relationship to those who accept his Son's work on this earth for us.  The only answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must, repeat must, look at God in this way.  My perspective must be that of Christ: eternal, spiritual, his world looking into ours, not ours looking into God's.  That will dramatically change my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-747451359865072383?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/747451359865072383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/gods-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/747451359865072383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/747451359865072383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/gods-world.html' title='God&apos;s World'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-82215015433784285</id><published>2009-09-24T15:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:56:34.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Past/Fear of Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am reading the 18th chapter of I Samuel about the beginning of Saul's madness and the relationship between David and Jonathan.  Father, the thought came to me again that I live too much in the past and future.  While thinking and focusing on the bad things that happened to me in the past and fear of the future, I am missing out on the joy of the present.  The thought just came to me that if I knew I had an income in the future, I could be happy and enjoy the present.  How that is NOT like what you want me to be.  Enjoy the present and let you take care of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in Chapter 20 and the thought just came to me that no where do we see David's thoughts and feelings about Saul's trying to repeatedly kill him and the stress and fear of living under these horrible situations.  Then there is a paragraph after David escaped his house to keep Saul's men from killing him.  It says: "David made good his escape and went to Samuel at Ramah and told him everything Saul had done to him.  Then he and Samuel withdrew to the privacy of Naioth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So David finally reached out to the man who was his spiritual father.  One he could trust and knew was wise.  He opened up and told Samuel everything.  I'm sure it had to be painfully emotional and intense.  I'm sure all the fear, frustration, not understanding and anger came pouring out.  He may have even been told things by Samuel that he just didn't want to hear or agree with.  Then Samuel and David got off to themselves in private to talk, and again I'm sure, to pray to God.  A time of openness, emotion, honesty and seeking God's answer by themselves in private.  How wonderful to have that older, wiser mentor.  We all need one.  God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in chapter 20 is where Jonathan and David are designing a scheme as a sign for David to run, because Saul is truly trying and plotting to kill him (David).  Even in all the mayhem, fear for life, anxiety, stress, confusion and frustration, Jonathan tells and reminds David, "Regarding all the things we've discussed, remember that God's in on this with us to the very end."  A reminder to me Father.  In all that's going on in my life right now, you are in this, and participating or leading it to the very end.  Pretty amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now reading Chip Ingram's book again, "Good to Great In God's Eyes!"  A thought just came to me about Ingram's method of identifying a few people in which to invest my life.  When I talk to people about working with them, I need to reveal to them who I truly am on the inside, not just my credentials, but my heart.  I know you've said this may be foolishness to them, but that is who I am.  I can use Ingram's method to explain myself to them.  Faithful Available Teachable.  Please show me how to do this Father.  Give me insight and clarity.  Guide my every word coming from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought--now, right now, I have an opportunity for you to talk to me, prepare me, season me, mature me, ready me for what you want to accomplish later in my life.  Whatever that is.  I don't have the pressure of a daily business.  I have time.  I have money enough to pay our expenses.  A great time for you to prepare and teach me.  I need to allow that, emotionally, and stop trying to bring it to an end by getting employment.  This is, and has been, a rich experience, while at the same time frustrating and fearful.  But it is so obvious to me you are "in on this with us to the very end."  Step back Robert, relax, let God free in your life and trust and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Father?  I just recalled, I have had a dream all my adult life.  Help people!  Impact their lives.  Be used by you to have a powerful impact on people's lives.  Not indirectly, but directly.  Be in a position where I could impart to them "stuff" from you, from life experiences, personal insights to impact their lives.  I have wanted that in my career, business, working at church, everywhere.  I admit my motivation may not be totally pure, but not all together wrong.  I want to impact people's lives greatly, directly and as part of it through their minds.  That is my dream.  I believe that the most opportune place is in a teaching/mentoring setting.  I still believe I am correct, but you may have other totally different means.  That is my dream.  Directly--not something that just happens along the way in life.  That gets me fired up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-82215015433784285?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/82215015433784285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-may-8-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/82215015433784285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/82215015433784285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-may-8-2008.html' title='Living in Past/Fear of Future'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-8962515835964370186</id><published>2009-09-24T15:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:53:56.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home and Still Going</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm back home now and though I don't have the setting of the mountains and being alone, the intimacy with God, for now continues.  This morning I read chapters 16 and 17 of I Samuel.  The themes continued from the weekend.  As I read about Saul and David, it was primarily about David, I learned a lot about first being confident in you Father.  And the motivating factor in what we work to achieve must always be your glory and for your praise.  But also, I can be confident in me.  I know that sounds wrong, but you gave me many talents and abilities.  These abilities I have, gifts, talents you gave me are things inside of me for which I am very thankful.  If I deny these and don't use them, I am really telling you that they don't matter and your gifts don't mean much to me.  I know where they come from. You gave them to me.  But I am responsible for developing them to the best of my ability to use for your glory.  These gifts are part of what make me unique.  You made me unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When David told Saul he would go up against Goliath and fight him, Saul loaded David down with armor and spears and all kinds of paraphernalia.  This is what Saul said he needed for fighting and protection.  David said he couldn't move and he couldn't fight this way.  It just wasn't him.  I was impressed with thoughts about how we go up against obstacles and Satan.  Everyone is so willing to tell others what to do and how they should fight and what to use for protection.  The reality of it is, you use and do what works for you because you are unique. Only God knows the best way for me.  Now, he may tell me through others, and I always have to weigh that with his word and also my uniqueness.  But even when he tells me in his word what to do and how, there is usually great latitude in adapting to the uniqueness of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound like heresy, but I don't mean it that way.  God and God's way is always the only right way.  What I am saying is there is a way for me to do God's will in God's way that may be very different from others, because I am me.  God's handiwork allows that.  When I am told to gird myself with a belt and helmet, etc., the way I wear that belt may be different for me than for others.  I'm probably being very confusing right now. That happens to me sometimes.  The point is, God will make my defenses customized to me in application and I should listen to him, not always at the whim of everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I was also impressed today in my reading about "Don't Be Afraid."  You keep driving that home.  "Don't Be Afraid."  I realized that I cannot make good decisions, move forward, stay focused,  or be productive if I am consistently afraid and fearful.  Fear is immobilizing, energy zapping and totally non-productive.  You keep driving this home to me and I thank you.  Please continue until I get it and it changes me.  I am light-hearted again and laugh easily.  Until my mind is clear and can focus like a laser on what is important, "Don't Be Afraid."  Thank you Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-8962515835964370186?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8962515835964370186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday-may-7-2009-back-home-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8962515835964370186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8962515835964370186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday-may-7-2009-back-home-and.html' title='Back Home and Still Going'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-2480986647776531217</id><published>2009-09-13T17:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:53:42.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cumberland Falls - 9:10 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning hiking the trails to and from the Falls and my cabin.  It had turned warm.  The sky was blue.  What a glorious morning.  When I was almost at the end of the trail, I just sat down and talked to God out loud.  It was great.  It was the first time I had spoken audibly, since I arrived.  I talked to God about what I had read the previous evening and about the impressions I had during the weekend.  I had awakened at 7:30 a.m. and began reading I Samuel.  There is so much you have said to me this weekend Father.  Even reading I Samuel it didn't stop.  The themes from the weekend keep being driven home to me.  I am absolutely certain this weekend was God ordained.  Through your Word, Chip Ingram's book, and the biography you spoke to me loudly and clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little afraid of going back home.  I'm afraid I'll lose the closeness with you, the intimacy.  I'm afraid I'll forget.  But I also know that I'm to take what I've learned and let it be expressed in relationships and in the world I'm in.  I do ask that it not end!  I'm the one who will decide that, I know.  I can only hope I won't.  I want my life to be like Samuel's.  "Everyone in Israel...recognized Samuel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was the real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"  Father, thank you for this weekend.  Only time will tell how much my life has been changed.  You are God and that's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-2480986647776531217?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2480986647776531217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-may-4-2009-real-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2480986647776531217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2480986647776531217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-may-4-2009-real-thing.html' title='The Real Thing'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-3591004179484884015</id><published>2009-09-13T16:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:53:30.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Only Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cumberland Falls - 6:10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Wolf At The Table." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The young man tells us that for the first time in his life, he witnessed and felt a father's love for his son.  I don't know that I ever really experienced that with my father.  He needed me.  He was proud of me in his own way. He was to some degree intimidated by me.  But I never really experienced or felt his love.  It could be that I didn't know what it was or what it felt like.  How sad!  But I have a Father who loves me completely and needs me for nothing.  He loves me completely unconditionally, just the way I am.  And I am very valuable to Him.  That is all that matters to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-3591004179484884015?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3591004179484884015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2009-my-only-value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3591004179484884015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3591004179484884015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2009-my-only-value.html' title='My Only Value'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-5852304357691355781</id><published>2009-09-13T15:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:53:17.