<?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-5979752227994629610</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:03:50.651-08:00</updated><category term='lake'/><category term='mondo'/><category term='man'/><category term='growth'/><category term='Titus'/><category term='character'/><category term='falls'/><category term='Serene'/><category term='hike'/><category term='Bridalveil'/><title type='text'>Trail Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AVU</name><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-7573807523433201631</id><published>2011-03-16T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:15:03.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVQ-l-VGbXo/TYGjYXFnc9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eaDB0VvZCUY/s1600/CIMG3761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVQ-l-VGbXo/TYGjYXFnc9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eaDB0VvZCUY/s200/CIMG3761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584924651825886162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce my wife:  Margaret and I married in 1973 and God has blessed us with 6 children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret is a teacher.  She taught school while I attended seminary, homeschooled all of our kids and now has taught 6th grade at Grace Academy in Marysville, WA for the past 5 years.  She loves to exercise, read, teach, read Scripture, play her flute and enjoy her family.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plwYSDwWuFY/TYGfiE2wUpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cwXMZntcsHs/s1600/082407%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plwYSDwWuFY/TYGfiE2wUpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cwXMZntcsHs/s200/082407%2B037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584920420683895442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children are all grown and scattering around the country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9IBEv0IINg/TYGgDfePkKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/O1mADNn6E5Q/s1600/Ubbens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9IBEv0IINg/TYGgDfePkKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/O1mADNn6E5Q/s200/Ubbens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584920994764525730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, Kim, Jason and Aaron live near us in Smokey Point, WA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhOboj3Uo_8/TYGmShYb6rI/AAAAAAAAARM/sMAhasfDqfQ/s1600/CIMG1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhOboj3Uo_8/TYGmShYb6rI/AAAAAAAAARM/sMAhasfDqfQ/s200/CIMG1623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584927850044844722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Angie are expecting their first child this summer and they live in Colorado Springs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wE93nAVjoFA/TYGgxgiQ1sI/AAAAAAAAAQk/eqZ38AK9eTw/s1600/CIMG1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wE93nAVjoFA/TYGgxgiQ1sI/AAAAAAAAAQk/eqZ38AK9eTw/s200/CIMG1458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584921785323804354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and Janie Hartfelder live in Michigan and they are also expecting their first child in early summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-ySVrJz6DA/TYGiX39zZUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v--oOLP1ruE/s1600/Annie%2527s%2Bpics-Michighan%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-ySVrJz6DA/TYGiX39zZUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v--oOLP1ruE/s200/Annie%2527s%2Bpics-Michighan%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584923543959987522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, David and Annie are all living in or near our house in Everett, WA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvlDKl4qdhw/TYGj_n78j6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JZSNbcMk2-Y/s1600/CIMG0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvlDKl4qdhw/TYGj_n78j6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JZSNbcMk2-Y/s200/CIMG0442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584925326363627426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rejoice in the blessings God has given us as a family.  To Him be glory and praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-7573807523433201631?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7573807523433201631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=7573807523433201631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/7573807523433201631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/7573807523433201631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/family-introduction.html' title='Family Introduction'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/-AVQ-l-VGbXo/TYGjYXFnc9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eaDB0VvZCUY/s72-c/CIMG3761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-1528310051863197704</id><published>2011-03-16T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:38:57.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When one member is suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fKlB903h8c/TYGc9KJMxyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1ojepG0P3N4/s1600/bogtrail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fKlB903h8c/TYGc9KJMxyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1ojepG0P3N4/s320/bogtrail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584917587425019682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering is painful for those going through it.  We do not enjoy the process, yet the process has helpful results.  I injured my knee some 6 weeks ago and so now I am going through physical therapy and exercises to get the think working correctly again.  The knee is a small part of the body, but so essential.  It is amazing how many things one cannot do when the knee is not right.  And so, another lesson in the place that each of us has in Christ's body.  We cannot get along by ourselves unless we do damage to the body as a whole.  And we are in need of other parts of the body to compensate for us when we are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that this knee gets knit together well again soon.  I have some mountains to climb again this summer.  I am looking forward to getting fit in the spring after being off of my exercise the past few weeks.  I am not walking the trails right now, but looking ahead to the time when through patience and perseverance I can walk physical trails because I have learned spiritual lessons alongside the trail.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDQnNxPDzCk/TYGeKkiPimI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bKBw-DNqims/s1600/CIMG1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDQnNxPDzCk/TYGeKkiPimI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bKBw-DNqims/s320/CIMG1374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584918917359307362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the trail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-1528310051863197704?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1528310051863197704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=1528310051863197704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/1528310051863197704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/1528310051863197704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-one-member-is-suffering.html' title='When one member is suffering'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/-7fKlB903h8c/TYGc9KJMxyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1ojepG0P3N4/s72-c/bogtrail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-907586720267542843</id><published>2010-08-09T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:21:09.