<?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-655535425469770503</id><updated>2011-11-10T23:18:32.707-08:00</updated><category term='tile'/><category term='gold medal'/><category term='Joshua'/><category term='Allstate'/><category term='weed'/><category term='softball'/><category term='Back to School'/><category term='Usain Bolt'/><category term='beach'/><category term='world records'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='solid rock'/><category term='grandkids'/><category term='death'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='change'/><category term='Idaho'/><category term='new'/><category term='NY Mets'/><category term='post season'/><category term='Nastia Liukin'/><category term='Winnie the Pooh'/><category term='stock market'/><category term='hope'/><category term='Job'/><category term='cracks'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='Las Vegas'/><category term='frozen'/><category term='Language'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='Ethan'/><category term='desert'/><category term='Palm Springs'/><category term='unforgiveness'/><category term='History'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='trust God'/><category term='Milwaukee Brewers'/><category term='Taylor'/><category term='imitation'/><category term='guideline'/><category term='Grace'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='rejoicing'/><category term='Father'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Goliath'/><category term='Spirit'/><category term='weeping'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='California'/><category term='son'/><category term='economy'/><category term='parable'/><category term='Parable of the Sower'/><category term='giving'/><category term='MVP'/><category term='who'/><category term='Art'/><category term='river'/><category term='heart'/><category term='1 Corinthians 2:9'/><category term='move'/><category term='matthew 7'/><category term='bitterness'/><category term='flood'/><category term='cold'/><category term='Shawna'/><category term='Roof'/><category term='house'/><category term='choices'/><category term='Influence'/><category term='Paul'/><category term='integrity'/><category term='Changing Lives'/><category term='Cat'/><category term='Labor Day'/><category term='Gymnastics'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='good hands'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='City'/><category term='money'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Enjoying the Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-2250852711573074959</id><published>2011-11-10T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:10:09.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Failure of Moral Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Arial";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }a:link, span.MsoHyperlink { color: blue; text-decoration: underline; }a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed { color: purple; text-decoration: underline; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“What we have here is a failure of moral leadership.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I heard this term used this week to describe the failings of leadership at Penn State University to properly deal with allegations of, not only inappropriate, but criminal sexual behavior of one of the coaches going back more than a decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In the Penn State case, the failure of moral leadership falls on the graduate assistant who witnessed the molestation of a young boy in the university locker room and failed to immediately stop it. Yes, sometimes a moral stand means you’re going to get in the middle of something messy and inconvenient, . . . but it’s the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The failure of moral leadership comes when the Head Coach and other university officials failed to ‘do the right thing’. . . to protect innocent children by stopping potential ongoing abuse, and to investigate fully the incidents reported to find the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Penn State is not the only institution with a failure of moral leadership. Sadly, it is a symptom of dysfunction in too many of our churches. How often we accept unacceptable behavior, look the other way or do nothing, hoping sinful behavior will go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Every Christian is called to moral leadership, not just pastors or church leaders. We each are to hold up the standards of Christ in every area of our own lives and are called to hold other believers accountable to His standard as well. (read 1 Cor. 5, James 5:19-20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When there is moral leadership among Christians, then there is there is the opportunity for repentance and restoration. When nothing is said or done, our inaction becomes silent assent, and sin is left unchecked … allowed to grow and multiply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So what does moral leadership look like in our day-to-day lives? It has a place whether we are in the marketplace or among believing Christians. Your approach or response may be different, but you can lead morally, whatever the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When you’re in a group and someone starts to gossip, moral leadership says (out loud), “Please excuse me. I want no part of this. This is gossip and it is wrong.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When someone shows disrespect for a leader, government authority or pastor, moral leadership stands up and says, “We need to honor and pray for those in authority over us.” (I’m sure we’ll all have a lot of opportunities to use this one during this election year.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When someone makes an inappropriate sexual comment or innuendo, moral leadership says, “That’s inappropriate and demeaning to women. I don’t think you’d want someone to talk that way about your wife/sister/mom, would you?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If they’re a believer, one response might be, “What you just said really concerns me, first of all because of the standard of holiness and sexual purity that is taught by Jesus and all through the scriptures. But also, Jesus said that out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks. So, as your brother in Christ, I’m concerned with what is in your heart if you would speak with those sexual overtones.” &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When you’re in a group of guys and someone tells an off-color joke, moral leadership says, “I’m really surprised that you said that, because God’s Word says to let no corrupt or unclean word come out of your mouth. I know you profess to be a Christian and that concerns me. Can we talk about that?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I believe the key is, not to wait and talk to the person in private when they have said or done something publicly. Instead, immediately, in front of everyone who heard the comment or saw the wrong action, moral leadership speaks up for everyone to hear. When you’re in a group setting and respond in such a way, you are not just giving moral leadership to the one who was speaking inappropriately, but to the whole group. You are also setting a standard that anyone else who engages in unacceptable behavior will be corrected publically as well.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I repeat: When nothing is said or done, our inaction becomes silent assent, and sin is left unchecked … allowing it to grow and multiply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moral leadership holds people accountable.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Moral leadership stands up and calls out sinful and/or inappropriate behavior in such a way to offer accountability and reconciliation. Those we lovingly confront may respond in a number of ways: anger, hurt, hostility, ridicule or repentance. Regardless, we still have a moral responsibility to do the right thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When you hear a professing Christian use filthy language in an explosion of anger, moral leadership says, “I’m concerned about your Christian witness. We are called to be followers and imitators of Jesus. There are certain words Jesus would not say, and you have just said them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When someone makes a racial slur or tells a demeaning joke against another ethnicity, moral leadership stands up and asks, “How do you think Jesus feels about the (insert ethnicity here)? He died for them, showing that each of their lives are of great worth to Him. But, your joke implies that they are less valuable because of their skin color or bloodline. I don’t think that’s really how you feel, it is?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I’ll admit, I’ve had my own failings when it comes to moral leadership. I still wonder if I had confronted a Christian brother many years ago when he made an inappropriate comment, if I could have spared him, his family and many others a lot of suffering and shame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moral leadership is uncomfortable. It may cost you some friendships, but it’s the right thing to do, and it’s time we raised the bar to the standard Jesus set. Jesus challenged racism, immorality and greed. He spoke up to defend the poor and weak. He was not silent in the face of hypocrisy or arrogance. We must boldly, and humbly do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If the followers of Jesus are not going to take responsibility for moral leadership, then who will? It starts with us, … in our circle of friends and family, … in our church, and among our Christian friends. So, step up Christians. No compromise. Be the moral leaders in our families, churches and community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Here’s the flipside of the coin. None of us are immune to a lapse of judgment or getting caught up in a situation to the point that we let things come out of our mouths that should not. So, WE must be genuinely open to letting someone use the Word of God to correct our moral compass if it gets off track. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We should welcome the loving accountability of brothers and sisters in Christ, and then be quick to repent of our own moral failings in speech, attitude and action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;May God help us to be bold, humble, loving, righteous and accountable to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Imitate God, therefore, in everything you do, because you are his dear children. &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; Live a life filled with love, following the example of Christ. He loved us and offered himself as a sacrifice for us, a pleasing aroma to God.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Eph. 5:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But those who obey God’s word truly show how completely they love him. That is how we know we are living in him. &lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; Those who say they live in God should live their lives as Jesus did. 1 John 2:5-6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It isn’t my responsibility to judge outsiders, but it certainly is your responsibility to judge those inside the church who are sinning. 1 Cor. 5:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Brothers and sisters, if someone is caught in a sin, you who live by the Spirit should restore that person gently. But watch yourselves, or you also may be tempted. Gal. 6:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-2250852711573074959?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/2250852711573074959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=2250852711573074959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2250852711573074959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2250852711573074959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2011/11/failure-of-moral-leadership.html' title='A Failure of Moral Leadership'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-5684463010096139236</id><published>2010-06-03T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:09:08.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/TAgZbrv7heI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ykSBI_2e7r4/s1600/Zane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/TAgZbrv7heI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ykSBI_2e7r4/s320/Zane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our youngest daughter (Shawna) and son-in-law (Phil) became parents for the first time last week. Little Zane Asher Banning came into this world very early Monday morning, May 24, 2010. At that moment, everything changed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priorities changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sleep patterns and amounts changed. &lt;br /&gt;Diapers changed. (I couldn’t resist) &lt;br /&gt;Family budget? Changed. &lt;br /&gt;Future? Changed. &lt;br /&gt;Perspective? Changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who are parents know that these are monumental changes in the life of a young couple who, to this point, have been living life with 'just the two of us.' I also remembered something in me that changed when our children were born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a far greater understanding of the ‘Father Heart’ of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood the Scriptures that say … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I called Phil last week and asked if he had felt the same impact from Zane’s birth that I had from Sheena and Shawna’s. He had. I know in the years to come there will be some tantrums, disobedience, family conflict, and even words spoken and actions taken that hurt and wound the heart. That’s part of being a parent. But nothing Zane will say or do can cause Phil or Shawna to stop loving him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, their love will cause them to press in, to pray, and to persevere for Zane. Their love will cause them to take whatever steps needed, no matter how drastic to protect, nourish and give Zane the best chance for a full, fruitful and God-honoring life…even if it means giving their own life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves you even more than that. He proved it. While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Nothing can separate us from His love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;In the words of the modern hymn, In Christ Alone, “No power of hell, no scheme of man, can ever pluck me from His hand.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That’s the power of a father’s love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pastor David &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/655535425469770503-5684463010096139236?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/5684463010096139236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=5684463010096139236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/5684463010096139236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/5684463010096139236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-youngest-daughter-shawna-and-son-in.html' title='A Father&apos;s Love'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/TAgZbrv7heI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ykSBI_2e7r4/s72-c/Zane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-5302543222297934320</id><published>2010-05-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:12:33.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;I had a terrible round of golf and lost six golf balls. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;But, on one par three, I hit it one inch from the pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;The stock market hit a new high in the last few years, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;Then promptly plummeted almost 700 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;Our youngest daughter, Shawna is two weeks from delivering her first baby.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;One of our best friends found out he has cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;Such is life . . . a series of victories and defeats, joys and disappointments, tragedies and triumphs. Where is God in the low points? Where He always is, with us. Remember the disciples in the storm asked Jesus, “Don’t You care that we are perishing?” Jesus response was not to the disciples, but to the storm. “Peace, be still”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;We would do well to remember that the same Jesus that was in the boat with the disciples is with us through our storms. