tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69089798074479930732024-02-20T10:44:52.896-08:00Naked EyeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6908979807447993073.post-75366584738512992882008-11-21T01:00:00.000-08:002008-11-21T21:48:53.898-08:00The Suffering of Jesus<a href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:VN1dIG3-6CKNIM:http://brotherpeacemaker.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/jesus-lynching-day.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:VN1dIG3-6CKNIM:http://brotherpeacemaker.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/jesus-lynching-day.jpg" border="0" /></a><img style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:A_ZWhD-pwP-rJM:http://www.drreevesonline.com/Jesus%" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSQ_zOG1BzOiDkm9hIe8IGCzjgjHnPFPysUj3tXHYEIHKzrnxThhhF_oVM03XfO2G8NV7A4ugFXTgDnLUXCUaHG468-6NHTnpoKXp5MyGB49x_oju-6xku58t6A9XCLjaKbkPN0dB9xA/s320/Christ"><img style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSQ_zOG1BzOiDkm9hIe8IGCzjgjHnPFPysUj3tXHYEIHKzrnxThhhF_oVM03XfO2G8NV7A4ugFXTgDnLUXCUaHG468-6NHTnpoKXp5MyGB49x_oju-6xku58t6A9XCLjaKbkPN0dB9xA/s320/Christ%25" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnI33b-y61dw20rbFlWjG2YEdikYyjDEneqIoGH5ULNUMRZlSWgh1mOHZ_dpZF8lEJla1k49k5RU59js4sAIR5De9VH7M-wGwW05kgootaLALpVNM0PDrtZHLprvZKzqK0XpLKLYT0qc/s1600-h/ggj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271033629266092658" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnI33b-y61dw20rbFlWjG2YEdikYyjDEneqIoGH5ULNUMRZlSWgh1mOHZ_dpZF8lEJla1k49k5RU59js4sAIR5De9VH7M-wGwW05kgootaLALpVNM0PDrtZHLprvZKzqK0XpLKLYT0qc/s400/ggj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;">"Christ . . . suffered for you, leaving you an example for you to follow in His steps, who committed no sin, nor was any deceit found in His mouth; and while being reviled, He did not revile in return; while suffering, He uttered no threats, but kept entrusting Himself to Him who judges righteously."<br /><br />The suffering of Christ sets the standard for the suffering of Christians. The greater our suffering for righteousness in this life, the greater our glory in the life to come.<br />Jesus was executed as a criminal on a cross. Yet He was guilty of no crime--no wrong, no trespass, no sin.<br /><br />He never had an evil thought or spoke an evil word. His was the most unjust execution ever perpetrated on a human being. Yet it shows us that though a person may be perfectly within the will of God--greatly loved and gifted, perfectly righteous and obedient--he may still experience unjust suffering. Like Jesus he may be misunderstood, misrepresented, hated, persecuted, and even murdered.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6908979807447993073.post-35610358569268342712008-11-18T21:24:00.000-08:002008-11-21T21:49:24.215-08:00gRaduation Day<div align="center"><span style="color:#66cccc;">We’re graduating, and we know</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Our lives will be different and new;<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">We’re going out into the world,<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Our goals and dreams to pursue.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But one thing will never, ever change,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">As we go our separate ways;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">The friends we’ve made in school will be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Our friends for the rest of our days.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">The special ties and attachments we’ve made,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">These bonds will never be broken;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">We’ll continue to feel the closeness,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Though words may not be spoken.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">So it’s not "goodbye," but rather "farewell;"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">I’ll see you again, my friend.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Your friendship means a lot to me,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">And it will never end.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6908979807447993073.post-54810791941780551072008-11-18T00:43:00.000-08:002008-11-21T21:50:03.463-08:00A heart made of stone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdepyv3H84QcvYR_nvrEvRP0SwFf0AuAp7sqKdXvX1twkUf1IiqHEDv1nYfRmObJ_VfYESzi6CyW7kD5JQjV8jPzocbOc1Bl3Fh4LKVTo5HJRL1RHkPMjr5DSHoIkmBAv_-rSouEB46NQ/s1600-h/sasd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270625757262512338" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdepyv3H84QcvYR_nvrEvRP0SwFf0AuAp7sqKdXvX1twkUf1IiqHEDv1nYfRmObJ_VfYESzi6CyW7kD5JQjV8jPzocbOc1Bl3Fh4LKVTo5HJRL1RHkPMjr5DSHoIkmBAv_-rSouEB46NQ/s400/sasd.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIyHtZvgby4oysxNq2xK0gmCvndWD5XO9hzDxOF5cE1g6aSVoBSVRLBor1gVdNpIeN-VzfptFyoTFiojuNAqAGeQTMzD8tsGayvC5qupQpO2idRwvei94E6OoFdTew098MUHMF7VMiGc/s1600-h/CACJIPMD.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270626027994038162" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIyHtZvgby4oysxNq2xK0gmCvndWD5XO9hzDxOF5cE1g6aSVoBSVRLBor1gVdNpIeN-VzfptFyoTFiojuNAqAGeQTMzD8tsGayvC5qupQpO2idRwvei94E6OoFdTew098MUHMF7VMiGc/s320/CACJIPMD.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#660000;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#660000;">Words like deadly venoms<br />queeze from my heart<br />the last remnants of the love<br />I once held for you<br /><br />They say a man is known best<br />by the way he treats a former love<br />and reading your verse<br />I believe those words to be true<br /><br />All at once the full magnitude<br />of your cold and callous heart<br />is revealed, crystal clear<br />The words you threw at me<br />at our final goodbye-<br />I never loved you<br />-are indeed true,<br />I was just to blind to see<br /><br />I grasp the warm hands<br />of the ones I hold dear<br />as the pull me out off<br />the dark an lonely hell I was in<br />from the day you stole my heart<br />and as we walk off<br />to greet the new sunrise<br />I look back one last time<br />upon the angel,<br />with the heart made of stone</span> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6908979807447993073.post-26215837631196630202008-11-16T21:17:00.000-08:002008-11-21T21:51:00.439-08:00An EntrapmentMy love, I have tried with all my being to<br />grasp a form comparable to thine own,<br />but nothing seems worthy;<br /><br />I know now why Shakespeare could not<br />compare his love to a summer’s day.<br />It would be a crime to denounce the beauty<br />of such a creature as thee,<br />to simply cast away the precision<br />God had placed in forging you.<br /><br />Each facet of your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">being whether</span> it physical or spiritual<br />is an ensnarement from which there is no release.<br />But I do not wish release.<br />I wish to stay entrapped forever.<br />With you for all eternity.<br />Our hearts, always as one.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6908979807447993073.post-23918464362502584742008-11-16T21:14:00.000-08:002008-11-21T21:52:01.909-08:00A Special WorldA special world for you and me<br />A special bond one cannot see<br />It wraps us up in its cocoon<br />And holds us fiercely in its womb.<br />Its fingers spread like fine spun gold<br />Gently nestling us to the fold<br />Like silken thread it holds us fast<br />Bonds like this are meant to last.<br />And though at times a thread may break<br />A new one forms in its wake<br />To bind us closer and keep us strong<br />In a special world, where we belong.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0