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Mountain Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TGQ2zZVHRwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/c-J1doPBBEg/s1600/CIMG1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TGQ2zZVHRwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/c-J1doPBBEg/s320/CIMG1374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504584901154260738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT.  Hiked to my first mountain elevation of 14,000+ unassisted by pack animals or sherpas.  Mount Cameron Colorado.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned on the trail: &lt;br /&gt;When it is too tough and the air too thin, take only one step at a time and rest in between - called the rest step.  Takes a long time, but it works.  I put my nose in the trail and disciplined myself to breath, step and keep going.  Than after a few minutes you look up and see where you have gone.  What a thrill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exertion and high altitude fill the body with adrenalin and it takes a while to come down from that.  On the way home from a hike I am usually doing all I can to stay awake and if someone else drives, I am asleep in minutes.  This time I was fully awake, no joint pain, talking, involved, active and very surprised.  When we returned home, the same feeling kept on.  Lasted until about 2:30AM which became quite annoying.  My skin felt like it was 100 degrees and very tingly.  I took a glass of water and sipped on it for a half hour and then sleep came.  I have never felt anything like that before.  Not sure I am anxious to repeat it, especially if it takes the same effort as this time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with God is like hiking the hills - one step at a time and constant effort with Him giving the strength for each step.  What a great day of hiking accomplishment - of spiritual development - of personal growth.  I accomplished something I never would have thought possible with strength I did not possess.  This has helped make my summer a time of spiritual renewal.  Praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-907586720267542843?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/907586720267542843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=907586720267542843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/907586720267542843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/907586720267542843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/rocky-mountain-trail.html' title='Rocky Mountain Trail'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TGQ2zZVHRwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/c-J1doPBBEg/s72-c/CIMG1374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-1012671152178021033</id><published>2010-07-11T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:47:14.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Scripture Heritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TDqd-ieWzFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S6T3w2XkbBA/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-08+at+12.22.28+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TDqd-ieWzFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S6T3w2XkbBA/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-08+at+12.22.28+AM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492876393263320146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some work done by Chadi Moussi and me as we work to illustrate the teaching of inspiration in Scripture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WE GOT OUR BIBLE&lt;br /&gt; The Bible we have is inspired by God. The word inspiration comes from a Greek word meaning “God-breathed.”      ( 2 Timothy 3:16).  Words that are inspired by God are exactly what God wanted to be said. God the Holy Spirit inspired Scripture, not people. The authors of the Bible were moved by the Holy Spirit so that they wrote the exact words that God wanted them to write within their own styles. ( 2 Peter 1:20-21)  The scope of the Bible’s inspiration is plenary verbal inspiration, which means that every single word of Scripture was exactly as God intended.  &lt;br /&gt;God is the source of this process of inspiration, causing the original autographs to be inerrant. Scribes and others copied the Bible, producing copies that were accurate.  These copies were then taken, copied repeatedly, and translated. People since then have preached and taught the Word, are illuminated and then apply biblical principles into their lives.  This entire process produces an infallible Scripture which will never lead astray those who trust in it.  We can say without apology “I have an accurate English translation of an accurate copy of God’s written, inspired Word.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE STEPS TO BIBLE STUDY AND PRAYER’S IMPORTANCE&lt;br /&gt; The first step of Bible study is Observation. Observation is when you ask the question What does it say?. When doing observation, we find out what is in the text and ask a lot of questions in order to better understand it. The second step of Bible study is Interpretation. Interpretation is when you ask the question What does it mean? We must make sure to have a correct interpretation of the Bible; otherwise, we can mislead ourselves when we go to apply it. The third and final step of Bible study is Application. Application is when we ask How does it apply to me? We cannot just be satisfied with knowing what there is to know; we must take what we study in the Bible and apply it to our lives. &lt;br /&gt; What is prayer? For true Christians, prayer is “communion with God”. Through prayer we actually experience relationship with God. Prayer is talking, listening, and enjoying the presence of God. We pray because we love God, because we depend on God in order to resist temptation and most importantly because He commands us to. Before studying the Bible it is vital that we pray for God’s guidance since He is the author of the text.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             WRONG VIEWS OF BIBLE STUDY&lt;br /&gt; There are many reasons why people don’t study the Bible. Some might say, “I need something that works”. The problem of relevance may be the number one reason that people are not studying God’s Word today. God’s revelation is as alive and working today as it was when it was first delivered. Some say “I don’t know how”. The problem of technique is also common; we’ve been saturated with visual images, and we’re losing our ability to read. Studying the Bible can be easy if you put forth time and effort; if you don’t know how, then learn. Another response is I’m just a layman. Many people think they understand the basics, but don’t work on uncovering His truths. They think they can’t do it because they aren’t preachers. You don’t need professional training to understand the Bible. A very common excuse is I just don’t have time. If we find ourselves saying this, then ask yourself where the Bible fits on your list of priorities. We must learn that the study of the Word is not an option - it’s an essential. Others say I have my doubts about the Bible. These people ask if the Bible is reliable and authoritative; we must learn that it is completely reliable, and the more we study it, the more consistent and reasonable it turns out to be. One last wrong view is I can’t seem to make it interesting. It is very difficult to get people excited about one’s own insights into the Word.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; An excellent resource for Bible study is the web site http://preceptaustin.org/   Here you will find helpful word studies, commentary and resources to enrich your personal Bible study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-1012671152178021033?