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;“… I am with you always…” Matt. 28:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;“Never will I leave you, never will I forsake you.” Heb. 13:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.” Heb. 13:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;King David knew about the highs and lows of life. Anointed king, running for his life, victories, sin, tragedy, rebellion in his family. He understood and wrote from experience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt; Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil, for you are with me;&lt;br /&gt;your rod and your staff, they comfort me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt; You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt; Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,&lt;br /&gt;and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Psalm 23:4-6 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;So whether you’re surrounded by enemies, in the middle of a storm (family, financial or otherwise), or even in the valley of the shadow of death, remember the Lord is with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;He knows.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;He cares.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;He loves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;He can, and &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;He is with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;No circumstance will change those facts. He may deliver you out of the valley, or walk with you through it. In the words of a song, sometimes He calms the storm and other times He calms His child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9pt;"  &gt;David&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/655535425469770503-5302543222297934320?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/5302543222297934320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=5302543222297934320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/5302543222297934320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/5302543222297934320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2010/05/highs-and-lows.html' title='Highs and Lows'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-1021446175937449628</id><published>2009-12-10T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:15:37.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connection Interruption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don’t know if you’ve experienced it before, that helpless, hopelessly frustrating feeling when you receive the message...Internet Connection not found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an Internet issue at the office recently where we could not connect to the Internet or with each other through our office network. It is times like these that we realize how much we depend on our connectivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no access to online Bibles or research. I couldn’t ‘Google’ anything. Files that I’m used to sharing or having instant access from our office server were unavailable. What could I do? Not much. I might as well go golfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of how important it is to stay connected to Christ, and to one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There is great value in the relationships we develop with others in the body of Christ…those who can encourage, challenge, rebuke, comfort and otherwise ‘sharpen’ us. Ultimately, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jesus is the Vine, we are the branches. If we don’t stay connected to Him, every one of us will wither and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you have a hard time connecting to your ‘facebook’ page or can’t get online to check the weather, remember that it’s crucial to stay connected to Jesus. If that connection is broken, you really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. 6If anyone does not remain in me, he is like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. John 15:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&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/655535425469770503-1021446175937449628?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/1021446175937449628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=1021446175937449628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1021446175937449628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1021446175937449628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/12/connection-interruption.html' title='Connection Interruption'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-2492977833058227482</id><published>2009-12-04T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:14:11.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitterness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unforgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goliath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parable of the Sower'/><title type='text'>A Weed Named Goliath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/Sxm8wGD3EyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QHEjzdVIOsw/s1600-h/IMG_0128%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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We’ve done a LOT of work updating the inside and out over the last 5 years. It’s almost an entirely new house. (Anybody want to buy a house?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, during the process of cleaning up and sprucing up the outside of the house, I came across a weed. It was toward the side of the yard behind some bushes and out of the normal traffic area in the back yard. Now, obviously I didn’t know this thorny weed was there…for a very long time. It had continued to grow, undisturbed and unchecked for, who-knows-how-long. It was over five feet tall! I named it Goliath…just before I killed it. You might say it’s my own ‘David and Goliath’ story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In our spiritual lives, we need to be aware of weeds. They can grow up and choke out the spiritual growth and fruitfulness of the Word of God in our lives. Jesus said so in the Parable of the Sower. What about those weeds that might be off the beaten path and out of our normal line of sight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That might be why the first David prayed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Search me, O God, and know my heart;&lt;br /&gt;      Try me, and know my anxieties;&lt;br /&gt;And see if there is any wicked way in me,&lt;br /&gt;      And lead me in the way everlasting. Psalm 139:23-34 NKJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve pulled weeds enough in my day to know that you have to pull them up by the root. You can’t just break off the top. If you don’t get to the hidden, underground root system, your garden may look good for awhile, but underneath the weeds are still growing, and sapping the strength out of the plants you want to flourish. Soon, everybody will be able to see the weeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of these weeds might be bitterness, unforgiveness, prejudice, anger, resentment, laziness and so many more. You’d be surprised how quickly weeds can overtake a garden if you don’t pay attention to them constantly. Ask God to show you your hidden weeds today…and get your spade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoying the journey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David&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/655535425469770503-2492977833058227482?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/2492977833058227482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=2492977833058227482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2492977833058227482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2492977833058227482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/12/goliath-weed.html' title='A Weed Named Goliath'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/Sxm8wGD3EyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QHEjzdVIOsw/s72-c/IMG_0128%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-3901832879692780182</id><published>2009-11-17T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:40:30.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Way Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sitting in my first of four airports today on my way home from vacation. When you use a frequent flyer ticket, the airlines put you on any airplane with an open seat that will get you…eventually…to your desired location. We started early this morning leaving from Las Vegas headed back home to Milwaukee. Our first stop is Los Angeles. Any 'D' student of geography knows that LA is in the opposite direction that we want to travel. But, there's more than one way to skin a cat. After LA, we'll stop in St. Louis before finally arriving in Milwaukee about 10:00 PM tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This got me thinking about our spiritual journey. Yes, I do that a lot. We know from geometry class that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. But we can't always take that route, nor would it always be the best route for us. For instance, God led the Israelites the long way around when they left Egypt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then it came to pass, when Pharaoh had let the people go, that God did not lead them by way of the land of the Philistines, although that was near; for God said, "Lest perhaps the people change their minds when they see war, and return to Egypt." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So God led the people around by way of the wilderness of the Red Sea. Ex. 13:17-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God knows what we need, what we fear, and what will cause us to lose faith, or increase our faith. Many times it is the journey itself that strengthens us and prepares us for what is ahead. On their journey, the Israelites went THROUGH the Red Sea and saw the miraculous power of God, yet again, as they passed through the sea on dry land. They saw Him provide manna, water and meat in the wilderness for over a million people. There are also some great lessons of trust as we take our journey, if we have eyes to see and ears to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moses led the nation well in the desert, because he'd been there before…for 40 years. As I look back on many experiences in my life, I can see how each step and experience has prepared me for what God is doing in my life now. At the time, it seemed like God was taking me the long way around. Some of these were very difficult times, but I learned that God can do awesome things in impossible situations, and going through struggles has made me the man I am today. Maybe that's why James said, &lt;em&gt;"My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing." James 1:2-4 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If we had known no struggles, no conflict, no hurts we would be overwhelmed by the ones that face us today and in the future. But God has been faithful in the past and I'm confident that He'll bring us through the struggles of both today and tomorrow. And in the process, continue to perfect us and equip us for what is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who knows? The next trip may be Baltimore, Denver, Miami, Boston, San Diego. Remember, it's where you end up that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S. We made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-3901832879692780182?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/3901832879692780182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=3901832879692780182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/3901832879692780182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/3901832879692780182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-way-around.html' title='The Long Way Around'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-2668516981347256627</id><published>2009-11-16T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:30:23.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palm Springs'/><title type='text'>Hope in the Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been in the desert for the last week...literally. The desert landscape is rough and rugged, mostly rocks, and occasionally a tumbleweed or a cactus. I had a teacher who helped me remember how to spell 'desert' and 'dessert'. You go back for seconds on 'dessert', so there are two s's. You don't want seconds on the desert. People die in the desert. Desert = dry, hot, and dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end up in the desert for different reasons. Sometimes disobedience leaves us in the desert. God has a beautiful, furtile promised land for us and when we refuse to go in because of fear or lack of faith, we wander in the wilderness...for years. And as a result, people suffer, and die, missing out on God's amazing blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times we're in the desert to train. Moses herded sheep in the desert for 40 years before he was giving the assignment to lead the Israelites out of Egypt. It could be that God was preparing Moses for his future as the leader of the Israelites...in the desert for another 40 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I came to the desert intentionally, on vacation. I chose to come to the desert because when you add water to the desert climate, you have some of the most beautiful and lush landscapes in the country. (You may have heard of Palm Springs, Las Vegas, and Phoenix) I played golf this week at a beautiful golf course that has been transformed by water, and I was reminded of the words of Jesus, &lt;em&gt;"He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”&lt;/em&gt; (John 7:38) And the Scripture goes on to explain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But this He spoke concerning the Spirit, whom those believing in Him would receive;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your desert is, and wherever the Spirit-filled believer in Jesus is, the answer to the desert is the Spirit of God within, Who flows from your inmost being, bringing life to dry, dead places. Yes, even the desert blooms when you add water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do not remember the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; Shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert." Isaiah 43:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it again, Lord, in me. Let Your river flow from me and bring life to dry and dead places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-2668516981347256627?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/2668516981347256627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=2668516981347256627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2668516981347256627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2668516981347256627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope-in-desert.html' title='Hope in the Desert'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-1188614062323748262</id><published>2009-08-21T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:27:11.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changing Lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s fall again, and time to get back into the routine of life. Vacations are over and we’re back to work, back to church, and back to school. Our fall sermon series, starting Sunday, September 6 is “Back to School”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;As young children, we are sent to learn and expand our understanding. This process continues through Jr. High, High School and College. In one respect, the disciples ‘went to school’ every day. And who better to instruct us than the One they called ‘Teacher.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;We’re all familiar with the school subjects of Home Economics, History, Language and Art, but the Great Teacher has a different perspective than your average high school teacher. What does it mean to be a homemaker in the household of faith? There is much we can learn from the history of patriarchs and disciples who have gone before us. And on the subject of Art, who better to teach lessons of creativity than the Creator? His artwork is amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Join us this September and October for the Back-to-School Series each Sunday at 10:15 AM. The subjects and schedule are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 6   - Home Economics&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 13 – History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 20 - Language&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 27 – Art&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 4 – Class Reunion&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 11 - Geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;May our prayer be that of David who was eager to learn the ways and the truth of God. &lt;em&gt;Teach me Your way, O LORD; I will walk in Your truth; Psalm 86:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94377b9b9e8b97ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94377b9b9e8b97ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331193347%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32980B365EC7AABABBCF553231846D1765B1E114.C9AE47C5E2088283BB06BBAE27ED18CB0C622D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94377b9b9e8b97ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxvGbtBinvGqMCAzg3WeOL5cWJhY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94377b9b9e8b97ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331193347%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32980B365EC7AABABBCF553231846D1765B1E114.C9AE47C5E2088283BB06BBAE27ED18CB0C622D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94377b9b9e8b97ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxvGbtBinvGqMCAzg3WeOL5cWJhY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-1188614062323748262?