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life System Built To Be Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cumberland Falls - 5:10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very difficult time for me during this weekend. As I said before I was reading three books, the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Good To Great In God's Eyes&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and a biography &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Wolf At The Table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had just finished reading a chapter in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Wolf At The Table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The boy, now 17, had his own apartment in a dilapidated, run down building that no one else would live in. He had no food and no possibility of getting any. He was hungry and had to have food. His mother was insane. His father had tried to kill him, but he was the only person he could call to get any food so he did. His father brought him a small package of bologna and day old bread. When the father left, the boy sobbed and was filled with inexpressible anger. I understand this boy. He said: "...there is an anger that goes beyond a fist through a wall. Where you are lifted so high by your fury that for an instant you hover suspended; the fist does not go through the wall. You hold your breath and wait, you hang, you float." Then he said, "I was going to make something of myself. Something big." I understand that boy. And that is why I know there is nothing but the power of God that's going to change me and heal me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what he is talking about when he says "I was afraid that I was like my father." I do understand that as a child, one's perception of parents, siblings, people can be distorted. Our vantage point is very limited to only what we see and experience, mostly what we experience. And I do understand that our perceptions belong only to us and no one else. Someone living in the same household can have a very different perspective than another. It is primarily based on one's experience and to some degree personality. But, in how it shapes one's life, it really doesn't matter. My life systems and future life were dramatically shaped by my perspective of my father. He took care of us physically. He provided. But emotionally for me, he was never there. Instead, he needed me because he did not want to confront things, mainly those things having to do with spouse and family. I saw and experienced many things and my perspective in part was, he was often times different in family situations than he was in public ones. That is so painful to acknowledge and say. But most of my adult life, I fought so desperately to not be like my father. One of the results is that I take such strong measures to not be, that it consumes me. My perception was that he was a weak man in many ways and I purposed in my mind and heart I would never, ever be &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Nothing would ever beat me! I could overcome anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have grown older and much more knowledgeable, I understand that to a large degree that what he was, was formed by what he experienced as a child growing up as well. He could only work with what he had and was capable of. But the impact on me was still the same. So today I can say I have such sympathy with him, but realize that the sin in our lives, my father, mother and me and those before us, had devastating impacts on me. Where does it end? At what point does one say, enough? At what point do I say, I am responsible for my sin, no one else is. I have to answer for what I do. Only me! The legacy will stop with me. I can only hope that to a small degree that I can say that. I am learning every day the more healthy way. God's way. The only way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have spent so much time reflecting and analyzing, praying, talking to people I respect and trust, hours spent in counseling, I have come to the conclusion that I am not like my father in many ways. Those life systems I built so I would not be are so ingrained in me and so unbelievably strong and powerful, that only the power of the almighty God can break them. God, please break them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-5852304357691355781?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5852304357691355781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2009-life-system-built.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/5852304357691355781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/5852304357691355781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2009-life-system-built.html' title='A Life System Built To Be Different'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-3199508721683092950</id><published>2009-09-13T15:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:53:03.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Brother's Distorted View</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cumberland Falls - 11:45 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip Imgram explains the elder brother's mentality in the telling of the prodigal son and how the elder brother has a distorted view of God's heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too busy earning Father's favor to realize he already had it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So absorbed with performance he could never enjoy life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like the elder brother many of us spend all our energy and time trying to prove ourselves to God, parents, bosses, someone from our past, spouse, anyone who made us feel like we'll never amount to anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We become driven to achieve and accomplish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being driven to perform has a subtle, self-righteous arrogance in it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We think that being godly means always giving up our desires and plans to do what others want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The above falsehoods are lies from Satan!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Truth--I must be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;willing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to give up my plans in submission to God's direction in serving and loving others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Truth--The plans and dreams I have are important as well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Truth--Many are God-given&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Part of loving others is allowing them to love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, even giving them an opportunity to make sacrifices &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as I make sacrifices for them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if God so leads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lie--"I always need to submit my will to everyone else's."  The result is a never-ending to-do-list.  When I don't experience joy, I don't have the strength of my Father and I end up in a performance trap that's steeped in self-effort and absolutely no fun." (Chip Ingram)  Oh, how I fall into this trap and live there so easily.  Experience it regularly.  Even in my relationship with you Father.  Oh please have mercy on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of a consequence of the elder-brother performance mentality: Faithful, consistent Christian-often church leader suddenly separates from their spouse.  Their actions are so out of character: red sports car, takes up with a person half their age.  It is almost guaranteed this person has lived with elder-brother mentality for years and was never able to enjoy life.  The consistent suppression of genuine, God-ordained pleasure is frustrating and depressing.  Those who live with it long enough eventually explode, sometimes in very ungodly ways.  This is an example of what a distorted view of God can lead to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Truth-God's gifts are always available to his children, i.e. elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;He welcomes and implores our enjoyment of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-3199508721683092950?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3199508721683092950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2009-elder-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3199508721683092950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3199508721683092950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2009-elder-brothers.html' title='Elder Brother&apos;s Distorted View'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-6178535673573819365</id><published>2009-09-07T06:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:52:51.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw A Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cumberland Falls - 10:58 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading Chip Ingram's book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Good To Great In God's Eyes"&lt;/span&gt; now and the chapter is "Enjoy Great Moments."  Ingram points out that great Christians enjoy life and have fun.  He uses Nehemiah 8:10 to make his point.  He says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Ezra...read the books of Moses...to the assembly.  Realizing how badly they had missed God's will and violated His commandments, they began to weep...Nehemiah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  them with these words, "Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared.  This day is sacred to our Lord.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do not grieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;joy of the Lord is your strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;."...Nehemiah didn't miss the need to repent, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, he understood that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;God had given the people a time of gladness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorrow was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;necessary sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, it couldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the life of God's people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah and God didn't jump on them and beat them down further when they realized how they had sinned and disobeyed.  Instead he told them "Don't grieve".  Throw a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingram also says, "We have little slices of time that fill us with joy...we treasure them even more when we celebrate them with others, especially those close to our heart.  They mean more when others are involved...You never took time for enjoying, relating, and just relaxing.  God put opportunities in your path that you never noticed and [God] put people in your path who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;would have loved you if you'd given them the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  This relationship with people is huge for me.  People would have/will love me if I would just give them a chance.  God places them there for me as a gift that I often ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-6178535673573819365?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6178535673573819365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2008-throw-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6178535673573819365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6178535673573819365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2008-throw-party.html' title='Throw A Party'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-6029309563996362170</id><published>2009-09-03T18:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:52:37.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not the Leading Character in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cumberland Falls - 8:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Ruth and started into 1 Samuel.  Very noteworthy insight from Eugene Peterson's introduction from The Message.  God's Spirit is speaking to me loudly and boldly.  Peterson says, "...the stories [Samuel, Hannah, Saul, David] are clustered around 1000 BC" and 800 years after Abraham.  Just put that in context.  These stories about the lives of these people, about whose details relate so much to me, and God, occurred 3000 years ago--where we can't even begin to know how different [culture, environment, etc.] they believed and experienced.  And yet, they are like me.  God has not changed.  Man has not changed.  Relevance is real and pertinent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peterson also says, "...our ego-bound experience is too small a context in which to understand and experience what it means to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe in God&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;follow his ways&lt;/span&gt;."  Everything I see, feel, perceive, make judgments about, plan, value, drive me forward or not, is based on me and my experience.  Peterson is saying that if that is all I know, I cannot know God and his character [Believe!] and follow his ways [or even know his ways].  I am so small and limiting.  I am so ego-bound, the center of my small mind and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not defined or bound by me, even though I think he is! I think I am the center of everything.  Even when I think I am "nothing," I become the center of life and God!  God draws me out of myself to show me that I am just a pin dot [not even] in God and the history of man, and I must look at the whole to understand.  And yet, I am the most important person to him as well.  That I cannot comprehend.  God does not belong to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peterson also says, "...[these] stories do not show us how we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; live but how in fact we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;  live...the reality of our daily experience as the stuff that God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to work out his purposes of salvation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in us&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the world&lt;/span&gt;."  