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1012671152178021033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=1012671152178021033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/1012671152178021033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/1012671152178021033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-scripture-heritage.html' title='Our Scripture Heritage'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TDqd-ieWzFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S6T3w2XkbBA/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-08+at+12.22.28+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-4337710451577045947</id><published>2010-06-24T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:30:43.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goat Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQsIQMSWrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zFstG062yrw/s1600/CIMG2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQsIQMSWrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zFstG062yrw/s320/CIMG2122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486558766341184178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQqSlhMLpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TPDQD4EmxOc/s1600/CIMG2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQqSlhMLpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TPDQD4EmxOc/s320/CIMG2219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486556744841440914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQqSCdyGpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wbe6xDaDEUE/s1600/CIMG2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQqSCdyGpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wbe6xDaDEUE/s320/CIMG2242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486556735431907986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superior day with perfect Northwest weather.  Low 70's, dry, cloudy for most of the day and sunbreaks included.  5.2 miles one way along a rather easy trail for most of the distance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said the last half "rudely switchbacks" up to the lake.  Perhaps it was because during that time one's tongue was hanging out - - I don't know.  Jonathan, Annie, Margaret and I made a day trip out of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQqRYsT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/O_Wbkw4rSPo/s1600/CIMG2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQqRYsT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/O_Wbkw4rSPo/s320/CIMG2174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486556724218552722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Included some pondering at the lake - - that is leaning back against a tree and taking in all of God's power and grandeur on display before us.  Lots of mining in the area 100 years ago, and a small settlement, which is now gone.  Huge cedar trees along the way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQqTOSVliI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5PeT4FzN-o0/s1600/CIMG2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQqTOSVliI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5PeT4FzN-o0/s320/CIMG2140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486556755784996386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of God's beauty and creativity on display as we traveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Great Quote&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hiker can go without combing his hair or shaving and will be accepted as perfectly normal. He can get dirty and his friends will still speak to him jovially. His clothes may be in tatters, and people will think nothing of it. If there happens to be a little rock dust on his shirt or trousers, or if his clothes are a trifle torn, so much the better. Of such stuff are hiking heroes made. The hiker doesn’t have to have to talk very much, say witty things, hold a glass in his hands, or laugh lightly at banalities. His is a world of opposites, and no one cares or worries about it. —ANN and MYRON SUTTON, The Appalachian Trail: Wilderness on the Doorstep, 1967&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-4337710451577045947?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4337710451577045947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=4337710451577045947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4337710451577045947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4337710451577045947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/goat-lake.html' title='Goat Lake'/><author><name>AVU</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TCQsIQMSWrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zFstG062yrw/s72-c/CIMG2122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-1768024265856115897</id><published>2010-06-18T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:43:58.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Blind Men and an Elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TBuO177nZII/AAAAAAAAANw/YxuwiYFjeHk/s1600/Segmentation+-+elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TBuO177nZII/AAAAAAAAANw/YxuwiYFjeHk/s320/Segmentation+-+elephant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484134028525659266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Blind Men and the Elephant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Godfrey Saxe's ( 1816-1887) version of the famous Indian legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was six men of Indostan&lt;br /&gt;To learning much inclined,&lt;br /&gt;Who went to see the Elephant&lt;br /&gt;(Though all of them were blind),&lt;br /&gt;That each by observation&lt;br /&gt;Might satisfy his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First approach'd the Elephant,&lt;br /&gt;And happening to fall&lt;br /&gt;Against his broad and sturdy side,&lt;br /&gt;At once began to bawl:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh bless me! but the Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Is very like a wall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second, feeling of the tusk,&lt;br /&gt;Cried, -"Ho! what have we here&lt;br /&gt;So very round and smooth and sharp?&lt;br /&gt;To me 'tis mighty clear&lt;br /&gt;This wonder of an Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Is very like a spear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third approached the animal,&lt;br /&gt;And happening to take&lt;br /&gt;The squirming trunk within his hands,&lt;br /&gt;Thus boldly up and spake:&lt;br /&gt;"I see," quoth he, "the Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Is very like a snake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fourth reached out his eager hand,&lt;br /&gt;And felt about the knee.&lt;br /&gt;"What most this wondrous beast is like&lt;br /&gt;Is mighty plain," quoth he,&lt;br /&gt;"'Tis clear enough the Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Is very like a tree!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,&lt;br /&gt;Said: "E'en the blindest man&lt;br /&gt;Can tell what this resembles most;&lt;br /&gt;Deny the fact who can,&lt;br /&gt;This marvel of an Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Is very like a fan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sixth no sooner had begun&lt;br /&gt;About the beast to grope,&lt;br /&gt;Then, seizing on the swinging tail&lt;br /&gt;That fell within his scope,&lt;br /&gt;"I see," quoth he, "the Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Is very like a rope!