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=94377b9b9e8b97ff&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/1188614062323748262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=1188614062323748262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1188614062323748262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1188614062323748262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-6922908298989509465</id><published>2009-08-13T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:01:05.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Corinthians 2:9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winnie the Pooh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'>Eye Has Not Seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SoQnvgMzf4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ghYf5GJg6fc/s1600-h/Disney+World+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369460352783449986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SoQnvgMzf4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ghYf5GJg6fc/s200/Disney+World+232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday we went to Disney's Magic Kingdom with our entire family. It was a very hot, humid, long and great day. While we were in line to ride Winnie the Pooh, 2-tr-old Taylor saw a costumed Winnie the Pooh at a distance walking around. She starting crying that she wanted to get out of line and go see Winnie right now! Really crying. This was the most urgent and important thing in her life at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;What she didn't know was that in just a few minutes we would be going on a new adventure on a ride that she'd never experienced, nor had any idea what to expect. Her parents (and grandparents) new what was coming, so we told her that what was coming was far better than shaking the hand of a furry Pooh wannabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;We do the same thing. We think we know what we want. We focus on only what we can see and what we think is going to be 'good'. But, our Father knows what's coming just around the corner. When He says, 'Just wait,' do we trust that He knows what He's talking about? Do we believe that the journey He's about to take us on is far better than what we think we want to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fortunately, Taylors parents, and our Heavenly Father sometimes tells us, 'no.' What the Father has in store is greater than we can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The moral of the story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Quit crying and trust the Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Patience. Just a little longer and we're in for a journey that we haven't imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.” 1 Cor. 2:9 NLT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Enjoying the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-6922908298989509465?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/6922908298989509465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=6922908298989509465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6922908298989509465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6922908298989509465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/08/eye-has-not-seen.html' title='Eye Has Not Seen'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SoQnvgMzf4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ghYf5GJg6fc/s72-c/Disney+World+232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-1337203497662391963</id><published>2009-03-16T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:20:22.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejoicing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeping'/><title type='text'>Weeping and Rejoicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The paragraph header in the NKJV for Romans 12:9-21 reads: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behave like a Christian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good advice. Paul evidently felt like he needed to clarify that thought to his readers, and I would agree for readers in our day as well. That's such a broad stroke. Oh, it's very clear to me, . . . and I'm sure to you, but how 'Christian Behavior' is interpreted varies widely today. But that's a subject for another blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So there is no confusion, Paul starts a list of things to do, and not to do if you are going to live a Christian life. Down the list a ways is, &lt;em&gt;"Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep."&lt;/em&gt; This is the community of Christ, 'Living In' and sharing life together. Sharing joys and sorrows, bearing burdens and celebrating victories together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I participated in both sides of this verse today. Two senior saints in our congregation died today...yes, on the same day. They both loved the Lord and I know they are in His presence right now. There was weeping with both families, with both spouses and friends as loved ones were lost from this life. There is a granddaughter who will miss 'grandpa'. Daughters who will miss 'Mom'. And spouses who will be mourning on this earth for the loss of their friend and partner in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, where is the rejoicing in death? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not long ago Kathy was telling me how excited she was, and that she couldn't wait to see Jesus. That was before she took the fall that ultimately ended her life. She was living with more than the 'hope' of heaven, she was living with that expectation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jack had a hard time walking in his last months. No longer. I picture him whole and strong and with a body that will never wear out for eternity. He's been looking forward to seeing Jesus for decades. Today he and Kathy had appointments only a few hours apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So while loved ones were weeping, I know Jack and Kathy were rejoicing today as they were welcomed into heaven by Jesus Himself. And I am rejoicing with them! They fought the good fight, they kept the faith, and they finished the race. I'm happy for them, and in a way, a little envious. They have already experienced what I am living for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beloved, now we are children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is. 1 John 3:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-1337203497662391963?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/1337203497662391963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=1337203497662391963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1337203497662391963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1337203497662391963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/03/weeping-and-rejoicing.html' title='Weeping and Rejoicing'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-1045848531088082281</id><published>2009-02-11T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:32:27.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shawna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>You Pick One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to make the wrong choice, even on something as trivial as ordering dinner from the menu. My daughter Shawna always seems to get what I wish I would have ordered. I’ve toyed with just ordering what she gets every time, but then, what do I do when she’s not with me? I have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something I’ve never seen before in the book of Joshua. At the end of the conquest of the Promised Land, Joshua got the pick of any city he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;49 After all the land was divided among the tribes, the Israelites gave a piece of land to Joshua as his allocation. 50 For the Lord had said he could have any town he wanted. He chose Timnath-serah in the hill country of Ephraim. He rebuilt the town and lived there. Joshua 19:49-50 NLT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you pick? Green Bay? LA? Denver or Phoenix? Maybe a small quiet town is your thing, or somewhere tropical like Ft. Lauderdale or San Juan. (It is in a US territory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what city I’d pick. We’ve been privileged to travel a lot and have either been in or through some very nice cities. I like Dallas a lot, and Nashville. Cindy wants to retire in Loveland, Colorado, provided we can still ski in our old age. But, it would also be hard to beat San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was Joshua, I’d be worried that I’d pick the wrong one. I always pick the wrong line at the grocery store, 100% of the time. Somehow I get the line that has the lady with the unmarked item AND she’s writing a check that needs managerial approval (and the manager is on their break). I’d be afraid of making the wrong choice. What if I picked Dallas, and God said, “I wanted to give you San Diego.” Or, if I chose San Diego, and God said, “Ok, but I was thinking of Honolulu.” So I decided if God ever asks me to pick the city, I’ll ask Him to pick for me. “I want to have the city You want me to have.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember, a similar situation worked out well for Solomon. God said to Solomon, “What do you want? Ask, and I will give it to you!” (1 Kings 3:5) Solomon answered and chose wisdom, and God told him He would grant him riches and fame as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it works the other way, too, which proves my point. Israel didn’t do so well at choosing whether to go into the Promised Land or not, or picking their own first king. God wanted to be their King. You can’t beat that. But, they settled for less than His best. That’s what it really comes down to for me. I want His best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am sure of God’s awesome love for me and His eternal wisdom, if He ever asks me to pick one of anything, here’s my answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God I want to have whatever you want me to have. You pick the city, the friends, the house, and the career. I’ll also let You select the trials, troubles, disappointments and challenges, because I know I don’t always make the right choice, or even know what I really need. So, I’ll trust You, and take whatever You give me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, and thanks a lot…in advance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-1045848531088082281?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/1045848531088082281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=1045848531088082281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1045848531088082281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1045848531088082281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-pick-one.html' title='You Pick One'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-6778594381403764892</id><published>2009-02-10T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:43:20.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stock market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>I Know Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who? What? When? Where? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every good reporter knows that these are the basic questions that must be asked and answered in relation to every story. What happened? When and where did it happen? Who was involved or committed the crime? And the biggest question of all, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisers know that if people are going to come to an event, you need to communicate these five details to them in some form. I’ve used these five W’s as a quick test when proofing copy for church publications and more than once had to ask the person doing the layout, “When is it?” Or “Where is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re conditioned to be ‘in the know’ when it comes to our own lives. Only, how many times have we said, “I don’t know what’s going on!” We never see the full picture. Tomorrow is unknown to all of us. There is more uncertainty in our nation and in our world today than any time I remember in my lifetime. Have you heard any of these statements lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why is this is happening to me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder when the stock market is going to turn around.” (Don’t we all?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is going to happen next?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are we going to go if I lose my job?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what gives me confidence and comfort, I may not know what, where, when or why, . . . but I do know Who! I know Who holds my tomorrow in His hands. I know Who has all power and authority in heaven, on earth and under the earth. I know Who calls me by name and has numbered the hairs on my head. I know Who I can trust to take care of me in every situation, and I call Him, "Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job didn’t know the ‘why’, but he knew Who. &lt;em&gt;“The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; Blessed be the name of the LORD.” Job. 1:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul suffered for his faith far greater than we ever will, facing tribulation, trials and beatings, yet he wrote to Timothy, &lt;em&gt;For this reason I also suffer these things; nevertheless I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him until that Day. 2 Tim. 1:12.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a lot easier to face, . . . death is a lot easier to face, when you know Who you have believed. If we trust Him with our eternity, we can trust Him for today, . . . and tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Who, Trusting Him, and Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-6778594381403764892?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/6778594381403764892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=6778594381403764892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6778594381403764892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6778594381403764892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-who.html' title='I Know Who'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-2130099800916885346</id><published>2009-01-20T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:08:46.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frozen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><title type='text'>Frozen Cats and Hard Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me just start by saying, "Brrrrrrrrrr!!!" I'm sure it was never -28 degrees in the Garden of Eden before the fall. Therefore, sub-zero temperatures must be the result of sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I feel this bone-chilling cold, I'm reminded of my childhood. Raised in Southeast Idaho, I've been in freezing cold weather before...but that doesn't mean I'm used to it, or have to like it. You see, when things freeze, they usually die. There are a few exceptions, such as embryos, but I've seen plants when they're frozen, and they die. People and animals that are frozen, die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't always known that 'frozen death' is permanent. When I was in the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SXeqUylw2oI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ld_ndMJriM4/s1600-h/frozen+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293887161151576706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SXeqUylw2oI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ld_ndMJriM4/s200/frozen+cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;second or third grade some friends and I were playing outside at the park by ourselves, (back when you could safely do that). We found a cat...frozen solid...dead. Being a young man of either great faith, or naivety, I picked up the cat and carried it home. I took it inside and put it by the heater to thaw out, figuring that we'd have a new pet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, this was a learning experience for me as my parents explained that the cat was going to stay dead, even if we thawed it out. If we warmed up the outside, the heart of the cat had frozen and would not work anymore...he was hardhearted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If caught out in the cold, we're advised to keep warm, keep moving and not to go to sleep. There are some good spiritual parallels to this line of thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't let your heart get cold. Keep that spiritual fire burning. Keep feeding it with good teaching, sermons, God's Word and worship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't think you can stop where you are and rest. Once you stop, it's hard to get going again. Keep moving toward deeper relationship with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And don't drift into spiritual slumber. God's Word even says, "Wake up, O sleeper..." (Ephesians 5:14) Our faith should be alive, vibrant and active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's praying that your spiritual life is 'hot' and your heart soft toward God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-2130099800916885346?