I am part of this.  My life [feelings, perceptions, judgments, plans, values, things that drive me forward or not, relationships, etc.] is part of the present and future for somebody or somebodies.  God uses these for his purposes, the good and the bad for now and future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he says, "...perceptions of ourselves...cannot be reduced to personal feelings or ideas or circumstances.  If we want a life other than mere biology, we must deal with God.  There is no alternate way."  So God, life is larger than ME, my personal feelings, ideas, circumstances?  Put that into perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes on,  "...we don't have to fit into prefabricated moral or mental or religious boxes [in fact I fight and rebel against them] before we are admitted into the company of God--we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taken seriously&lt;/span&gt; just as we are and given a place in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; story, for it is, after all, his story, none of us is the leading character in the story of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the leading character in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt;, God is!  How humbling and exciting at the same time.  If I could just remember this in the fabric of my daily life.  So deep that it is just like breathing.  I just do it, or not even I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; it, it just happens.  I don't have to think about it or make a choice to do it.  It just happens and goes on and on moment by moment, stretching into years and decades, a whole life.  Without it, I die!  It sustains life, my life physically, mentally and spiritually.  God is the leading character in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the biblical way is not so much to present us with a moral code and tell us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live up to this,&lt;/span&gt;' nor is it to set out a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;system of doctrine&lt;/span&gt; and say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Think like this'&lt;/span&gt; and you will live well.  The biblical way is to tell a story and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;invite us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; 'Live &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; this.'  This is what it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks like to be human&lt;/span&gt;, this is what is involved in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entering &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maturing as human beings.&lt;/span&gt;" (Peterson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a rich experience filled with passion, ups and downs, growth, relating, understanding God and me in God and wonder and awe of God, world, mankind, universe, God's world, God!  The details of my life experienced through God!  I am human.  He made me this way.  It is a blessing to be human, the crown of God's creation!  That is me!  He is pleased with me!  I have to live up to His pleasure, and through Jesus Christ I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Peterson says, "...We are not being led to see God in our[my] stories but to see our stories in God's.   God is the larger context and plot in which our stories [my story] find themselves."  And do I have a story!  The story of my life in all its pain and joy, mistakes and successes, weaknesses and strengths, growth and stagnation, my humanness!  It fits into the story of God!  Jesus is the bridge that links me directly to you, Father.  "How great is [my] God!  Sing with me how great is [my] God.  All will see how great, how great is my God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-6029309563996362170?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6029309563996362170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2008-i-am-not-leading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6029309563996362170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6029309563996362170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-may-3-2008-i-am-not-leading.html' title='I Am Not the Leading Character in My Life'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-2216711013643202601</id><published>2009-08-31T17:27:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:52:19.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Often Times Just Not Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cumberland Falls-7:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I started reading the book of Ruth in the Bible.  In the 2nd chapter near the end, Naomi says, "God hasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; walked out on us after all.  He still loves us in bad times as well as good!"  True.  This all sounds so positive, and it is.  But the reality is, prior to saying this, Naomi had lost everything and was destitute.  She suffered greatly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had no food or means of income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had to leave her home and travel to a distant country where she knew no one, and had a family to take care of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her husband died while they were there and left her with 2 boys to raise in this foreign country with no family for support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her sons married (as far as we know) unbelieving women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She lost her 2 sons when they died in the foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was alone with only 2 daughters-in-law from the foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now she had to make decisions on her own and undertake a big move back to her home land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Either she had nothing or sold everything to finance the trip, because it was said about her when she got back to Bethlehem, "...have nothing but the clothes on her back."  She had lost all finances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She had to depend on a daughter-in-law for any means of income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was bitter and angry at God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So while we are happy to see this statement about God still loving her, just think about what she experienced and endured before.  No small thing!  God still says "Don't be afraid."  So we read at the end of the book of Ruth how everything turned out well for Naomi and Ruth.  But what they had to suffer before getting to this state, especially Naomi, was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Naomi felt about it?  Also, Naomi's husband and two sons died during this suffering.  They didn't get to experience how everything turned out well.  So some don't get to experience it.  Of course we don't know what God was doing in their lives at that time.  But just remember everything doesn't always turn out wonderful in this world.  That is why we have to have an eternal perspective and know and understand that eternally it will and trust God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where my focus has to be, not on what my life is like in this world.  Whatever happens is temporary, but my life and choices can effect the history of somebody, and that is more important.  God is in charge and I can only see what is physically evident right now!  All else only God knows.  In the last part of Ruth it says, Boaz and Ruth had Obed, Obed had Jesse, Jesse had David a King of Israel and from David came Jesus the Messiah!  Who knew?  God!  Certainly not us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-2216711013643202601?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2216711013643202601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-may-3-2008-life-is-often-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2216711013643202601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2216711013643202601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-may-3-2008-life-is-often-times.html' title='Life is Often Times Just Not Fair'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-8868052351880542515</id><published>2009-08-29T10:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:52:03.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cumberland Falls-6:49 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the biography of this man who grew up in an incredibly dysfunctional and toxic family.  The name of the biography is "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A Wolf At The Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;."  It is amazing what he went through-father, mother and brother.  While in many aspects it is not like my own, but overall it is.  His feelings of longing for a father are very similar to mine and his relationship to his mother is as well.  What I realized very strongly and it came to me suddenly is, I need a DAD.  I need a mentor.  One who is wise, loving, understanding, non-judgmental.  I need someone to talk to and from whom I can seek advice and counsel.  I need a DAD.  Father, lead someone to me, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-8868052351880542515?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8868052351880542515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_2040.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8868052351880542515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8868052351880542515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_2040.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Afraid'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-1537384808040922732</id><published>2009-08-29T10:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:51:20.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cumberland Falls-12:50 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am waiting for God to show me what he wants me to do so I can sacrifice, I'm losing opportunity and wasting time.  DO IT! and he will respond.  The issue is not what he wants me to do.  The issue is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and he will be pleased.  Pure and simple! Whatever happens after that is up to him!  That's all that matters. Oh, how I wish it were that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-1537384808040922732?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1537384808040922732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_757.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/1537384808040922732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/1537384808040922732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_757.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Afraid'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-3761879039370140733</id><published>2009-08-29T10:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:51:05.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cumberland Falls-12:28 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you're telling me, God, through Ingram's book is that I offer up all of me--including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RobLen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and the situation and know in my heart that whatever happens will be good for me, but firstly for your praise and glory.  Leave it at your feet and move on in faith and joy and peace, living for you and all you can fill me with!  Because, even if I suffer, it is ultimately going to be better for me here on this earth and eternally. Matthew 10:29-30  Frankly, I just don't get it.  It really does not compute.  Sounds good from a "Christian's" point of view, but I don't have a clue how to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-3761879039370140733?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3761879039370140733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_6388.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3761879039370140733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3761879039370140733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_6388.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Afraid'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-6176218245955307256</id><published>2009-08-29T10:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:50:54.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cumberland Falls-11:46 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm now reading the chapter on great sacrifices from Chip Ingram's book "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Good to Great in God's Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" and you are speaking to me God.  Question-Huge Obstacle!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RobLen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! Sacrifice it! Goes against everything I have worked for and believe!  Lose lots of money-can't sell it-costing me money.  Lose equity I was going to use to pay cash for a place later in life.  What do I do?  I think I could say it's yours, take it!  I just don't know how to resolve it.  Losing everything scares me to death.  Don't know how or really what the next step would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-6176218245955307256?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6176218245955307256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_9214.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6176218245955307256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6176218245955307256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_9214.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Afraid'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-6161587037246078290</id><published>2009-08-29T10:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:50:33.