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so these men of Indostan&lt;br /&gt;Disputed loud and long,&lt;br /&gt;Each in his own opinion&lt;br /&gt;Exceeding stiff and strong,&lt;br /&gt;Though each was partly in the right,&lt;br /&gt;And all were in the wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TBuO1oArXtI/AAAAAAAAANo/IpdseOmEra4/s1600/Elephant2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TBuO1oArXtI/AAAAAAAAANo/IpdseOmEra4/s320/Elephant2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484134023178182354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MORAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So oft in theologic wars,&lt;br /&gt;The disputants, I ween,&lt;br /&gt;Rail on in utter ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Of what each other mean,&lt;br /&gt;And prate about an Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them has seen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-1768024265856115897?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1768024265856115897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=1768024265856115897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/1768024265856115897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/1768024265856115897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/six-blind-men-and-elephant.html' title='Six Blind Men and an Elephant'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/TBuO177nZII/AAAAAAAAANw/YxuwiYFjeHk/s72-c/Segmentation+-+elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-8676760948883375267</id><published>2010-01-03T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:09:30.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New trail in a new decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/S0F4ATjHXwI/AAAAAAAAANg/O-xXmF1JupE/s1600-h/Beachfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/S0F4ATjHXwI/AAAAAAAAANg/O-xXmF1JupE/s320/Beachfire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422747372973678338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it looks like the trail is dusty and overgrown from lack of use.  Since the last post, we have started a new school year, survived hunting season with Tim and Jonathan and seen God start and develop Everett Bible Church, of which we are privileged to be a part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I preached again at Sedro-Woolley for Pastor Rick Coursen while he was away.  The message was from Colossians 3:1-4.  One of the key concepts in that text is that we have died, and our life is hidden with Christ in God.  A great paradox for the believer.  Fully alive due to human birth, we remain dead in our trespasses and sins - walking dead men.  Coming to Christ by faith, we are born again.  Now we are dead to sin and alive in Christ.  Our life is hidden in Him - kept for eternity, preserved and secure and full of mystery and adventure, walking in obedience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told some of my classes a few weeks back that if you were to take one new area of obedience from the Scripture and practice it for a week, by the time you die, you would not need to repeat any of God's wonderful permissions for life.  That is much better than practicing death by degrees and thinking it is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year is here.  I am excited to see the things God has in store for me and my family as we continue to explore our new life in Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the trail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-8676760948883375267?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8676760948883375267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=8676760948883375267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/8676760948883375267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/8676760948883375267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-trail-in-new-decade.html' title='New trail in a new decade'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/S0F4ATjHXwI/AAAAAAAAANg/O-xXmF1JupE/s72-c/Beachfire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-4972335587246840334</id><published>2009-06-25T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:07:01.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SkRXaCtGq0I/AAAAAAAAAME/09BxedKQn_g/s1600-h/CIMG3584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SkRXaCtGq0I/AAAAAAAAAME/09BxedKQn_g/s320/CIMG3584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351498362137258818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met recently with a missionary from Germany. As we talked, he informed me of something in which I have long been interested . . .the meaning of my last name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In German, there is word that closely resembles my last name.  There are two dots above the "U" and the word is spelled Ube.  As we go back in the family tree, we find that many in Germany had this as their surname, but added the "en" in the following generation.  Ube was also a popular first name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning: one who practices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have had some interesting thoughts on this.  Is it because we never get it right that we need to practice?  Or is it because we have it right that we get to practice?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Scriptures I found on the subject are instructive and the manner in which I want to live my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 106:3&lt;br /&gt;How blessed are those who keep justice, Who practice righteousness at all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 5:14&lt;br /&gt;But solid food is for the mature, who because of practice have their senses trained to discern good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Peter 1:10&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, brethren, be all the more diligent to make certain about His calling and choosing you; for as long as you practice these things, you will never stumble;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 2:29&lt;br /&gt;If you know that He is righteous, you know that everyone also who practices righteousness is born of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:7 - 10 7Little children, make sure no one deceives you; the one who practices righteousness is righteous, just as He is righteous; &lt;br /&gt; 8the one who practices sin is of the devil; for the devil has sinned from the beginning The Son of God appeared for this purpose, to destroy the works of the devil. &lt;br /&gt; 9No one who is born of God practices sin, because His seed abides in him; and he cannot sin, because he is born of God. &lt;br /&gt; 10By this the children of God and the children of the devil are obvious: anyone who does not practice righteousness is not of God, nor the one who does not love his brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich übe die Bibel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-4972335587246840334?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4972335587246840334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=4972335587246840334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4972335587246840334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4972335587246840334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-in-name.html' title='What is in a name?'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SkRXaCtGq0I/AAAAAAAAAME/09BxedKQn_g/s72-c/CIMG3584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-4116308569016163192</id><published>2009-06-25T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:53:23.