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/2130099800916885346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=2130099800916885346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2130099800916885346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2130099800916885346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/01/frozen-cats.html' title='Frozen Cats and Hard Hearts'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SXeqUylw2oI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ld_ndMJriM4/s72-c/frozen+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-8536677949946446416</id><published>2009-01-15T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:08:15.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><title type='text'>Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Change. No one really loves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Change is a part of life, from birth to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some folks resist change so much that they still drive the 1967 truck with the 8-track player, have a rotary phone and have never been on the Internet. But they use electricity, which at one point in time was change. So was indoor plumbing, french fries and drums in church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything we know or will know changes. . . except of course for God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So why are we so resistant to change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The name of the church I pastor is Changing Lives Assembly of God. We should have seen this coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two weeks ago we said (and cried) goodbye to our daughter, son-in-law and three &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SW_rT-R_3fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lrw2Ah_bsxA/s1600-h/Searcys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291706815552151026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SW_rT-R_3fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lrw2Ah_bsxA/s200/Searcys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grandchildren as they moved back to sunny, warm, California. (It was 86 degrees warmer there today than here, but I'm not bitter.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course we're going to miss the frequent visits, game nights, and hearing firsthand the latest new discovery from our 'grandchildren of genius'. I may even miss puppy kisses and 100 decibels of noise in my living room. There's nothing like hearing those darlings run and greet you at the door yelling, "Papa, Papa, Papa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if we are really trusting God and following His leading in our lives, we have to focus not on what we're going to miss, but to ask, "What is God doing through this change?" Whatever it is, it's going to be great, because God works things for our good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way, if you didn't realize it already, God specializes in change, . Do you recognize any of His famous 'change' statements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Get out of your country, From your family And from your father’s house, To a land that I will show you. (Gen. 12:1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behold, I will do a new thing, Now it shall spring forth; Shall you not know it? (Is. 43:19)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new (2 Cor. 5:17)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This cup is the new covenant in My blood, which is shed for you." (Luke 22:20)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every one of those changes turned out to be great, and we can trust God through whatever change comes today or tomorrow. Whatever God's doing in our lives, it's for our good...always. Remember, His ways are higher than our ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though several of the changes in my life have been unpleasant, or downright painful, others have been exciting and a great blessing. Through all of them I've grown and gained wisdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm glad I'm not the same person in the same place, knowing only the same people I knew 30 years ago. If so, only about four of you would be reading this. (Hi Dad, Mom, Liz and Stephen)Change brought the rest of you into my life and enriched it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So don't get too attached to the way anything is in this world. . . it's going to change, and in the end be destroyed and replaced by a new heaven and a new earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;More change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get used to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-8536677949946446416?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/8536677949946446416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=8536677949946446416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8536677949946446416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8536677949946446416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2009/01/ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SW_rT-R_3fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lrw2Ah_bsxA/s72-c/Searcys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-5686769097422915218</id><published>2008-11-18T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:26:47.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas…the season for giving, . . . and receiving. About this time of year, we start asking one of two questions, “What am I going to get for Christmas?” or “What am I going to give for Christmas?” These are two connected, but opposite perspectives on the gifts of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Department stores and retailers want us to focus on what we’re going to buy and give for Christmas, but their motive is purely selfish. I’m sure it won’t be long before they capture the other side of the equation and give little Bobby a scanner to run through Wal-Mart and register for all the things he wants to get for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child’s perspective of excitement and expectation of what they are going to receive for Christmas is normal. But if we continue to live with an attitude of only ‘receiving’ or ‘getting’ we can miss out on the enormous blessing of giving. Most parents (those who are mature) are more excited about giving. We want to see the looks of excitement and joy on our children’s faces when they unwrap the gifts that we’ve given to them. Our joy comes from giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let’s be honest. We all like to receive gifts. Every year there are a variety of types of gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Gifts we don’t want&lt;br /&gt;· Gifts we need&lt;br /&gt;· Extravagant gifts&lt;br /&gt;· Gifts given out of obligation&lt;br /&gt;· Gifts given out of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that first Christmas, because God loved us, He gave His only Son. We who believe in Him have received that indescribable Gift! Scripture also reveals other gifts, among them, the gift of eternal life, the Gift of the Holy Spirit, and nine spiritual gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has numerous gifts that He wants us to receive, but out of those blessings, He also wants us to ‘pass it on’. The more we become like Him, our focus will shift from receiving to giving to bless others. Jesus told the disciples, “Freely you have received, freely give.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be part of the blessing of giving and receiving this Christmas. Share the gift of life, peace and joy with those you love. Freely you have received, freely give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Enjoying the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-5686769097422915218?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/5686769097422915218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=5686769097422915218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/5686769097422915218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/5686769097422915218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/11/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-2537576291460674741</id><published>2008-11-01T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:16:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last day of our time in Israel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We began the morning in the Upper Room. This was the place of Jesus' observance of the Last Supper with the disciples. Here He washed their feet. Here He gave the commandment, "Love one another."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many of the well-known teachings of Jesus were given in this intimate setting, just before His arrest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"If you love Me, keep my commandments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"In My Father's house are many mansions. If it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I am the vine, you are the branches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"If you have seen Me, you have seen the Father."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was here that Jesus instituted the Lord's Supper, the remembrance feast of the New Covenant in His blood, shed for many for the forgiveness of sins. This was where, 50 days after the resurrection on the Day of Pentecost, the Holy Spirit was poured out on 120 believers. Again, we had a great time of worship and prayer. This was the Sabbath day here in Israel and God orchestrated the timing. We were able to spend a long time of worship and prayer here. Much of the time, we were the only ones in the Upper Room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We then visited Caiaphas' house, where Jesus was tried before the High Priest and the Sanhedrin. It was here, before the High priest that Jesus claimed to be the Messiah, the Son of God. This claim resulted in a charge of blasphemy and the accompanying death penalty. We saw the prison and the dungeon where Jesus was likely held. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our last biblical site was Bethlehem and the Shepherd's Field where the incarnation began...where the Word became flesh and dwelt among us. The cave and fields gave us a great visual perspective of where unto us, a Savior was born, Immanuel, God with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My 1100 pictures will have to refresh my memories of the many sites and ten days of travel. We leave tonight at 2:30 AM for the airport and 'Home Sweet Home', but the land of Israel goes with me, forever in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lord, restore Your people. Come quickly, Lord Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-2537576291460674741?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/2537576291460674741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=2537576291460674741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2537576291460674741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2537576291460674741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/11/israel-day-10.html' title='Israel Day 10'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-9183780230449469477</id><published>2008-11-01T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:04:17.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We started today at the Mount of Olives. Many events from the life of Jesus happened here. Scripture tells us that Jesus was accustomed to going to the Mount of Olives, just outside the city. The view from here toward the site of the temple is amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From the top of the mountain, we walked down the path that Jesus took from the Mount of Olives for the triumphal entry into Jerusalem. At the bottom of the hill is the Garden of Gethsemane. Some of the Olive trees here are 2000 years old and may have been witnesses to the agony of Jesus. We took time for prayer here and inside the Church of all Nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next we visited the Jewish Holocost Museum. Somber and sobering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We ended our day with a stop at the site of Calvary and the Garden Tomb. The rock formation of Golgotha really does look like a skull. Then we walked through the beautiful garden and went inside the tomb. I can join my testimony to those who have gone before and echo the words of the angel because I have seen with my own eyes, "He is not here, He is risen." The resurrection is the pivotal point of our faith for Paul said, "If Christ is not risen then you are dead in your sins." But thank God, He is risen and we are redeemed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We then had a time of worship and shared communion together in the garden, singing 'Were You There When They Crucified My Lord, Here I Am to Worship and Amazing Love. What a powerful and emotional time. Words fail me and tears come again, even at this moment. Truly the highlight of the trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-9183780230449469477?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/9183780230449469477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=9183780230449469477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/9183780230449469477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/9183780230449469477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/11/israel-day-9.html' title='Israel Day 9'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-5037771086229225567</id><published>2008-10-30T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:17:48.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jerusalem -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We began the day at the Temple Mount, the site of the temple and current site of the Muslim Mosque, the Dome of the Rock. We entered the city through the Dung Gate, then past security to the Temple Mount. From the courtyard we looked out through the arches and saw the Mt. of Olives. The Dome covers the traditional site of Mt. Moriah where Abraham took Isaac to sacrifice him in Genesis, and the Holy of Holies of the Jewish Temple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coming off the Temple Mount, we walked the Via Dolorosa (the Way of Suffering), the path Jesus took as He carried the cross to Golgotha, ending at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. We then walked along the Western Wall of the Temple Mount in a tunnel beneath the city, and walked on a street from Jesus' day, a street He most surely would have traveled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a Filafel (sp?) lunch, we visited the Temple Institute, where they are preparing for building the third temple. We saw the furnishings of the temple that have already been made according to Old Testament descriptions and dimensions in preparation and expectation of rebuilding the temple. We saw the bronze laver, the golden lampstand, the table of showbread and the altar of incense, all completed and ready for use. We saw the garments of the priests and levites, as well as the High Priest's garments. This was even more interesting after visiting the tabernacle a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow we will visit Calvary, the Garden Tomb, and the Upper Room. This has been an enlightening pilgrimage, giving me a greater understanding of the Jewish roots of Christianity. Seeing the sights and dimensions with  my own eyes gives a more accurate perspective to the accounts of Scripture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish you were here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-5037771086229225567?