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cumberland Falls-9:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outside now on the balcony reading the Bible.  In the 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; chapter of Judges is the story of Samson.  Samson's mother and father asked God's angel to teach them how to raise Samson.  Evidently either the angel didn't tell them, the parents didn't listen, or they just ignored it.  Samson wants to marry the Philistine girl he had seen.  He comes back to his parents and demands, "get her for me as my wife."  His parents didn't agree and wanted one of their own people to be his wife.  So they asked Samson if he couldn't find one at home. He demanded again: "Get her for me.  She's the one I want--she's right for me."  We can see how Samson was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; spoiled and he controlled the family.  But the part that struck me is in the parenthesis: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;His father and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; had no idea that God was behind this, that he was arranging an opportunity against the Philistines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;."  This is really, really important for me.  I see only what I know.  I most often don't see the big picture of God in my life.  What appears, based on what I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;see  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to be bad and distasteful, may be God's working for a larger, greater purpose.  I guess that's where faith and pure trust come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-6161587037246078290?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6161587037246078290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6161587037246078290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6161587037246078290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid_29.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Afraid'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-2849340508496303361</id><published>2009-08-28T23:23:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:50:03.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cumberland Falls-8 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the windows and doors are open in the cabin.  The air is warm.  Sun is shining.  I awoke early, but don't remember exactly what time it was.  However, it was still dark and for a long time.  I dozed off and on and then got up at 7 a.m.  As I laid there I started thinking and as usual all the negative things started going through my mind and I got very anxious and fearful, really fearful.  I really hate that.  Why can't I start thinking about good things, positive things, pleasant things in the wee hours of the morning in the dark or in the middle of the night in the dark.  There's really something about this that is telling for all of us.  But then a thought came in remembrance of your Word, Father: "Don't be afraid."  It was so clear and I repeated it over and over in my mind.  Not so much as a mantra, but intermittently when I would think of bad things.  So it became my consistent response to those thoughts as I laid there in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is very important to me.  "Don't be afraid."  You tell me that, but how do I take it in?  How do I internalize it so it becomes a driving force?  I don't know.  Most of the time I don't feel your presence.  There are times I do, but most of the time I don't.  Have mercy and understanding of me Father.  I want to not be afraid.  Oh, how I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driving force in me is different at various times, but mostly it is achievement and accomplishment in its various forms.  I'm reading a book entitled "A Wolf At The Table."  Yesterday I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It was the first time in my life I'd experienced a feeling close to achievement...I saw that if I continued this strange, land-swimming, this intoxicating, crawling, climbing, clinging, I would make it to the very top of the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this little boy was climbing a pyramid in Mexico and then he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I didn't know what a pyramid was.  Not once did I consider the consecrated land upon which it was built, or the powerful ancient society that created it.  I knew only that it was overwhelming, magnificent, and must be climbed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is the way I am.  Right now in my life I am wondering what is there that is overwhelming, magnificent, and must be climbed, achieved, proof that I can do it?  It gives me status, self-achievement, it means I am somebody and no one can take that away from me.  It is an inner force driving me.  What is there to replace that in my life right now?  Because I feel that all of that has been taken away from me.  What is there left that is me?  I feel empty and I am floundering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I don't believe you want me to give it up.  It is who I am, at least a big part of who I am.  That drive.  That force.  That can do attitude.  That I can get it done.  But maybe, no not maybe, you must channel it.  And I guess, which I don't really understand, change my motivation.  I do know you can do this.  I know you can.  I just don't see evidence that you are and/or that it is what you are working on.  There is so much stuff in my spirit, mind and heart that comes between you and me.  Stuff that is overwhelming to me.  You are magnificent in your power.  That is part of what attracts me to you, your holiness and power.  There is none other.  The fact that no one or no being can best you, overcome you is thrilling to me.  That is why the song that says "You are God, and that's just the way it is," is so personal and powerful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is where the conflict lies.  I know that.  I know from the very depths of my being.  And also in the depths is this desire, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; drive to achieve and the thrill and high I get from the process and the achievement.  I don't understand how they both can be in concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know I like living at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RobLen&lt;/span&gt; and being able to dabble in this or that.  Not having to work if I don't want to.  Spend time reading.  Have the money to repair and improve things on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RobLen&lt;/span&gt;.  Go to lunch and have coffee with friends.  Get involved with people in teaching, guiding, or a mentoring capacity.  Spend large amounts of time in your Word and with you.  Traveling when I want to.  Give money away and help people.  I like that Father.  I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to keep it up and also work hard to achieve things.  Somewhere, somehow there has to be an answer out there and you now what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do know: As far as I can tell I have about 5 months of money left to live on and then it is gone.  What will I do?  What should I do now?  And there is the fear, the anxiety.  The fear of the end of the money and not a clue as to what to do.  And I hear your voice speaking to me, "Don't be afraid."  The fact of the matter is, I am afraid and I don't know how not to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-2849340508496303361?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2849340508496303361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2849340508496303361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2849340508496303361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-may-2-2008-dont-be-afraid.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Afraid'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-4953716233468769511</id><published>2009-08-28T22:59:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:08:26.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Tell It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;" &gt;After so many years, events, issues, pain, disappointment, frustration, anxiety, growth, ups, downs, blindness and seeing I am at a place where it is good. I can see God at work so clearly.  But to get here I had to experience all of the above at the direction of God in my life, those around me and just life experiences. Along the way I had so many doubts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;" &gt;joys, highs and lows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; so much anger and loneliness. But it was necessary and it was life. Before I share what is going on right now, I believe it is important that I have a little history telling. As most of you know I journal.  And it is in my journal that I express much of my heart and mind. That is where I need to go in order to bring you up to date and explain how I got to where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to include the most pertinent parts of my journal here that will lead you through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;labyrinths&lt;/span&gt; and complexities to where I am and then I'll tell you about today. Each chapter will have a date in which I wrote the journal entry and somewhat of a topic that pertains to that journal entry. Of course you can just wait and skip to today if you want, but it won't be nearly as much fun. "Fun," that is an odd word to use, unless of course you are a sadist. And there is a little of that in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next entry will be the first chapter and the the beginning of my story in this telling. Much happened prior to this first chapter, bringing me to where I was at that time, and it was very significant.  But I had to pick somewhere to start and it seemed to me that Friday, May 2, 2008 was a good time.  It was a time I had gone off by myself to Cumberland Falls and stayed in a cabin alone for a long weekend. It was a time, probably at one of my lowest points in my life, when nothing seemed to  be happening good.  My wife and I were so emotionally and spiritually separated, it was scary. There was intense fear and anger in both of our lives.  So I spent a long weekend alone in the woods where I just read, talked to God was completely alone and wrote. The next chapter in the Blog is where I begin telling the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-4953716233468769511?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4953716233468769511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/gotta-tell-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/4953716233468769511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/4953716233468769511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/gotta-tell-it.html' title='Gotta Tell It'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-7449350919884687880</id><published>2009-08-03T19:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:49:03.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts On A Summer Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm sitting outside on this beautiful summer evening. It is 8:00 p.m. and the sun is going down over the trees and the hills. The air is clean and just the right amount of warmth and coolness. There is very little humidity and hardly any clouds. This just makes me feel so good. I never thought I was impacted that much by the weather, although I know I always love summer. I really do hate winter. Too cold.  Too gray.  Too depressing.  Too..., oh well you get the picture.  But today and tonight it is just perfect.  I can smell the grass being cut across the road. I can see and hear the hummingbirds as they fly around the pergola and the feeder. There is one hummingbird that is really dominant. He/she will not let the others feed. It is really pretty funny to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last couple of weeks we have had a raccoon that just would not stop irritating us.  First it started with him getting into the garbage can.  Now that is nothing new, but this time he was being pretty creative and sneaky. Instead of pulling everything out of the can and getting it all over everything, he just flipped the top back, climbed inside and sat there and ate. When he was done, he climbed out, put the top down and left. While it really didn't cause me any mess or problem, I just didn't want a raccoon inside the garbage can eating the garbage. I'm not sure why that bothered me, but it did. So, I put a rather large stone on the top, thinking he couldn't lift it. WRONG! The next morning the stone was on the ground and it was obvious he had been inside. So, that night I put the same stone and a rather large and heavy brick along with it. The next morning, both of them were at the back of the garbage can and it was obvious he had opened the lid and gotten inside. Now, it was war. This little critter was not going to get the best of me. I'm a much determined being just like him. And I'm a lot smarter. So, that night I put two large bricks on the can right in the front where he would have to lift it. IT WORKED. So far he has not been able to lift the lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you would think that I had gotten the best of him. Nope. A few mornings later. I looked out the back door at the hummingbird feeder lying on the deck broken. What? What would or could have done that? We've had that feeder up for nine years and never have I seen this. Well, not knowing what happened, Lenora put more sugar water in it and we hung it up again. The next morning there it was on the deck with sugar water everywhere. This time it was broken beyond repair. So, we went to the store and bought a heavier one. The next morning there it was on the deck, but at least not broken. We were not to be deterred. We tried it one more night. Same thing. We now new we were facing our nemesis, the infamous raccoon. So, we moved the feeder in the middle of the outside beam of the pergola, so the raccoon could not climb the post to get to it. Did well for a couple of nights. Then one morning there it was on the table with sugar water all over everything. I was getting angry. So, I moved the feeder right in the center of the pergola over the table. In order for the devilish little thing to get to it, it would have to climb upside down around the edge of the pergola, go to the center upside down, then hang upside down with one leg and lift that silly thing up and take it off with a hook and then drop it. That's exactly what it did. Ok, we give. You just can't beat nature. I'm crying uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenora Googled to see if she could find a solution. She did. It was amazing how many people have the same problem with their hummingbird feeder. The only thing that works is:&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;TAKE IT DOWN AT NIGHT, BRING IT IN, AND PUT IT OUT IN THE MORNING BEFORE DAWN!! Can you believe that? I am undone. So, now the little devil cannot lift the lid on the garbage can and there is no hummingbird feeder any more. I'm just waiting to see what is next that he does to drive me crazy. Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-7449350919884687880?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7449350919884687880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts-on-summer-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/7449350919884687880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/7449350919884687880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts-on-summer-eve.html' title='Random Thoughts On A Summer Eve'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-4253690087173735762</id><published>2009-07-08T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:38:20.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Me</title><content type='html'>As I have grown older and experienced life more fully I have found that the real me is my spirit. It is the only part of me truly connected to God. It is the real world in which I live. Several years ago I was driving home from a Faces of Christ retreat I had attended and was reflecting on the final session. In that session we were told we were returning to the "real world." As I reflected I came to the conclusion that while I understand the intent of the statement, I disagreed. What we experienced at the retreat was in fact the "real world." We're just blind and don't see it that way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When one finally gets it that we are spirit and it is our spirit to which God's Spirit communicates, and it is our spirit that will live forever, and it is our spirit that is connected to God, and that God is eternal, we begin to understand that our spirit is really the only thing alive in us and the only thing that really matters.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In Thomas Merton's book, No Man Is An Island he nails it. This is what he says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I consider that the spiritual life is the life of man's real self, the life of that interior self whose flame is so often allowed to be smothered under the ashes of anxiety and futile concern. The spiritual life is oriented toward God, rather than toward the immediate satisfaction of the material needs of life, but it is not, for all that, a life of unreality or a life of dreams. On the contrary, without a life of the spirit, our whole existence becomes unsubstantial and illusory. The life of the spirit, by integrating us in the real order established by God, puts us in the fullest possible contact with reality--not as we imagine it, but as it really is. It does so by making us aware of our own real selves, and placing them in the presence of God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-4253690087173735762?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4253690087173735762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/4253690087173735762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/4253690087173735762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-me.html' title='The Real Me'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-779411175475904414</id><published>2009-06-17T23:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:26:53.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freedom Writers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I watched a movie tonight entitled "The Freeom Writers."  It is about a high school freshman class in Los Angeles made up of hoodlums and gang members from various enthnic backgrounds, and a new, raw, young teacher who was completely new to teaching. It is about how she saw in them the good and the potential and met them where they were. Was it naive, maybe. Was it unbelievable, maybe. Was it true, yes. I wept through most of it. There were many reasons. I hurt for the kids. Their eyes pierced my heart. I wanted to do the same thing. I want to help kids. I saw someone who believed in these kids and would not give up on them and wouldn't take no for an answer. It was so emotional for me. This speaks to me and helps me realize I am at a stage in my life where I can now do this. I don't want to take no for an answer from people who say I cannot. There must be a way.  I want to find it. Why would the plight of these kids touch me so, if there wasn't something on the inside of me that is passionate about this? It doesn't make sense to me. There has to be a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-779411175475904414?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/779411175475904414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom-writers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/779411175475904414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/779411175475904414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom-writers.html' title='The Freedom Writers'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-6957095798460377524</id><published>2009-06-03T07:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:06:32.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday, we put our precious little dog to sleep. She has been part of our family for sixteen years and I loved her so much. I never thought I would love a pet like I did her. As a child growing up I never had any pets and just thought all the hullabaloo over them was just silly.  But did I ever change my mind. Sixteen years ago I brought her home to Lenora. She ran into the house and jumped on Lenora's lap and started licking her on her face.  She did her little Sadie dance on her hind legs and immediately moved into our lives and hearts as our little baby girl. She was one year old when we got her, so she was seventeen when she went to sleep, a long and full life. Sadie was part Shitzu and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pekingese and had personality, plus. To be so little she had a strong will and seemed to figure out a way to get what she wanted. While at times it was irritating, it was also endearing. We've laughed at her and watched her, doted on her and gave her pretty much everything she wanted. I remember when she was young how I would cuddle her in my arms on her back and rub her belly for about 45 minutes. She didn't move. I was the only one she would let do that to her. Lenora talked to her all the time and Sadie would just look at her with those big brown eyes and I know she was thinking "blah, blah, blah Sadie food, blah, blah, blah."  She loved her Kevin. One time when Kevin came home she litterally jumped into his arms and started kissing him. But it wasn't the little, special moments that meant so much to me.  It was the daily devotion and her being just so darn sweet and cute that was so speical. The love she gave us was immeasurable and the place she had in our heart was huge. I will miss her so much and am so sad. But it was the right thing to do. She had dementia, Cushing's disease and not many teeth left. She slept almost all the time and was losing weight so quickly. How could you allow that to go on? To preserve her dignity and not let her suffer, it was the right thing to do. But, the hole in my heart is huge and I still get a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes when I think of her. Goodnight Sadie girl. I will always love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-6957095798460377524?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6957095798460377524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/sadie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6957095798460377524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6957095798460377524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/sadie.html' title='Sadie'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-4184623721817963690</id><published>2009-06-02T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:41:27.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan or Follower, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I was pretty down last night thinking about what is or may be facing my siblings and I.  Primarily I was thinking about my Mom.  When I awoke this morning, I started thinking again.  They were not pleasant thoughts.  For the most part they were dreary and burden laden.  But then, I remembered how God has been absolutely ripping my heart out through Kyle's sermons on Fan or Follower.  Last Sunday I broke down and wept during his sermon when he told about Elijah burning all his belongings (and they were many, since he was a wealthy man) in front of all his family, employees and the towns people.  And also how Elijah slaughtered his cattle and offered all of them up to God in sacrifice.  Kyle asked us the question, "Do you know what Elijah was telling all around him by doing this?"  He was saying demonstrating, "I'm not coming back."  It was then that I broke down and wept.  My heart was broken in praise and adoration of God.  I said to God, "I'm not coming back."  So, this morning as I lie in bed, I asked myself the question, "Am I a fan or follower of Christ?"  The answer is "I'm a follower!"  And this big smile came on my face, literally.  I realized that all of life as a follower of Christ is about letting go.  And this is the equivalent of dying to myself as Christ instructs me to do.  So, I lie in bed smiling and knowing that God is in control and will take care of all of my concerns.  There was an incredible peace that came over me.  Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-4184623721817963690?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4184623721817963690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/fan-or-follower-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/4184623721817963690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/4184623721817963690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/fan-or-follower-again.html' title='Fan or Follower, Again'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-7384635516577396684</id><published>2009-05-27T00:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:20:39.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It is 12:15 a.m. I have been reading a fictional novel entitled "The Piano Teacher" just for fun.  I read a lot and I do love a good novel/story.  I can't read non-fiction all the time and sometimes just want something fun to read.  I've enjoyed my time tonight.  I went to The Post and met my best friend and sat together.  We worshipped, sang, praised and listened to a good sermon by the leader.  When I got home it was nice just being with my wife and spending some quiet time together.  She has to work tomorrow so she went to bed at her regular time of 10:00 p.m.  But I wasn't ready yet so I came into the library to read, sip a good bourbon and smoke a cigar.  A few luxuries I enjoy occassionally.  I love where I am in life right now and hope it can stay that way.  I have the time and the flexibility to do varied things and be involved in several things.  There really isn't anything real important I want to say, just that I'm happy with where I am in life.  God has really worked me over the past couple of years and it has been painful, exhausting and frustrating.  But the result has been good.  If people would just hang in there and go with it, God always brings events and situations to a good ending for us.  Of course, by world's standards it might not be good.  But in my relationship with God and becoming the man He wants me to be, it is always good.  For that I am very, very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-7384635516577396684?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7384635516577396684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-i-feel-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/7384635516577396684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/7384635516577396684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-i-feel-right-now.html' title='How I Feel Right Now'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-831110474176140168</id><published>2009-05-03T10:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:06:50.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Derby Time in Louisville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday was Derby Day in Louisville, Kentucky.  You really can't explain what it is like unless you are here.  For two weeks this town rocks like no other time during the year.  We use to have seats at the Oaks, which is a race the day before the Derby, but this year we said we are over it and gave them up.  It's ok because we had such a great time.  Our son and his friend plus my sister and brother-in-law were here.  We selected our horses and watched the race  on the television.  Of course when the crowd sang My Old Kentucky Home, we all stood up and put our hands on our hearts and sang along.  This is the second National Anthem you know.  At the end my wife shed a tear.  