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornerstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SkRS5RZvS7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/xQAuGdnj004/s1600-h/Cornerstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SkRS5RZvS7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/xQAuGdnj004/s320/Cornerstone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493401100372914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is another actual cornerstone.  Most of these are decorative today, rather than structurally useful.  However, the point is still made - all of life needs to revolve around something.  Make sure it is the best in Christ.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SkRSqOdbZlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YZxUa5X2IqE/s1600-h/cornerstone3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SkRSqOdbZlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YZxUa5X2IqE/s320/cornerstone3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493142612502098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all of the images I found online, this one is the best.  It really depicts the nature of Christ and the wall.It is interesting that in this depiction, the instrument of death is used.  But Christ is a living stone, and we, who were dead in sin, have been made alive through the cross of death, that we might be fitted into the wall as living stones.  I love the intertwining of word pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-4116308569016163192?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4116308569016163192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=4116308569016163192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4116308569016163192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4116308569016163192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/cornerstone.html' title='Cornerstone'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SkRS5RZvS7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/xQAuGdnj004/s72-c/Cornerstone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-5523588042364497141</id><published>2009-06-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:41:00.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornerstones</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cornerstones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Everyone has them.  Some are good, some are dangerous.  Here are some I was thinking about in the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Some people measure all of their life choices and values by what will make them happy.  Careers are chosen, spouses are chosen, entertainment is chosen, solely on the basis of what will make them happy.  Jesus spoke of happiness in the sermon on the mount and included some things that would normally not be put on the list:  poor in spirit, mourning, gentle, hungering and thirsting after righteousness, merciful, pure in heart, peacemaker, persecuted for His name sake.  This list will not ever make the popular media depiction of what makes a person happy, yet Jesus uses that Greek word "blessed" which has the meaning of true happiness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal ability.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  We tend to do things we know we can do.  We do not want to do things that are new or out of our experience level.  I was reminded of this again this year as my Junior class researched and reported on missionaries of the past.  They went to places that were new, without all of the training and preparation that we give missioinaries today - no language school, no extensive deputation, no travel fund or retirement package or health care program - they just went.  And many of them suffered loss of possessions, loss of potential gain, loss of family ties, loss of health and loss of children and spouse - all for the sake of preaching Christ.  They did not have the personal ability to conquer.  Some gave their very lives because they did not have the ability to protect themselves.  And yet, great things were accomplished through their sacrifice, even when they did not have the ablilty to do that which they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be thinking of some cornerstones in the next few days.  Feel free to respond with some ideas of your own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-5523588042364497141?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5523588042364497141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=5523588042364497141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/5523588042364497141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/5523588042364497141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/cornerstones.html' title='Cornerstones'/><author><name>AVU</name><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-5979752227994629610.post-1020064984385698362</id><published>2009-06-18T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:23:54.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you imagine evolution . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SjqGIJR2fNI/AAAAAAAAALk/JsFDQrSzfcE/s1600-h/CIMG3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SjqGIJR2fNI/AAAAAAAAALk/JsFDQrSzfcE/s320/CIMG3478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348734981943753938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producing this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-1020064984385698362?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1020064984385698362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=1020064984385698362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/1020064984385698362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/1020064984385698362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-imagine-evolution.html' title='Can you imagine evolution . . .'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SjqGIJR2fNI/AAAAAAAAALk/JsFDQrSzfcE/s72-c/CIMG3478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-2778176118678511606</id><published>2009-06-14T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:44:11.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasuring Christ</title><content type='html'>Treasuring Christ&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 2&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore laying aside all malice, and all guile, and hypocrisies, and envies, and all evil speaking, &lt;br /&gt; 2As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word that ye may grow thereby:  3If so be ye have tasted that the Lord is gracious. &lt;br /&gt; 4To whom coming, as unto a living stone, disallowed indeed of men, but chosen of God, and precious, &lt;br /&gt; 5Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt; 6Wherefore also it is contained in the scripture, Behold, I lay in Sion a chief corner stone, elect, precious: and he that believeth on him shall not be confounded. &lt;br /&gt; 7Unto you therefore which believe he is precious: but unto them which be disobedient, the stone which the builders disallowed, the same is made the head of the corner, &lt;br /&gt; 8And a stone of stumbling, and a rock of offence, even to them which stumble at the word, being disobedient: whereunto also they were appointed. &lt;br /&gt; 9But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should show forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvelous light; &lt;br /&gt; 10Which in time past were not a people, but are now the people of God: which had not obtained mercy, but now have obtained mercy. &lt;br /&gt; 11Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;&lt;br /&gt;In this passage, Peter uses several word pictures to display for us tremendous truths regarding Christ, our relationship to Him and how to live out that relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let us look at the direction of this passage in an overview.  &lt;br /&gt;Peter addresses a group of people who are in desperate circumstances.  They are scattered throughout Asia because of their faith.  They were being persecuted by the Roman Emperor Nero.  Many of their friends and relatives had been put to death.  These to whom Peter was writing were running for their lives.  They were living as aliens, or temporary residents in their current locations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this difficult life situation, Peter speaks to them of some very comforting and solid spiritual truths.  In chapter 1, he assures them of their faith in God.  They have been chosen by God; they have been given a living hope; they have a secured inheritance of eternal life; and they have the promise that their present suffering will produce eternal spiritual reward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then speaks to them about the character of God.  He reminds them that God is holy, pure, set apart from sin, and therefore, they should be also.  There are at least three reasons for this:  since they have been born again, they belong to Christ and not to themselves.  The second reason is that life is temporary, something which his readers knew all too well.  The third is that the enduring Word of God is the only thing that will last, therefore it is imperative to live by it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR SPIRITUAL CALLING DEMANDS SPIRITUIAL LIVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual desires – vs. 1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual values – vs. 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual house – vs. 5-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual calling – vs. 9-10  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual desires –&lt;br /&gt;In light of the fact that only the Word of God will endure, Peter speaks of the desire of the believer.  &lt;br /&gt;1. To desire the enduring word, certain things need to be set aside. &lt;br /&gt;a. Malice – wickedness that is not ashamed to break laws; a vicious nature bent on the harm of others. &lt;br /&gt;b. Guile – deceit, to decoy&lt;br /&gt;c. Hypocrisies - the practice of claiming to have higher standards or more laudable beliefs than is the case.  The call for consistency.  &lt;br /&gt;d. Envy - the envious person cannot be satisfied with what he has and will always crave for more. His evil desires and pleasures are insatiable, and he cannot abide any other person’s having something that he himself does not have or having more of something than he himself has.&lt;br /&gt;e. Evil speaking – defamation of character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These attitudes and practices are to be laid aside.  A definite choice, done now.  His message is to stop what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He assumes that these are prevalent sins that all believers must deal with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two questions:  did I prepare to receive God’s Word? &lt;br /&gt;The heart must be prepared in order for the word of God to be received.  In preparation for the Word today, what did you do yesterday to get ready?  Did you spend your time in personal pursuit of pleasure?  Did you spend any time alone with God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are my relationships with others such that I the evil desires have been put away.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. To desire the Word of God, a certain urgency must be displayed.  &lt;br /&gt;a. Like a newborn baby&lt;br /&gt;b. Untainted, without anything else mixed in&lt;br /&gt;c. Based on the grace (kindness) of God Psalm 34:8: &lt;br /&gt;O taste and see that the Lord is good.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Bridges:  "It is impossible to practice godliness without a constant, consistent and balanced intake of the Word of God in our lives."  I submit that the opposite is also true, i.e. it is impossible to process the Word if godliness is not practiced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Values&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter makes crystal clear that treasuring Christ is God’s response to Christ and therefore should be ours.&lt;br /&gt;Peter is pondering and applying several Old Testament texts that point to Christ as a stone. Isaiah 28:16 (“Behold, I am the one who has laid as a foundation in Zion, a stone, a tested stone, a precious cornerstone, of a sure foundation”) and Psalm 118:22 (“The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone”). &lt;br /&gt;Look with me at verse 4: “As you come to him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious.” Note carefully the word “precious.” Then look at verse 6, Again Peter gets our attention with the word “precious.” Very simply and very amazingly think of the implications that God almighty with infinite knowledge and infinite wisdom and infinitely perfect capacities to see and savor what is infinitely valuable and beautiful—this God values Jesus Christ as precious. This is simply another way of saying he treasures Christ. Treasuring means feeling the preciousness of what you value or what you prize. &lt;br /&gt;if God, who sees all things as they truly are and feels all things as they truly are, treasures Christ, so should we. In fact it is clear that God treasures Christ above all other things. There is nothing more valuable in the universe than Christ, because he is God and he is the manifestation of God precisely so that we might see him and savor him—that is, treasure him.   (Piper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, this text makes clear that treasuring Christ is more, not less, than knowing Christ is precious. It is feeling it and acting on it.   (Piper)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we value Christ, we value those whom He loves.  Therefore, it would make no sense to have malice, envy, evil speaking against any of them. &lt;br /&gt;To not properly value Christ is to stumble over Him.&lt;br /&gt; The Jewish leaders did that in Jesus’ day. &lt;br /&gt; The Christians of our day do that when we do not see as important the values and commands of Christ. &lt;br /&gt; To stumble over Christ has disastrous consequences.&lt;br /&gt;1. it can lead to no salvation.&lt;br /&gt;2. It can lead to disobedience.&lt;br /&gt;3. it can lead to disjointed living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual House&lt;br /&gt;Foundation:  the apostles and prophets of Eph 2:20&lt;br /&gt;Cornerstone:  Jesus Christ of Eph 2:20, 1 Peter 2: &lt;br /&gt;Living Stones:  each individual believer I Peter 2: 6-7&lt;br /&gt;Holy Priesthood:  offers up spiritual sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The Cornerstone:  That from which everything is measured. &lt;br /&gt;The prophets wrote predicting Him; the apostles wrote looking back on Him. &lt;br /&gt;The Willamette Stone was a small stone obelisk originally located in the western hills of Portland, Oregon in the United States. It marked the intersection and origin of the Willamette Meridian and Willamette Baseline, which defined the grid system of sections and townships (six miles square) from which all real property in the states of Oregon and Washington has been measured following the Donation Land Claim Act of 1850.  The fact is that all real estate property is measured from this one point.  The application is that Christ is the measurement of all which is spiritual in our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important value has been placed on the cornerstone.  He has precious blood (1:19); He is precious ( 2:4,6,7); our faith is precious (2P 1:1); God’s promises are precious (2P 1:4) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building the foundation of your house is one of the most important tasks while building your house. If the foundation is not properly laid then the entire edifice will be unstable.  ( a contractor's website ) &lt;br /&gt;I Corinthians 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, with Christ as my Cornerstone, when I find a principle to apply, I do so willingly. When I find a sin to avoid, I do so willingly.  When I find a spiritual value, I adopt it willingly.  Christ is my Cornerstone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Calling&lt;br /&gt;What it means is this (and more): the supreme trait of the new Christian race is treasuring Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are called to be unique  ( To stand out in the world is to fit in with God )&lt;br /&gt;2. We are called to declare God’s truth&lt;br /&gt;3. We are called to offer spiritual sacrifices (verse 5) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 2:17&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and if I be offered upon the sacrifice and service of your faith, I joy, and rejoice with you all.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:18&lt;br /&gt;But I have all, and abound: I am full, having received of Epaphroditus the things which were sent from you, an odour of a sweet smell, a sacrifice acceptable, wellpleasing to God.&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13:15&lt;br /&gt; 15By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name. &lt;br /&gt; 16But to do good and to communicate (share ) forget not: for with such sacrifices God is well pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we consider the four truths from this passage, let us put them in relationship with each other. &lt;br /&gt;1. A spiritual foundation for life is centered in Christ Jesus.  Take care how you build on it. &lt;br /&gt;2. Spiritual values are centered in Christ Jesus.  What you value determines the direction of your life. &lt;br /&gt;3. Spiritual values determine spiritual desires.  Your desires will always be in line with your values. &lt;br /&gt;4. Spiritual desires will build spiritual relationships with people.  Don’t start with trying to clean up your relationships.  Clean up your values and desires, and you will have the power to clean up your relationships.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you centered on the Cornerstone?  Each one of us has one.  Is it Christ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-2778176118678511606?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2778176118678511606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=2778176118678511606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/2778176118678511606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/2778176118678511606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/treasuring-christ.html' title='Treasuring Christ'/><author><name>AVU</name><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-5979752227994629610.post-286040742228984878</id><published>2009-04-23T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:01:50.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know where the trail leads</title><content type='html'>I have a great group of students in my classes at Grace Academy.  Earlier this week, we had some excitement.  One of our students collapsed during PE class, needed CPR and use of a defibulator to bring his heart back to beating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some of what happened behind the scenes:  On the Wednesday prior, our chapel speaker spoke on the theme "Living Well, Dying Well."  He was exhorting us to live in such a way that we would be remembered with godly character.  He had been impacted with this message by the death of his father earlier in the year.  It was a moving and important message.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I require the students to take notes during chapel.  Then, by Friday, they are to turn in those notes with a paragraph of application.  On this particular week, the assignment due date was postponed to Monday due to a short school day on Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student wrote a very good reflection paper on chapel and ended with a good conclusion.  He turned it in to me at the end of class, about 2 PM.  Before 3:00PM, he had collapsed on campus and was enroute to the hospital.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the father of a student, a paramedic by profession, was on campus to re-enroll his son for next year.  He had taken the wrong papers to the office and so walked back to his car to get the right ones.  As he walked past the gym, a group of students ran past him, doing their laps of the campus for PE class.  Our student was part of that group.  The dad began to walk back up the hill and came across our student who had just collapsed.  Several other students were on the scene and were sent to have a call made and to get the PE teacher.  The on campus defib. machine was rushed to the scene, applied and administered a shock as needed to restore this student.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, this is a wonderful story of God's provision and care.  A paramedic on campus at just the right time.  A chapel message for spiritual preparation.  A concerned student body seeking to be a help to a fellow student.  And a piece of equipment for just the right purpose, added to the resources of the school after a different student collapsed last year at his home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good.  He provides for us, prepares us and delivers us often in ways we cannot imagine.  Give thanks to the wonderful provision of our Great God!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-286040742228984878?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/286040742228984878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=286040742228984878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/286040742228984878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/286040742228984878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-never-know-where-trail-leads.html' title='You never know where the trail leads'/><author><name>AVU</name><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-5979752227994629610.post-159828808850275775</id><published>2009-04-11T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:45:39.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SeF_-CXDgoI/AAAAAAAAALU/SCJVcOl-Dcc/s1600-h/CIMG2952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SeF_-CXDgoI/AAAAAAAAALU/SCJVcOl-Dcc/s200/CIMG2952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323676938290823810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passion week has again jogged my mind to remember the work of Christ for me.  The perfect lamb of God, taking away the sin of the world.  Adam did not realize what he was doing when he sinned.  He did not see far enough into the future to realize that his deeds would paralyze and corrupt his children.  His sin demanded a Savior, One predetermined to provide perfect salvation.  And so Adam's sin blinded the eyes of the Jews, Romans - - all who took part in placing Christ on the cross - - so that we might be freed from the blindness of sin.  And so He became the second Adam, to bring deliverance onto a people polluted by the first Adam.  What a beautiful picture of glory for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-159828808850275775?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/159828808850275775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=159828808850275775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/159828808850275775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/159828808850275775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-passion-week-has-again-jogged-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SeF_-CXDgoI/AAAAAAAAALU/SCJVcOl-Dcc/s72-c/CIMG2952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-3632549152972428443</id><published>2009-01-28T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:45:57.