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/5037771086229225567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=5037771086229225567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/5037771086229225567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/5037771086229225567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/israel-day-8.html' title='Israel Day 8'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-7548165157699383275</id><published>2008-10-30T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:02:55.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We visited Masada in the morning. This mountain fortress that seems impenitrable was the last holdout of the Jewish rebels in 74 AD. It fell to the Romans after they built a siege ramp from the valley to the wall of the city on top of the mountain. We took a cable car to the top of the mountain, but walked down along the siege ramp. It was a long and difficult hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We then headed for a Bedoin camp in the Negev desert. We enjoyed a long camel ride, lunch and a time of hearing of the Bedoin customs. Then, a long drive to Jerusalem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-7548165157699383275?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/7548165157699383275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=7548165157699383275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/7548165157699383275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/7548165157699383275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/israel-day-7.html' title='Israel Day 7'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-230150642155875373</id><published>2008-10-28T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:37:03.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We began today by visiting a mine, then an aquarium on the Red Sea. We viewed the beautiful coral reef from an underwater observatory. Driving north from the southern point of modern day Israel, we left Eliat on the tip of the Red Sea (Gulf of Aqaba). We visited Solomon's copper mines and discovered an unexpected treasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On this site was a full-scale reconstruction of the tabernacle of Moses...the size, color and style as described in Exodus. Our guide on the tour was a Messianic Jew. She walked us piece by piece through the tabernacle explaining the use and relation to it's ultimate fulfillment in Jesus. We entered through the one entrance...because Jesus is the only way to the Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to the outer court where the altar stood. It was here the sacrifice was offered. Then to the bronze laver for purifying. We entered the holy place with the golden lampstand, the table of showbread and the altar of incense. Then, we entered the Holy of Holies and stood in front of the Ark of the Covenant. We also saw inside the Ark, the tablets of the commandments, Aaron's rod that budded and the jar of manna. What an awesome, amazing time. We were overwhelmed by the presence of God. We worshiped. We prayed. We sang. We wept. What a powerful time in God's presence. This was definitely the highlight of the trip for me, so far. But, Jerusalem is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From there we drove to Sodom and Gomorrah and the salt mountains and the Dead Sea, our stop for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-230150642155875373?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/230150642155875373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=230150642155875373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/230150642155875373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/230150642155875373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/israel-day-6.html' title='Israel Day 6'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-361420045115345613</id><published>2008-10-27T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:54:17.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we saw the red rock city of Petra as seen in the Indiana Jones movie. I wish I could post pictures, but don't have that access from here. Hidden among the mountains, we had to horseback ride and walk the narrow canyon down into the city. It was majestic and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Elat, we drove past the lands of the Ammonites and Edomites from the Old Testament, (Jordan today). It is barren, desolate wilderness and harsh country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We also saw Moses' Springs, the alleged site of Moses striking the rock and God's miracle provision of water for Israel. We then drove to Elat for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey, and missing my wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-361420045115345613?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/361420045115345613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=361420045115345613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/361420045115345613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/361420045115345613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/israel-day-5.html' title='Israel Day 5'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-359666697032311077</id><published>2008-10-27T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:49:36.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 4 - Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We began today singing songs of worship and sharing scriptures of what God is doing in us. Our first stop was touring the ruins of Beth Shan, where Saul's body was hung after his death (1 Sam. 31:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We then crossed into Jordan and headed for Mt. Nebo. Jesus' ministry beyond the Jordan included the deliverance of the Gadarene demoniac and ministry in the decapolis region. The feeding of the 4000 and healing of many people happened in this area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We arrived at Mt. Nebo to see Israel from Moses' view, since he could not enter the Promised Land. Our devotional this morning was from Numbers 20, whre Moses struck the rock instead of speaking to it as God had instructed. Because of this, he was not allowed to enter the Promised Land. It was a hazy day, so we could not see Jerusalem or even the Dead Sea, as you can when it is clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the way to Mt. Nebo, we drove through harsh wilderness. . . rocks and dirt. The Israelites wandered in this barren place for 40 years because of disobedience. Note to self: It's not worth it to disobey God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our day ended with a long drive to Petra. The hotel was over booked, so they put us up in a very unique village that has been converted to a resort. Very nice. Favor of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-359666697032311077?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/359666697032311077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=359666697032311077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/359666697032311077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/359666697032311077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/israel-day-4-sunday.html' title='Israel Day 4 - Sunday'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-6173637159732946870</id><published>2008-10-27T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:41:53.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We began today at the site of the Beatitudes and the Sermon on the Mount. We went from there to a display of the 'Jesus Boat', a boat discovered from the time of Christ. We then boarded a wooden boat for Capernaum. Many biblical accounts of the Sea of Galilee came to mind: jesus calming the storm, walking on the water and the miraculous catch of fish all happened on this small lake... 2 miles by 12 miles in size. We had a great time of worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In Capernaum, we visited the synagogue where Jesus taught and read three chapters from the Torah (Deut. 33-34; Gen. 1) So much happened in this city that was Jesus' home after He left Nazareth. Here Jesus taught in the synagogue and cast out a demon on the Sabbath. Later that day, he healed Peter's mother-in-law (we saw Peter's house, too) and when evening had come (after the Sabbath ended) they brought Him the sick and demon possessed and he healed them all. It was here in Capernaum that the paralytic was lowered through the roof by his four friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the afternoon, we visited the site of the Feeding of the 5000 and drove to Caesarea Philipi where Jesus asked the disciples, "Who do you say that I am?" in this pagan area of the country with great temples to Greek gods, Pan and Zeus, Peter's reply has great weight, "Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We ended another long day at sundown with baptism in the Jordan River. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-6173637159732946870?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/6173637159732946870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=6173637159732946870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6173637159732946870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6173637159732946870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/israel-day-3.html' title='Israel Day 3'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-2621177250434197877</id><published>2008-10-24T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:49:14.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today we saw many Old Testament sites. We drove up Mt Carmel to the traditional place of Elijah's confrontation with the prophets of Baal in front of the nation of Israel. From this high point, a spectacular view of the Valley of Armageddon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This afternoon we visited Nazareth and saw the cave beneath the Church of the Annunciation, the traditional site of Mary's visitation by the angel Gabriel. "With God, all things are possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;We also visited the synagogue where Jesus began His ministry. He stood in the synagogue, after returning from the wilderness of temptation in the power of the Spirit, took up the scroll of Isaiah and read, "The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;We also visited Caesarea, the place where the Spirit of the Lord was poured out on the Gentiles in Cornelius' house. May we also go in the power of the Spirit to preach the gospel to the poor, heal the broken hearted, proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed ... in the same power of the same Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Really enjoying the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-2621177250434197877?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/2621177250434197877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=2621177250434197877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2621177250434197877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2621177250434197877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/israel-day-2.html' title='Israel Day 2'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-8832351519995558362</id><published>2008-10-24T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:40:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;After approximately 24 hours after we left Changing Lives, we arrived in Tel Aviv/Jaffa for our first night. It is a beautiful and modern city, especially at night. We toured part of the city of Jaffa (biblical Joppa) in the early evening, noticing the flat roof construction of the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of Joppa seems to have a disturbing pattern when it comes to spiritual response. When the lord told Jonah to go preach to the Assyrian city of Nineveh, he said, "No" and ran the other direction. He went to Joppa, boarded a ship and headed for Tarshish. . instead of Nineveh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is on one of the flat roofs of the city at the home of Simon the tanner, again in Joppa. About noon, Peter goes up on the roof to pray. He saw heaven opened and a great sheet with all kinds of unclean animals. A voice said, "Arise Peter, kill and eat." And Peter, just like Jonah said, "no." Three times this was repeated and each time a voice responded, "What God has made clean, you must not call common."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we be quick to hear and obey the voice of God. May we recognize that there is no distinction any longer between Jew or Gentile, and may our attitde be, "Speak, Lord, your servant is listening." When we hear, may our response be, "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-8832351519995558362?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/8832351519995558362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=8832351519995558362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8832351519995558362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8832351519995558362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/israel-day-1.html' title='Israel Day 1'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-6995968405869960910</id><published>2008-10-04T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:36:08.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milwaukee Brewers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MVP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NY Mets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post season'/><title type='text'>Post Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our local MLB team, the Milwaukee Brewers, have made it to the playoffs for the first time in 26 years. It was 1982 the last time the Brewers played in October. That year went well for them, ultimately going to the World Series but losing in seven games to the St. Louis Cardinals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the year, the Brewers were way ahead of the rest of the NL League (except Chicago) and appeared to be in command of the wildcard spot. Then, as the season was drawing to a close, the Brewers looked like they might let the Wildcard berth get away from them. It all came down to the last game. With their record tied with the NY Mets, they had to win and NY had to lose to secure the playoff spot on the last day of the regular season. They played 162 games over an entire season and it came down to one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which game, which day matters? They all do. The NY Mets understand that. One more win in April-September, just one, any one, and they would have at least tied the Brewers and had a chance for the playoffs. The Minnesota Twins understand that, too. They lost their tiebreaker game last Monday. It’s tough when a whole season comes down to one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual application (It’s what I do): We are all playing for the post season. Sure, we’re trying to enjoy the regular season (life) but what really matters is making it to the post season (eternity in heaven). Which day matters? All of them. We are saved by God’s grace through our faith in Jesus, not by ‘winning’ more days than we ‘lose’, but every day matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me some other baseball analogies. We have injuries. We have streaks and slumps. We have managers (pastors) that are trying to bring out the best in us and help us all as a team get to the post season. Some people leave the team because they don’t like that the manager didn’t let them start or play the position they wanted. Others just can’t (don’t want to) play at the level of excellence required. (take up your cross, deny yourself, be holy, etc.) They don’t take it seriously. Others won’t follow the rules of the game as presided over by the Umpire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all make errors, too. On offense, a great player in the game of baseball today bats .300. That means that 7 out of 10 times at bat, they strike out or get put out without reaching base. (I think being a weatherman in Wisconsin is the only other profession where you can have a 30% performance rating and keep your job). You don’t have to be perfect. No one bats 1.000, no one. But we must do our best. We study the playbook, try to improve our game, play by the rules and show up giving 100% to every game, because every day matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both baseball and this Christian life come down to two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) enjoying the game&lt;br /&gt;2) making the postseason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you enjoy every day as you follow Jesus. No matter what you day throws at you, may you know contentment as Paul did, whether he had little or much. Don’t be discouraged if you’re not perfect, but keep trying to raise the level of your game to that of the all-time MVP and General Manager. I’ve already secured a place in the postseason. I’m just waiting for Jesus to call me up. I hope to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-6995968405869960910?