Then we watched Calvin Borel just eat up the track and win on a 50-1 long shot.  How exciting.  He just hollered and shouted and laughed.  The funny thing was that my wife loves Calvin Borel and said to put $2 on him. But when she heard the odds, she said she wasn't going to lose $2 on Calvin.  And then we watched him just punch all the lights out.  She is sick that she lost a $100 for not following her heart.  Oh, well hopefully, she learned a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we watched the Derby, we had a great dinner of grilled chicken and all the trimmings, plus a family recipe's pecan pie.  We also celebrated my sister's birthday and it was fun.  Then we sat outside and talked and laughed.  It was really chilly so we put our sweaters on.  It was just a great day and we had so much fun.  I love having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-831110474176140168?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/831110474176140168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/derby-time-in-louisville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/831110474176140168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/831110474176140168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/05/derby-time-in-louisville.html' title='Derby Time in Louisville'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-8605605542736719524</id><published>2009-03-21T08:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:59:21.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buck Stops Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I wish President Obama would not get into the role of stating consistently that he "inherited" the financial mess we are in.  Yes, he does say that he is now responsible to fix the mess.  But the bottom line is not who started it, or fostered it, it is whom, when, and how it will be fixed.  That is what I want to know.  It will take time.  To blame a predecessor is immature and I have no respect for it.  It is now his job, regardless of who caused it.  It comes with the job, with the territory and he wanted it.  So, now fix it and move on.  Don't blame anyone else.  We are intelligent people.  Don't treat us like children.  What's past is past.  Be mature.  Be wise.  Be a leader.  Be a man and fix it.  That is what we will remember.  How he handles himself through this will make the difference of whether he will be trusted or not.  Don't screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-8605605542736719524?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8605605542736719524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/buck-stops-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8605605542736719524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8605605542736719524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/buck-stops-here.html' title='Buck Stops Here'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-5402601981786866888</id><published>2009-03-18T08:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:15:20.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stand Amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last week I received a call from a gentleman and was told that a dear friend of mine suggested he call me.  The gentleman is starting up a web site business and wanted to talk to me about potentially assisting him with writing.  So, yesterday morning we met and discussed his vision and expectations.  The more we talked, the more excited I became.  When we finished, I was driving to a luncheon appointment and started thinking about how God had worked and was amazed and in awe.  I just talked to God and let Him know how thankful I am and how amazed I am at His work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, as of March 28th, I left my company due to my position being eliminated.  At that time I was confused, angry, and at the same time excited and filled with anticipation of a new life.  Emotions were intense and extremely broad and conflicting.  But it seemed that no matter what I did, nothing seemed to work out the way I wanted.  I could see possibilities and it all looked good and for the most part, my motive and heart were in a good place.  But somehow for each new opportunity and positive direction, one by one they failed, were delayed, didn't pan out, whatever.  The longer this went on, the more anxious I became.  My relationship with my wife began to be strained.  Things that we had not faced before came to the surface, and things we had faced just got magnified.  We argued and were silent.  We prayed and cried and then became angry again and frustrated.  It was a very emotional time and one filled with fear and frustration and hope and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This occurred off and on for two years.  There was always this underlying angst in our lives.  We weren't stuck, because we could see that something was going on.  We just didn't know what it was.  And more importantly, we didn't know where it was headed.  At the same time, my mother-in-law was ill and this consumed my wife's emotions, thoughts and time.  Each of us, my wife and I, had issues inside of us and between us that really had to be dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I began to see direction formulating and taking root.  I began to realize that I wanted to write.  I wanted to tell God's story and use my life as a framework to do so.  Where did that come from?  My son and my best friend affirmed me and actually gave me the genesis by suggestion.  I began to realize that I did not want to work in a company any more.  That was scary, because it is all I had known and with all the benefits and regular pay check was, I guess, as secure as it could be.  We had set money aside to start a business and that business, in the format we were doing it, turned out to be something we hated. And the money we set aside to live on and start our business was going to run out as of a certain date.  I had no other prospect for any income.  But all along the way, little by little, sometimes very, very vague and veiled, I would see God working in our lives.  One of the amazing things is that it was in ways we just did not see coming and through events and issues we didn't have any idea would have such an impact.  Needless to say it was a roller coaster life for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more, but that is another "book."  And now the amazing part of this chapter.  I thought that the only hope I had was to start the business up again, but this time do it very different and with a completely different paradigm.  That still is what I am working to do.  But then one day I received an email from a friend I really hadn't talked to for some time.  He said he was working with an organization as an advisor/strategist to diversify and become more profitable.  They wanted to go into the health care industry and he said he believed I could help them and they could help me.  Where did that come from?  I had spent 28 years in the health insurance industry and that would be great for them to draw on.  Out of the blue this came, from someone I had not really talked to for quite some time!  I did not see this coming at all.  So, after some business and very personal conversations with the owner and my friend, we are now on a path of me assisting them, having an office to go to and get out of my home office, potentially making enough money on a part time basis to cover my personal expenses and have fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal business "restart" is still out there, but not as much in the forefront as each day passes.  It is getting further and further less important, at least for the immediate.  Besides there are start-up costs involved and the longer I can delay the more cost effective it is.  And now back to the beginning of this writing.  Out of the blue comes this telephone call from the gentleman who wants my assistance to write for his new business.  What?  Again, where did this come from?  So, what I have now is a retaining of my services for the new health care market company, writing for this new web site company to encourage people with biblical inspirational thoughts and paragraphs, and the "restarting" of my business.  And all three of them providing an income immediate and long term.  Two of them completely out of the blue, no thought at all as to doing them on my part and from areas I did not even knew existed.  God, you are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have begun to realize so strongly, is that God was much more interested over the past two years in changing me, and my wife.  He was much more interested in my character, breaking strongholds I had that kept me in bondage, getting me to trust Him, which is one of the most difficult things for me to do in my life (trusting any one that is), and Him freeing me to be the man He wants me to be.  That was His goal over the past two years.  And along the way, He used me, my struggles, victories, etc. to help others as I shared my life with them.  God, you are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you how vulnerable we can be.  This morning I realized I had this nagging thought in the back of my mind that just wouldn't go away and it was troubling.  I began questioning.  Can I really do this writing in the way that is necessary and the format required?  Can I really do this?  And also, do I want to do this?  It doesn't coincide with my "designed" plans and the way I had laid out.  I began to talk to God about it and realized two things were going on here.  1) My own insecurities.  Satan was taking advantage of my insecurities and using them against me, robbing me of my joy and taking my mind off of God.  Of course I can do this.  So, I asked God to get that devil away from me and give me the strength to face my weakness and drive it and take it to Satan.  I am not afraid with God's leading the way.  2) My control.  This is not the way I planned.  This is not the format I had in mind.  I wanted to write short stories and books, not paragraphs and thoughts for the day.  Oh God, forgive me.  You laid this in my lap.  You, obviously, want me to take this direction.  But my "lack of control" for the way I wanted is getting in the way. I trust you.  You are in control.  Step back Robert and get out of the way, and just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God.  And I stand amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-5402601981786866888?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5402601981786866888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-stand-amazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/5402601981786866888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/5402601981786866888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-stand-amazed.html' title='I Stand Amazed'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-2462360723302500901</id><published>2009-03-17T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:12:58.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Something Just for God</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your Spirit guides me into and through this life, opening my mind to Your ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is so very hard, but I believe it is key to a full, unselfish, pleasing-You life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The reality is I don’t really have to figure it all out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just have to choose to trust You completely, have pure faith in You and Choose to live Your way and it will occur.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each day, each moment of my life, over time, I will be lifted up and changed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it is a moment by moment decision-making process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Strength will only come and build as I live my life day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A life-long process built on moment by moment choices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’ve made it clear how hard it can be, but also how to do it, how You will give me all I need, and how You will help me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes that means seasons of difficulty and pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The specific event in Haggai was the rebuilding of the Temple after 70 years of exile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we can also use it as a metaphor for our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to think in terms of anything we are doing or need to do in our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things that will please You Father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things we work on in life emotionally, physically, socially, familially and spiritually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then apply Your Word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You say to the people of Israel through Haggai:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;They say this isn’t the right time to rebuild my temple.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Time” the great dictator, the great thief of joy and progress and growth, the one thing man can never create enough of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way we judge Your responses to us Father.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way we structure all our lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sand that slips through our fingers never to be recovered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The event we wait for and build life systems around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dimension in which we live and is the antithesis of Yours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It can break us or be for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You go on to tell the Israelites:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Do it just for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honor me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’ve had great ambitions for yourselves, but nothing has come of it.