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/6995968405869960910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=6995968405869960910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6995968405869960910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6995968405869960910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-season.html' title='Post Season'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-6611776813124662810</id><published>2008-10-03T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:34:56.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solid rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Economic Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Panic. Fear. Uncertainty. Desperation. These are words to describe the mood of Americans resulting from the plunging stock market, mortgage and bank crisis and weakened dollar. Add high gas prices, tightened credit and job losses to the formula and you can understand those who have a gloomy outlook for our economic future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The entirety of Your word is truth,… Psalm 119:160&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always ‘our part’ and ‘God’s part’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· For those who are obedient in tithing, God promises…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes,… Mal. 3:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· For those who are generous in giving to support the work of God, God promises…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. Phil. 4:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· For those who are following Him, Jesus says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. Matthew 6:31-34&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· Where should we invest as Christians? Jesus tells us specifically.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; 20 but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:19-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great perspective was given decades ago by William Bradbury and Edward Mote, authors of a well known hymn. May these words be our declaration of faith and remind us of the immovable foundation on which our faith is built. No matter what may come. No matter what storms may blow. No matter what may crash or who may get elected, for those with true faith in God, our hope is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is built on nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Than Jesus' blood and righteousness&lt;br /&gt;I dare not trust the sweetest frame&lt;br /&gt;But wholly lean on Jesus' name&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid Rock I stand&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness veils His lovely face&lt;br /&gt;I rest on His unchanging grace&lt;br /&gt;In every high and stormy gale&lt;br /&gt;My anchor holds within the veil&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid Rock I stand&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His oath His covenant His blood&lt;br /&gt;Support me in the whelming flood&lt;br /&gt;When all around my soul gives way&lt;br /&gt;He then is all my hope and stay&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid Rock I stand&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He shall come with trumpet sound&lt;br /&gt;O may I then in Him be found&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in His righteousness alone&lt;br /&gt;Faultless to stand before the throne&lt;br /&gt;On Christ the solid Rock I stand&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey...Securely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-6611776813124662810?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/6611776813124662810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=6611776813124662810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6611776813124662810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6611776813124662810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/economic-crisis.html' title='Economic Crisis'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-1459925876286657737</id><published>2008-10-01T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:33:16.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matthew 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cracks'/><title type='text'>The Year of the Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SOfgBWC6PbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KBgIrN9zyTs/s1600-h/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253413804053249458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SOfgBWC6PbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KBgIrN9zyTs/s200/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2008 has been ‘The Year of the Roof”, at least on our block. Numerous houses have had their roofs replaced since the June downpour and floods. (See ‘Good Hands, My Foot’ and ‘Covered or Clean?’ blogs below) I am assuming that the houses on our block were built mostly around the same time, about 30 years ago. Those 30-year shingles are extremely accurate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last four years since we bought our house we have finished off the basement, re-carpeted, put in ceramic tile (it feels like 1,000 sq. feet of it), redone walls and ceilings and bathrooms, and painted everything, some rooms twice. It’s a lot of work to fix up, and keep up a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter Shawna said today, ‘I don’t think I ever want to own a house. It’s too expensive, and too much work.” Amen and Amen. Of course, over the long haul and in a decent real estate market, (not like now) owning a home can be a good investment tool, to build equity and provide for retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus talked about houses. At the end of the Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 7 he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Therefore whoever hears these sayings of Mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock: 25 and the rain descended, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house; and it did not fall, for it was founded on the rock. Matthew 7:24-25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SOfgoJ_FSZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ayBu2hdi2pQ/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253414470830868882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SOfgoJ_FSZI/AAAAAAAAADA/ayBu2hdi2pQ/s200/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If we are those who follow and obey the words of Jesus, building our house on the rock, we still have to maintain the house. The rock is fine, it’s not going anywhere, but the house is another story. All those years of rain and wind and floods takes a toll on a home. Over time it develops cracks. The roof wears out, taking the brunt of the rain and wind. (If I had been standing outside for 30 years in Milwaukee, I wouldn’t look too good either). All houses eventually need to be repainted. Cracked windows need replacing and the garage door fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. I know these things, both as a home owner, and one who has built his spiritual house on the Rock. Sometimes we don’t appreciate it when a loved one points out our cracks. But, they only mean to help. Many times they can see what we cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you need to maintain in your spiritual house today? Is your integrity cracked? Your purity have a leak? Is your patience worn thin or do you need a fresh coat of love or compassion? May is National Home Improvement Month. I have some things that can’t wait that long…my roof, for one. That’s getting replaced this weekend. There are areas of spiritual upkeep that need attention, too. Let’s get to work so our house doesn’t deteriorate and end up costing us more in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you notice any cracks in me, I’d really appreciate it if you’d point them out. . . in love. We’re all in this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-1459925876286657737?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/1459925876286657737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=1459925876286657737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1459925876286657737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1459925876286657737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/10/year-of-roof.html' title='The Year of the Roof'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SOfgBWC6PbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KBgIrN9zyTs/s72-c/DSC02453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-8136995616675049045</id><published>2008-09-15T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:21:55.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labor Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shawna'/><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About an hour’s drive north of Milwaukee is a beautiful beach in Kohler-Andre State Park. We went to this magnificent spot on Lake Michigan on Labor Day with our growing family, our kids and grandkids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buried Phil in the sand, then Ethan. Taylor found a deep hole in the sand and plopped herself down and made herself at home. The big kids played in the waves and wore ourselves out. Yes, we even saw a surfer in Wisconsin. It was a great time in the sun, sand and surf, and one of those days you put in the scrapbook of your mind when you want to remember good times with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day itself is a ‘day of remembrance’ for me. I remember Labor Day, 1993. We were living in Tulsa and many of our friends all went to the lake for that holiday weekend. We did not. Those days were part of two weeks we ate, slept and lived at St. John’s Hospital in Tulsa, OK. Shawna, then eight years old, had some undiagnosed problems with her back that affected her ability to walk and had her in severe pain. They suspected the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through tests and needles, and tears. The toughest time of all for this dad was my beautiful daughter's question, “Why doesn’t God answer our prayers?” All I could say was, “I don’t know, but we have to keep trusting Him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That period was the toughest in our lives, and brought the greatest breakthrough in mine. It is said that you don’t really know your level of faith, obedience or trust until it is tested. This was a big test. When the doctors were preparing us for the worst, I took my stand and said out loud, so my own ears could hear my faith declaration, “God, no matter what happens to Shawna, I will love You. No matter what happens to Shawna, I will trust You. No matter what happens to Shawna I will continue to serve You.” And I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with God changed that day. My worship changed that day. So every Labor Day is my 'day of remembrance', and thanksgiving. It’s been fifteen years, but I still remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;God walks with me through the valley.&lt;br /&gt;God can be trusted…no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;God knows what He’s doing, even when I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the struggle that strengthens my faith.&lt;br /&gt;God is my Healer. &lt;/p&gt;The rest of the story? It was not cancer as the doctors suspected, but a major internal infection. After several months of home IV treatments Shawna returned to school and to her friends. She played soccer in school, made the varsity tennis team in high school and has been healthy and active ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thank my God every time I remember you. Phil. 1:3 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remembering, and enjoying the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-8136995616675049045?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/8136995616675049045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=8136995616675049045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8136995616675049045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8136995616675049045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-1050695525301981537</id><published>2008-08-22T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:39:18.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold medal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usain Bolt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world records'/><title type='text'>Better than Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The World Records are dropping like flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps is definitely the greatest Olympic Athlete of all time. No one has accomplished his feat of fourteen Olympic Gold Medals…and he’s only 23 years old. With seven of his eight gold medals this year, come new World Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record for most Olympic Gold in a single Olympics has stood for 36 years. Mark Spitz, very graciously, moved over to make room for the new Olympic Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Usain Bolt, the sprinter from Jamaica who broke his own record in the 100 meter, ran on the Jamaican team in the 4 X 100 relay that shattered the previous world record and individually broke Michael Johnson’s World Record in the 200 meter dash. Some thought Johnson’s record would stand at least for our lifetime. Evidently, world records are made to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since August 17, 1988, in ten years, the record in the 100 m has been broken 13 times. Besides Carl Lewis and Ben Johnson, six others have broken the record in the last ten years. So, Usain Bolt holds the fastest time in the 100 m . . . for now. He is the world’s fastest man…for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral: World Records don’t last. Gold Medals don’t last. Let’s focus on running a race where the prize is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come. 1 Tim. 4:8 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;David&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/655535425469770503-1050695525301981537?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/1050695525301981537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=1050695525301981537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1050695525301981537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1050695525301981537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/08/better-than-gold.html' title='Better than Gold'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-2097189447731657773</id><published>2008-08-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:33:23.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nastia Liukin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold medal'/><title type='text'>We Trained Our Whole Life for This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. 1 Cor. 9:25 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it’s been a while since I’ve blogged, but my eyes are red and I’m exhausted from watching all the drama and excitement of the Olympic Games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There have been some great moments in the last two weeks. We’ve been watching the gymnastics and, of course, the swimming events. Amazing! But not without a price. These world-class athletes go through so many years of training and sacrifice to compete at this Olympic level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Valeri Liukin, 1988 Russian Gold Medal gymnast and the father of the 2008 Gold Medal Women’s All-Around gymnast Nastia Liukin said they had been preparing for Olympic Gold for her whole life. Nastia is 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think about all of the literal blood, sweat, and tears, not to mention the thousands of hours of time and hundreds of thousands of dollars invested by each of these athletes in pursuit of a gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I noticed the confidence of Nastia, Shawn Johnson and the other gymnasts. Even after they fall, they get back up and approach the next routine with confidence. How? Their life is gymnastics. They’ve done those routines and elements thousands of times. They don’t go to the gym two or three times a month for an hour and a half workout and be prepared to compete at this level, &lt;strong&gt;they live it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These men and women have &lt;strong&gt;prioritized&lt;/strong&gt; gymnastics in their life, and you see the result. You will excel in whatever area you prioritize and invest, whether that be your career, athletics, education or seeking first the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our spiritual race, our training, our running is not to be done merely an hour and a half on three or four Sundays a month. We are to live it. … &lt;em&gt;for in Him we live and move and have our being,… Acts 17:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we’re to excel in our spiritual life, we must also breathe, eat, drink and sleep the kingdom of God, just as the Olympians do their sport. They do it to get a medal that will not last. They do it to set World Records that will not last. We do it to get a prize that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-2097189447731657773?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/2097189447731657773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=2097189447731657773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2097189447731657773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2097189447731657773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-trained-our-whole-life-for-this.html' title='We Trained Our Whole Life for This'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-4604003577861774496</id><published>2008-07-30T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:12:03.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Influence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><title type='text'>Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gerry teaches our grandsons pre-school class during the church service one Sunday a month. That hour and a half exposure every four weeks has given him influence in Ethan’s life. Gerry's wife, Mary, says that he is tough on Ethan and doesn’t cut him any slack. Even at 4 years-old, Ethan recognizes and respects someone who will speak truth into his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few weeks ago we were at our church softball game on Monday night. Gerry is the pitcher for the team, and has the nickname, 'The Rocket'. (Our youth pastor, Phil, even has an autographed softball in his office that Gerry signed) Ethan saw “Mr. Block” stretching before the game, without saying a word he went over to where Gerry was and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;started &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SJCAya7A0II/AAAAAAAAABg/RTLUH9BaiIU/s1600-h/Ethan+and+Gerry+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228820771085799554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SJCAya7A0II/AAAAAAAAABg/RTLUH9BaiIU/s320/Ethan+and+Gerry+001.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;imitating every move that Gerry was making. Gerry modeled and Ethan wanted to follow. Don't underestimate the influence you have on the people you come in contact with everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if everyone in your church, or everyone in your city imitated you in your walk with God. What would your church be like? What would our world be like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May everyone see Jesus in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May you be the revelation of God to the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May your life so closely reflect the life of Jesus, that you can say with Paul, "Imitate me, just as I also imitate Christ." 1 Cor. 11:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-4604003577861774496?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/4604003577861774496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=4604003577861774496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/4604003577861774496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/4604003577861774496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/07/influence.html' title='Influence'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SJCAya7A0II/AAAAAAAAABg/RTLUH9BaiIU/s72-c/Ethan+and+Gerry+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-941619305299988957</id><published>2008-07-24T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:26:48.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things in the Hands of a Big God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week I’ve been part of a Royal Family Kids’ Camp. This is a camp with the mission and purpose of creating positive memories for abused and neglected children. We’ve seen God do amazing things this week. One of them reminded me of Jesus’ words in Luke 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 “Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins? And not one of them is forgotten before God. 7 But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. Luke 12:6-7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows.&lt;br /&gt;God knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;God knows everything and cares about the little things in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things like hairs on your head. (I’m concerned about the little hairs on my head, too.) He is concerned about things that frustrate you and effect you in other ways. This week, I learned that retainers fall into that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our Royal Family campers left their retainer on the lunch tray and it was tossed in the garbage. About two hours later, we got a call on the radio asking for help finding the retainer in one of two HUGE dumpsters. Just before we started, I told the camper and one other counselor, “We’re going to need some help with this. Let’s pray.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that was a step of faith. A retainer in two dumpsters is very similar to a needle in a haystack. But I know it’s in there, and God knows where it is. My prayer was something like this, “God, I know you know everything. I know you care about (camper). Please help us find this retainer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking that was a foolish prayer, but I really believe God wants to reveal Himself to us, maybe especially to kids who have had a rough start in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess the end of the story? In about 10 minutes, we found the retainer. God cares about the little things in your life, be it hair, or lost items. God hears our prayers, and He wants to reveal Himself in impossible situations. That’s when He really shines. Put the ‘little things’ of your life in His hands today and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-941619305299988957?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/941619305299988957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=941619305299988957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/941619305299988957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/941619305299988957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-things-in-hands-of-big-god.html' title='Little Things in the Hands of a Big God'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-6809587953827456438</id><published>2008-07-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:39:03.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>What Not To Wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other day I had to run to Wal-Mart to get some paint for one of the bedrooms in our house. Grace, my adorable, precious, sweet, lovable three-year-old granddaughter asked, “Can I go with you, Papa?” Of course, I couldn’t refuse. It’s nice to be loved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright,” I said, “you can go with me.” But I wasn’t prepared for what came next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you going to change your shirt?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong with my shirt?” “It’s not dirty,” I reasoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go change your shirt,” she said in a tone of voice and with a look that said, “No, really. Change your shirt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A three-year-old is telling me ‘what not to wear’ and refusing to be seen in public with me unless I change shirts. I had to laugh. It makes me wonder what everyone else is thinking about my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;This was a very ‘normal’ looking shirt, I think. But, if I was going to keep company with Grace, if she was going to be associated with me, I had to change shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of the Apostle Paul. He told the church in Ephesus ‘what not to wear’. If they were going to keep company with him and be associated with Jesus, they had to change, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…put off, … the old man which grows corrupt … and put on the new man which was created according to God, in true righteousness and holiness.” Eph. 4:22-24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He went on to encourage them to:&lt;br /&gt;Put off lying, put on the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Put off stealing, and put on honest work.&lt;br /&gt;Put off corrupt speech, and put on words that edify.&lt;br /&gt;Put off bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor and evil speaking, and put on kindness, tenderness, and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve changed a lot since I started following Jesus, but not enough. We all need people in our lives who will bluntly tell us that if we’re going to be associated with Jesus, we have to change, because what we’re wearing, . . . what people are seeing doesn’t match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you need to ‘put off’ today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my shirt, and Grace and I had a great time at the store. She was proud to be seen with her Papa, and we split a bag of M&amp;amp;M’s. (Don’t tell Cindy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-6809587953827456438?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/6809587953827456438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=6809587953827456438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6809587953827456438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6809587953827456438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-not-to-wear.html' title='What Not To Wear'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-1900123823742149138</id><published>2008-07-08T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T05:19:56.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SHNZtaH6h5I/AAAAAAAAABA/Vknh2CzbAdc/s1600-h/DSC02365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220615029694039954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="212" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SHNZtaH6h5I/AAAAAAAAABA/Vknh2CzbAdc/s320/DSC02365.JPG" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This last weekend, Cindy and I went with friends to the "Taste of Chicago." Basically, it was a day of catching up with (not too) old friends, and sampling different foods down by the lakefront. Lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we walked past booth after booth of food and smelled the combined aromas of Italian, Mexican, Cajun, Chicagoan and You Name It food, each vendor had a 'Taste of Chicago' portion of their specialty. A small amount for a small price. With the 'taste', your not really committing to eat a whole meal of a certain food, just a sample, to see if you'll like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are some foods that you don't know if you will like, until you try it. Like, mustard-fried catfish. I liked it. Cindy wouldn't even try it. She's really not an adventurous eater. (We did both pass on the 'goat burger'.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reminded of the psalmists words, "Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good; Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!" (Psalm 34:8) This encouragement comes from someone who sampled relationship with God, discovered how good He is and encouraged everyone, "Try Him, you'll like Him!" We went to the "Taste of Chicago" because our friends had been before. They invited us to go with them and assured us, "It is good." Since we know and trust our friends, we tried it, and we liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have a relationship with God, you know that He is good, all the time. My parents encouraged me to 'taste and see' God. I encouraged my wife before she knew God. We've encouraged our kids and many others over the years. When you find something that's really good, you want to share it with your friends, don't you? We're having a couple over tonight for 'Tri-tip', a delicious cut of beef that we want to share with our friends. Who could you encourage today to taste and see the goodness of God?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoying the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-1900123823742149138?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/1900123823742149138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=1900123823742149138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1900123823742149138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1900123823742149138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/07/taste-and-see.html' title='Taste and See'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SHNZtaH6h5I/AAAAAAAAABA/Vknh2CzbAdc/s72-c/DSC02365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-6781487003059043418</id><published>2008-07-03T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:44:03.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad turned 80 this week. Fourscore-years-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born before the stock market crash of ’29. Born before WWII, before TV and long before space travel, the internet and blogs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some of my dad’s physical characteristics, like a plateau on my nose that identifies me as the unmistakable offspring of George Eichler. I’m emotional, just like him, and the older I get, Cindy tells me more frequently, “You’re just like your dad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is a man of integrity. He once reused a postage stamp that hadn’t been cancelled (when they were about 11 cents) and felt so guilty, he went to the Post Office, bought a stamp, and threw it away. He and Uncle Sam are all even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is a man who has a love for people. He pastored a home missions church in Idaho where he was the janitor, plumber, lawn mower, Sunday School teacher, and preacher. Why? So he could have a window into people’s lives to tell them about the God who loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is a man who doesn’t strive for men’s approval, but lives for God’s alone. As a teenager I thought he had made a poor career choice, I found out later he was just obeying God by leaving a larger church and moving to a small town. Other opportunities came and went, but dad stayed. . . right where God wanted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I’m like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who knows the power of prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who weeps at the presence of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219019365227064722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SG2udgw-bZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JsjuwRgZQWI/s320/DSC00055.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who can’t talk about his family or God’s blessings without being moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, there may be no greater compliment, “Like father, like son.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-6781487003059043418?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/6781487003059043418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=6781487003059043418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6781487003059043418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/6781487003059043418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SG2udgw-bZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JsjuwRgZQWI/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-8579641865280364727</id><published>2008-07-03T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:41:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We’re reading through the New Testament this year, and a few weeks ago we were in John 19 and there, right between the crucifixion and the resurrection was a man for whom this one day was a life-defining moment of faith. If you’re not familiar with the story, take a minute and read John 19:38-41.