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, Father!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have I ever done anything just for You?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not do it with thoughts of how I fit in or how I will be impacted?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just do it in pure trust and faith, because You said to, which makes it the right thing, with no fear?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is always about me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somehow, some way I will be in there some place!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then You talk about how You got the Israelites attention:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Because you’ve run around, caught up with taking care of your own houses, my Home is in ruins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because of your stinginess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so I’ve given you a dry summer and a skimpy crop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve matched your tight-fisted stinginess by decreeing a season of drought, drying up field and hills, withering gardens and orchards, stunting vegetables and fruit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing—not man or woman, not animal or crop—is going to thrive.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That should have gotten their attention and get mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many dry seasons in my life will it take to get through to me that You love me and will never do anything that will ultimately harm me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The last phrase tells me I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; “thrive” by choosing Your way and living in Your dimension, regardless of what my human mind tells me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On this earth, in this world, in my community and society, life, my life ,will thrive the way You want it to, not the way I want, plan or others think it should.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I will have peace and joy and be fulfilled in Your dimension, the eternal. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The end of Haggai says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;I am about to shake up everything, to turn everything upside down and start over from top to bottom—overthrow governments, destroy foreign powers, dismantle the world of weapons and armaments, throw armies into confusion, so that they end up killing one another.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What unbelievable comfort I receive, knowing You Father are in complete control of every major issue on earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You alone are in control.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But while the major issues of the world are being addressed, that is not where I live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I live in the minor issues of one insignificant man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the minor, insignificant issues of the world are major issues in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those issues, my issues, You care about deeply and greatly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am comforted in that in all the chaos and upheaval and tenuousness of this world, I can be steadfast and confident of who I am and how much You love me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that love is all I need.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are there at my choosing to let go of life on earth, with all its minute choices each moment, and reach out and choose Your way and connect to You through and by the power of Your Spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every person who is Your child &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; live with the knowledge that:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;I will take you…as my personal servant and I will set you as a signet ring, the sign of my sovereign presence and authority.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve looked over the field and chosen you for this work.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You Father, creator and ruler of the universe choose me for Your work.  You prepare me through seasons of life, and I must trust You completely in pure faith, and live with an eternal perspective, without time applied to the daily, moment by moment events of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-2462360723302500901?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2462360723302500901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-something-just-for-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2462360723302500901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2462360723302500901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-something-just-for-god.html' title='Doing Something Just for God'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-3727727246334929594</id><published>2009-03-13T06:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:06:22.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coming Evangelical Collapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This link [&lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/2009/0310/p09s01-coop.htm"&gt;http://www.csmonitor.com/2009/0310/p09s01-coop.htm&lt;/a&gt;] is to a good article about where the author thinks the evangelical church is headed today.  Below are my comments about the article and also where my head is at the present time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this gentleman is "right on" most of the time.  As he said, all he proposes will not be correct, but the general pervasive thrust is correct, at least I believe so.  What can we as Christians do?  Well, first we must be sure that we do not get caught up into just what the western organized "church" says we are to believe, profess and how to act.  By that I don't mean we are not to listen.  I do mean we are to individually judge that what is being taught and the direction being professed is truly in line with what Christ and the apostles laid out in God's Word.  The responsibility is mine and mine alone, not for someone to do for me.  Second, we must get our heads out of all this Bible study and start exercising what we know, always evaluate and assess and go back to the Bible and study some more, but then get back out and exercise.  Our faith and beliefs are always growing, stretching and being legitimately challenged.  We must listen and exercise.  Third, we must completely disassociate ourselves from this quasi-cultural, political movement that has taken over our churches and Christians.  God is not a conservative or a liberal, a Republican or a Democrat.  He is God!  He is only on His side and not on any one organization or movement.  Satan has been successful in getting Christians' eyes and hearts off of God and the death and resurrection of Christ and onto whether abortion, homosexuality, same sex marriage and the like are accepted or rebuffed.  Tough call, but Satan knows these things will not save people.  And he is much more interested in this. We must consistently and honestly examine our hearts and know that we are firmly on sound footing with Jesus Christ and the power of the Holy Spirit to save and then change lives.  Then profess this in our lives and in every way possible.  That must be our motivator, not the issues of the day.  I am reminded of something Bob Russell said in one of his sermons.  (I paraphrase) "The battle over abortion will not be won or lost in the courts or in Washington or state capitals.  It will be won or lost each morning when each person looks at themselves in the mirror."  That is true for absolutely every issue we face in this world.  I'm done now.  Do you get the impression I'm passionate about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-3727727246334929594?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3727727246334929594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-evangelical-collapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3727727246334929594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/3727727246334929594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-evangelical-collapse.html' title='The Coming Evangelical Collapse'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-2696716018549919030</id><published>2009-03-10T23:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:10:35.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lenora and I went to the Easter Passion tonight at Southeast.  We volunteered to assist with those who had visual impairment.  The disabilities ministry had prepared an electronic audio explanation of what was happening on stage so those with visual impairment could follow the story more easily.  Lenora and I assisted a man and woman and then sat with them to help any way we could.  It was disappointing because the audio assistance did not work.  I felt bad for them, but there was nothing we could do.  The man and woman we assisted were very gracious and showed us what a true spirit of graciousness was.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;They said, at least the church is trying.  I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The real issue I wanted to talk about was the production itself.  I was very disappointed.  It just doesn't work for me.  It seems that the passion and the caring about what is going on has been exorcised from the production.  The first half was just a series of vignettes having no connection.  It was benign and lacked any cohesiveness.  The second half got better because it was connected and had something that someone could care about.  Somehow, in the effort to make the production more personal and intimate and less show and pageantry the heart was cut out of it.  I truly was an observer and not a participant. The seen with the woman at the well was cold and flat.  This wasn't necessarily a fault of the production, or it might be.   Last year it was was a highlight for me.  The woman who portrayed the character last year was amazing.  I truly was mesmerized and invited into her world.  Tonight, it was a performance and they were truly stock characters.  Last year the engagement between Jesus and this woman was visually and emotionally stunning.  This year, I didn't even know he was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Greg kept telling everyone during weekend services and also in The Outlook about the new closing number.  Well, it just didn't develop.  It was flat and didn't go anywhere.  All the music seemed tepid and more "pop" than passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, for me this "passion" was passionless. I'm not sure what they are going to do, but in my opinion, if there isn't significant rework, I fear the production will die a slow death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-2696716018549919030?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2696716018549919030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2696716018549919030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2696716018549919030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-passion.html' title='Easter Passion'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-6132750113566579649</id><published>2009-03-09T11:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:17:08.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible and the Government</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I read a very interesting chapter in Genesis this morning. It was chapter 47 from The Message. In this time of change in our government, i.e. another party now in the majority, potentially bigger government, tax changes, economic debacle, etc., I couldn’t help but look at what Joseph did and ponder. You apply your own perspectives, insights and perceptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Jacob and all his family, plus his sons and their families, went to Egypt to be taken care of by Joseph due to the devastating famine that engulfed everyone in the region. When they arrived, Joseph instructed them on what to say to Pharaoh when or if they came in contact with him. Joseph said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"…he’ll let you stay apart in the area of Goshen—for Egyptians look down on anyone who is a shepherd."  (verse 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Joseph was actively orchestrating all of this, even with Pharaoh. They did in fact meet Pharaoh, because Joseph invited Jacob and also five of his brothers into his presence. Pharaoh told Joseph and his brothers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Settle your father and brothers on the choicest land—yes, give them Goshen. And if you know any among them that are especially good at their work, put them in charge of my own livestock." (verse 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; So here they are, this nomad family obviously very talented in gaining wealth, being established in the most fertile region of Egypt with Pharaoh’s blessing and being looked after by the second in command of all Egypt. They won’t be bothered by the Egyptians, because they are shepherds and Egyptians are prejudiced against shepherds. So, in a respect I guess they lived in their own ghetto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; That gives you the context, but starting in verse 13 is really what drew my attention. It demonstrates Joseph’s astounding ability as a businessman and a government leader. Look at what he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The time eventually came when there was no food anywhere. The famine was very bad. Egypt and Canaan alike were devastated by the famine. Joseph collected all the money that was to be found in Egypt and Canaan to pay for the distribution of food. He banked the money in Pharaoh’s palace. When the money from Egypt and Canaan had run out, the Egyptians came to Joseph. 