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of other Joseph’s in the Bible, all we know of Joseph of Arimathea is contained in four very short passages, one in each gospel, recording this one day, this one act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture tells us that Joseph was a member of the Jewish council and that he disagreed with the council’s condemnation of Jesus. We know he was a rich man who was waiting for the coming of the kingdom of God. He was secretly a disciple of Jesus and on this day at least, a man of courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a life-defining moment of faith takes place in one day, but we never know which day it will be. This was Joseph’s day. Joseph’s faith led him up to this moment. His love for Jesus had begun long before. He had been following Jesus, listening to His teaching. His courage had been building, but on this day, he didn’t care what the Jewish council thought, he didn’t care what Pilate might do to him. This was his moment. He was a secret follower no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows when your ‘one day’ will be. Maybe you’ve already had it. Maybe God is preparing you for your faith moment tomorrow, or next month. Here is what struck me about Joseph. The month before … the week before . . . the day before, was just another day. We never know when our ‘day’ will come. But, if we don’t live today as a disciple, . . . and every day as a disciple, . . . if we don’t live today waiting for the kingdom, purifying ourselves, looking and hoping for His return, if we are not hearing His word today and letting our faith grow, we may never have our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 6:66-69 – From that time many of His disciples went back and walked with Him no more. 67 Then Jesus said to the twelve, “Do you also want to go away?”&lt;br /&gt;68 But Simon Peter answered Him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. 69 Also we have come to believe and know that You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing to me that there were disciples who quit following Jesus. They quit believing in Him, and we never read of them again. They didn’t have their defining moment of faith, because they quit following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really believe and know that Jesus is the Son of the living God, you will not stop following. If you really believe and know that His words are the words of eternal life, you will not stop hearing and obeying his words. Things can get tough. There may be things you don’t understand, but if you know that Jesus is the Son of God, where else are you going to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world is full of Josephs who missed their life-defining faith moment because they fell away. They loved the world instead of the Lord. Don’t give up. Don’t let the storms blow you over or the waves distract you. Keep growing, keep serving and be ready today for God to reveal Himself through your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you know that you know, and may that compel you to continue to follow, looking forward to your one day when your faith comes spilling out for everyone to see. Your day may be today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-8579641865280364727?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/8579641865280364727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=8579641865280364727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8579641865280364727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8579641865280364727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-1593857417513780870</id><published>2008-07-01T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:28:52.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Covered or Clean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven’t really been anywhere, but we’ve been busy getting our basement back together after the Flood of ’08. (See my Good Hands, My Foot blog below if you missed it). All of our carpet in the basement and the pad underneath was saturated with storm water. The squishing sound of water between your toes is wonderful on the beach, not so good in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to suck the water out with wet-dry vacs and the Rug Doctor, but while everything looked ok on the surface, underneath the damp pad began to smell. At first it wasn’t very noticeable. Just a damp, musty smell, then a little stronger each day. Finally, we had to take drastic measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything came out of the basement and up came the carpet. One room was so bad that we threw everything away. The rest of the carpet was salvageable, but the ‘aromatic’ pad had to go. When something is rotten in your house, even if you can’t see it, … even if it’s covered with something that looks okay, eventually, the rotting smell will reveal the hidden filth and decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy grabbed the bleach and the mop and went to town. She was going to clean the problem, not just allow it to be covered up. I know how she cleans, and no germ has a chance. We could eat off of that floor now. We could, but we won’t. We had a new pad installed and the carpet re-laid in most of the basement, and new carpet in the one really bad room. Everything is just like new. Just like it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the same way with our spiritual lives. It never works to try to cover up our sins. Before long, even if everything looks okay on the outside, the stench of sin becomes evident, first to us, then to those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1 Corinthians 6, Paul lists a number of disgusting sins that are a stench to God. Some in the church in Corinth had past lives that were covered in the filth of these sins. But they hadn’t just been covered, they had been cleansed. Paul encourages them, . . . &lt;em&gt;But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God. 1 Cor. 6:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other ‘clean’ scriptures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, 26 that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word, Eph. 5:25-26&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin. 1 John 1:7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the cleansing blood of Jesus. I’d rather have my sin cleaned up than covered up. There’s a major difference in the smell, and I want my life to be a pleasing aroma to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-1593857417513780870?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/1593857417513780870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=1593857417513780870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1593857417513780870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/1593857417513780870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/07/covered-or-clean.html' title='Covered or Clean?'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-2143240819021573915</id><published>2008-06-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:41:30.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Children’s children are the crown of old men, ... Proverbs 17:6 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father’s Day. One day. Out of 366 days (this year), fathers get one day of honor, recognition and appreciation. Clowns get a whole week, (the first week in August) and chickens get a month (September). I guess I feel a little better that mothers only get a day, too. They definitely deserve a whole month. Thanksgiving only gets a day, too. That’s not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if every day was Father’s Day, it would lose some of its ‘specialness.’ It’s nice to be appreciated and get those funny cards. My cards this year said something about me being the nut that started the family tree, and one hilarious, yet derogatory commentary on my golf game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, four to be exact, Father’s Day took on a new dimension. That was the year I became a grandfather. Okay, technically it’s one generation removed from being a father, but it’s still the same bloodline, and I want some credit. The grandkids wouldn’t be here without me. This year, I am blessed to have three grandchildren on Father's Day. I am thrice blessed, thrice crowned. Sure they are almost always louder than my decibel comfort level, and they can make a mess out of a clean house in a few short hours, but there is nothing quite like the joy of grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or two ago, our oldest grandchild, Ethan, was talking on and on about his best friend. He has been known to have those random 4 yr-old thought patterns. Add to that his active imagination and creativity and you can only imagine the conversations we have. We never know what's coming next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, he kept going on and on about his best friend. Someone in the room finally asked him, "Who is your best friend?" He looked around the room, pointed to me and said, "Papa." In that moment, Ethan could have asked for the moon and Papa would have figured out a way to get it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been known to butt heads a few times, Ethan and I. Probably because we’re too much alike. Then there is that 42 year age difference. But love is more powerful, more tolerable, more forgiving. Love bridges generation gaps and volume preferences and being splashed with water from the pool. Peter was right&lt;em&gt;..."love will cover a multitude of sins." 1 Pet. 4:8.&lt;/em&gt; Ethan still loves me, and I'm his best friend...at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Ethan. I hope I'm always one of your best friends. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SFfgqKYPU7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lQOF1dnQyvg/s1600-h/grandkids.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212882108649788338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="226" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SFfgqKYPU7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lQOF1dnQyvg/s320/grandkids.bmp" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa loves you, Grace, my little princess.&lt;br /&gt;I love you little Taylor. (TayTay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blessed to be able to see you take your first steps and learn to ride a bike and throw a ball and run and laugh and play. You are the crown of this 'old' man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-2143240819021573915?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/2143240819021573915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=2143240819021573915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2143240819021573915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/2143240819021573915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-best-friend.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZerSrS2GAAQ/SFfgqKYPU7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lQOF1dnQyvg/s72-c/grandkids.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-8393956369340426912</id><published>2008-06-13T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:42:40.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guideline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tile'/><title type='text'>The Parable of the Tile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Based on a true story...&lt;/strong&gt;A friend of mine from California has a number of residential properties. He told me this true story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The workman diligently prepared the floor for the new tile he was about to install. When clean and clear of all junk, debris and old nails, he begins. After about five feet of tile have been laid, another worker in the house asks, "What are those chalk lines for?" The workman answers eagerly and explains that earlier in the day his supervisor, with the help of laser technology had snapped a perfectly square chalk line as a guide to ensure the new tiles are straight and true throughout the whole house. "I know what the lines are for," the other worker said, "I was just checking to see if you knew. You might want to stand up and look at your tiles from here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sure enough, when the workman stood up and looked, the tiles were crooked and getting further away from the line with each row. "I just got so caught up with laying tile after tile that I forgot to look at the guideline," the workman said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moral of the story&lt;/strong&gt; - God is the Supervisor. The perfectly snapped lines are His Word. We must continually be evaluating and adjusting our lives to the guideline of the Scriptures. Don't get so caught up with life that you forget to keep an eye on the line to make sure you're not getting off track. Just a little variation each day and you'll find yourself way off the mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a workman who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth.&lt;/em&gt; 2 Tim. 2:15 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The King James Version says &lt;em&gt;"Study to shew thyself approved..."&lt;/em&gt; Study. It doesn't happen by accident. You set aside time, devote your thoughts and energy to give careful consideration and application to God's Guidelines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An added caution for parents.&lt;/strong&gt; If those first few tiles are crooked, it's all but impossible to straighten out the whole project later. Check your guidelines frequently...daily. I don't want you or your kids to turn out crooked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;David&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/655535425469770503-8393956369340426912?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/8393956369340426912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=8393956369340426912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8393956369340426912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/8393956369340426912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/06/based-on-true-story.html' title='The Parable of the Tile'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655535425469770503.post-9184037844664513411</id><published>2008-06-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:44:33.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allstate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good hands'/><title type='text'>Good Hands, My Foot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re in Good Hands with Allstate.&lt;/strong&gt; This insurance company slogan is one of the longest running and most recognizable in the business world. I found out that this slogan is just that, a slogan that is meant to sell insurance, but that’s all. The ‘good hands’ of Allstate let me down this week. I discovered that my homeowners insurance policy doesn’t cover water damage, no matter how that water got into your basement. So, following the 10 inches of rain last weekend, we have wet stuff at the curb that is a loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counting my blessings&lt;/strong&gt; - Our house didn’t float down the river or take on several inches or even several feet of water. There are many people who suffered much greater at the hands of the storm than we did at the hands of Allstate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The really good hands&lt;/strong&gt; - The ‘good hands’ slogan reminds me of the only pair of hands you can always depend on, always trust. These are loving, caring, strong, faithful hands. These are not human hands, but the hands of God.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your "Storm Story", you can reach out for God’s hand, and it is always there. Jesus went through storms on the Sea of Galilee with His disciples, and God is in the middle of your storm, too. He wants to shelter you and hide you under His wings. Don’t make the mistake of running from God when the winds pick up. Run to Him. He really loves you. He may speak to the winds and waves, "Peace, be still," or He may hold you close and comfort you as you ride out the storm. Either way, you’re in God’s hands. There is no better place to be, no matter what the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Ps. 16:11 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Your right hand has held me up, ...Ps. 18:35 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show Your marvelous lovingkindness by Your right hand, Ps. 17:7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The right hand of the LORD is exalted; The right hand of the LORD does valiantly. Ps. 118:16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you know the comfort, protection, safety and love of the only truly ‘good hands.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the Journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655535425469770503-9184037844664513411?l=deichler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/feeds/9184037844664513411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655535425469770503&amp;postID=9184037844664513411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/9184037844664513411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655535425469770503/posts/default/9184037844664513411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deichler.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-hands-my-foot.html' title='Good Hands, My Foot!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01079236645768691852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