'Food! Give us food! Are you going to watch us die right in front of you? The money is all gone.'” (verses 13-15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; You’re darn right, it’s all gone! Joseph has it all in Pharaoh’s palace. I can look at this and say, wow he sure was thinking ahead and making sure he had the means to provide for the people when the time came. And I think that is exactly what he was thinking, but there were definitely residual benefits for Pharaoh and for Joseph occurring at the same time. So, look at Joseph’s response to the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"'Bring your livestock. I’ll trade you food for livestock, since your money’s run out.' So they brought Joseph their livestock. He traded them food for their horses, sheep, cattle, and donkeys. He got them through that year in exchange for all their livestock." (verses 16-17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; OK, so now not only does Joseph and Pharaoh have all the people’s money, they now also have all their livestock. True, “He got them through that year.” The government was taking care of them, but at what price? You can say that it was worth it all, because they would have all died otherwise. True, but don’t forget the residuals for Pharaoh and Joseph. It gets much more intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When that year was over, the next year rolled around and they were back, saying, 'Master, It’s no secret to you that we’re broke: our money’s gone and we’ve traded you all our livestock. We’ve nothing left to barter with but our bodies and our farms. What use are our bodies and our land if we stand here and starve to death right in front of you? Trade us food for our bodies and our land. We’ll be slaves to Pharaoh and give up our land—all we ask is seed for survival, just enough to live on and keep the farms alive.'” (verses 18-19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Why would they do this? Why would they give up everything, their money, their homes, their means of making a living, their integrity? “Fear!” Fear of dying and an uncertain, potentially devastating future are incredible motivators. You could make a great case here that Joseph and Pharaoh are profiting and taking advantage of the downtrodden and the helpless, even though the people are being taken care of, but at what cost? Someone’s losing and someone’s gaining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So Joseph bought up all the farms in Egypt for Pharaoh. Every Egyptian sold his land—the famine was that bad. That’s how Pharaoh ended up owning all the land and the people ended up slaves; Joseph reduced the people to slavery from one end of Egypt to the other." (verses 20-21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Could this be? Isn’t Joseph the man we are suppose to admire and take lessons from? Isn’t he the one we look to as at least one model in the Old Testament? Wasn’t he used by God to achieve His purposes? Notice that the wording says “Every Egyptian sold his land.” I wonder if by saying Egyptian if this did not include Joseph’s family in Goshen? Hmmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Joseph then announced to the people: 'Here’s how things stand: I’ve bought you and your land for Pharaoh. In exchange I’m giving you seed so you can plant the ground. When the crops are harvested, you must give a fifth to Pharaoh and keep four-fifths for yourselves, for seed for yourselves and your families—you’re going to be able to feed your children!'” (verses 23-24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; So now, not only does Pharaoh own everything and everyone in the country, the people are being levied a tax by Joseph on top of that. I wonder if the people are by this point thinking, this is a good deal. A fifth is not so much. We can keep four-fifths and we’ll be able to feed ourselves and our children. I wonder if they forgot that they own nothing and Pharaoh owns them and everything they used to have. Well look at their response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They said, 'You’ve saved our lives!  Master, we’re grateful and glad to be slaves to Pharaoh.'” (verse 25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; That’s true, Joseph did save their lives, but at a tremendous cost. Was it worth it? The Bible goes on to now switch to Jacob and his family. It says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And so Israel settled down in Egypt in the region of Goshen.  They acquired property and flourished." (verse 27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Doesn’t sound like there was much “flourishing” going on around them. I just wonder if all the “taking care of” by Joseph we just read about and the price the “Egyptians” had to pay for it affected the Israelites as well. Don’t really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Well, I thought this was really interesting and applied directly to where we are today in our country, our government, our leaders. Don’t forget for a second, God was in control then and He did in fact use Joseph in a great way to accomplish His purposes then and for eternity. I just wonder what God’s purposes are now. He is still in control today. And He will use whomever He chooses. Just think about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-6132750113566579649?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6132750113566579649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/bible-and-government.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6132750113566579649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/6132750113566579649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/bible-and-government.html' title='Bible and the Government'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-8368806483867273237</id><published>2009-03-09T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:19:23.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go All Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I sit and listen to sermons or people espouse about how those who are successful and spent all their energy, resources, brain trust and time achieving their goals and feeling they are not fulfilled and how they are empty and this did not get them what they want.  And that we need balance in our lives.  Well OK!  But you know, I don't like balance.  I admire those people who know what they want and go after it.  They don't let other people, what they think about them, lack of resources, etc. hold them back.  They go all out.  Most of the time I am frustrated due to "whatever" holding me back.  Many times it is myself.  And that is worse.  But not all the time.  There are many external powers that impose their will and way on me.  And I hate that.  I so much of the time want to "break out" and just go full tilt to accomplish what I want.  These are not bad things.  And the consideration that "what does God want" often times just gets in the way.  I think that unless I am going after something that is obviously wrong and I'm doing solely for selfish purposes, then God will just take what I am doing and what I accomplish and use it.  I get so caught up in, where is this going?  Can God use this?  What is my motive?  Am I in the "will of God?"  that it is absolutely paralyzing.  So, I think that Satan really uses this to prohibit us from doing things and we become ineffective to God.  Who cares what others think or are the stars aligned and is everyone in agreement, etc.?  Just Do It!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-8368806483867273237?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8368806483867273237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-all-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8368806483867273237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/8368806483867273237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-all-out.html' title='Go All Out'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-2186769343339261763</id><published>2009-03-07T13:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:22:07.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So what is a "Philosopher?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="ResultBody"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I found these definitions and they really do apply to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody who seeks to understand and explain the principles of existence and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even with a firm and unquestioning belief in one God who created the universe and all that is in it, I still want to know more about our existence and what is real.  Determining what is real is a life long puzzle.  I firmly believe there is a spirit world of which we are almost completely ignorant.  This spirit world is what I believe is true reality, not this human world in which we live.  Because, this human world is going to go away one day and the spirit world is eternal.  Now wouldn't that be more reality than something that is completely temporary?  So, I want to know more about this spirit world in which I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ResultBody"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A thinker who deeply and seriously considers human affairs and life in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a mystery.  Interactions between human beings is difficult at best and frustrating in the least.  If it weren't complex and difficult, then God wouldn't have taken so many books and letters of thousands of pages and thousands of years to explain to us how it works in relation to Him and other humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ResultBody"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody who calmly and rationally reacts to events, especially adversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ResultBody"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That is me 99% of the time.  I say 99% because there are some people and in some situations where my reaction would be interpreted as being uncalm and unrational.  And I hate those times.  Adversity is just something that comes with life.  Get over it.  We can learn from it.  We can grow from it.  It can mature us and give us wisdom.  Not going with it can also destroy our inner peace, our lives and our relationships.  I like what Clancy said last night in the movie.  If you aren't afraid of death and don't have to worry about it, then why would you worry about anything?  Good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody who believes in a particular philosophy and thinks and acts accordingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know I have particular philosophies and think and act accordingly.  But, you know they are always transforming.  So while they do form my basis, especially my belief in one God and creator of everything and His coming to earth in the form of the man Jesus, dying and being resurrected so I can have eternal life with Him, even most things around this seem to be in a state of transformation.  Once I think I have a handle on something, I get blown away by events, circumstances, etc. and I start again.  It never gets boring.  That is for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-2186769343339261763?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2186769343339261763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-what-is-philosopher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2186769343339261763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/2186769343339261763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-what-is-philosopher.html' title='So what is a &quot;Philosopher?&quot;'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775041938132679545.post-5012242617913528910</id><published>2009-03-07T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:23:52.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Clancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last night my wife and I went with our son and daughter-in-law to see the opening night of Clancy.  It is a movie with a Christian theme.  Our daughter-in-law had a small role and actually got killed in the movie.  They did show her face so we knew it was her.  Also, my brother was in it, so that was exciting.  The movie was better than most Christian themed movies and I was glad to see that.  Most movies that are produced with a Christian theme are pretty juvenile and just bad.  The acting is bad.  The production values are bad.  The writing is bad.  Get the picture?  But, except for just a few instances, this movie was well done.  It was shot mostly in Louisville, where I live, so while fun, that was a little disconcerting.  I feel the same disappointment with a lot of contemporary Christian music.  It has gotten so much better, but still most of it is like bubble-gum music.  Why can't we Christians demonstrate the artistic excellence and the intellect we have?  Instead, most of the time it is embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775041938132679545-5012242617913528910?l=philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5012242617913528910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-clancy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/5012242617913528910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775041938132679545/posts/default/5012242617913528910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosopherwanabe.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-clancy.html' title='Movie Clancy'/><author><name>Robert Louis Ott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01266629001532998989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2nEw3G0AGA/SbKDT-kD_lI/AAAAAAAAABU/jlyrpTAi2Ao/S220/Facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