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Titus'/><title type='text'>Preaching in Titus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SYFMu_pDJtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UJz5uoVnMH0/s1600-h/October+2008038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SYFMu_pDJtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UJz5uoVnMH0/s200/October+2008038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296599007005714130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attached a link to a file that contains an audio copy of a &lt;a href="http://www.vvbca.org/MP3.htm"&gt;message&lt;/a&gt; I preached last year. (scroll down to 3/9/2008)  It is a biographical message about Titus.  I originally preached it in a series of expositions on the book of Titus.  I have since preached it at several churches as well as to the Grace Academy student body.  Me desire since studying Titus is to be a man who lives up to the character of such a man.  I trust it is your desire as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-3632549152972428443?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3632549152972428443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=3632549152972428443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/3632549152972428443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/3632549152972428443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/preaching-in-titus.html' title='Preaching in Titus'/><author><name>AVU</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SYFMu_pDJtI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UJz5uoVnMH0/s72-c/October+2008038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-8169568447858981679</id><published>2008-10-15T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:34:06.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love to camp but do not get to do much this summer. Had one outing in 2008 so far. Probably will need to be content with that. Usually get to hunt this time of year, but it does not look good for that activity this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some camping tips. Have not tried any of these yet, but some look interesting. Camping Tips&lt;br /&gt;Get even with a bear who raids your food bag by kicking his favorite stump apart and eating all the ants.&lt;br /&gt;Old socks can be made into high fiber beef jerky by smoking them over an open fire.&lt;br /&gt;When smoking a fish, never inhale.&lt;br /&gt;A hot rock placed in your sleeping bag will keep your feet warm. A hot enchilada works almost as well, but the cheese sticks between your toes.&lt;br /&gt;The best backpacks are named for national parks or mountain ranges. Steer clear of those named for landfills.&lt;br /&gt;Acupuncture was invented by a camper who found a porcupine in his sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;While the Swiss Army Knife has been popular for years, the Swiss Navy Knife has remained largely unheard of. Its single blade functions as a tiny canoe paddle.&lt;br /&gt;Effective January 1, 1997, you will actually have to enlist in the Swiss Army to get a Swiss Army Knife.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257638863789259010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SPbisMFyeQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BdYIKlnUwPQ/s200/CIMG2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When using a public campground, a tuba placed on your picnic table will keep the campsites on either side vacant.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never be lost if you remember that moss always grows on the north side of your compass.&lt;br /&gt;You can duplicate the warmth of a down-filled bedroll by climbing into a plastic garbage bag with several geese.&lt;br /&gt;When camping, always wear a long-sleeved shirt. It gives you something to wipe your nose on.&lt;br /&gt;You can compress the diameter of your rolled up sleeping bag by running over it with your car.&lt;br /&gt;A two-man pup tent does not have enough room for two men and does not include a pup.&lt;br /&gt;A potato baked in the coals for one hour makes an excellent side dish. A potato baked in the coals for three hours makes an excellent hockey puck.&lt;br /&gt;You can start a fire without matches by eating Mexican food, then breathing on a pile of dry sticks.&lt;br /&gt;The guitar of the noisy teenager at the next campsite makes excellent kindling.&lt;br /&gt;Check the washing instructions before purchasing any apparel to be worn camping. Buy only those that read “Beat on a rock in stream.” &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257638854282014242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SPbirorFbiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/liJKOmO2jyA/s200/CIMG2260.JPG" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of a bald eagle has thrilled campers for generations. The sight of a bald man, however, does absolutely nothing for the eagle.&lt;br /&gt;It’s entirely possible to spend your whole vacation on a winding mountain road behind a large motor home.&lt;br /&gt;In an emergency, a drawstring from a parka hood can be used to strangle a snoring tent mate.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257638873409983634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SPbisv7jFJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q-qtnGljMPM/s200/CIMG2277.JPG" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-8169568447858981679?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8169568447858981679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=8169568447858981679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/8169568447858981679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/8169568447858981679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/camping-tips.html' title='Camping Tips'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SPbisMFyeQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BdYIKlnUwPQ/s72-c/CIMG2278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-4436125291128160088</id><published>2008-07-19T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:48:54.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trial of the Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPyaGBSXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/JjrpEkH1mfs/s1600-h/CIMG1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966982608177522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPyaGBSXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/JjrpEkH1mfs/s200/CIMG1781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coal Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered a beautiful little lake a few years back called Coal Lake. It is at about 4000' elevation in the Cascade Mountains on the West side. When I first discovered it, I was looking for the trail to North Lake and Independence Lake which start nearby. Coal Lake is not large but it is deep and cold, coming directly from snow pack most of the year. The drawback to Coal Lake when I first discovered it is that it is only 100' from the road. Therefore, it was overused and badly in need of rehabilitation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then came the&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILMmUbcxPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sXVR4zRD5C8/s1600-h/CIMG1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224963476394132722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILMmUbcxPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sXVR4zRD5C8/s400/CIMG1806.JPG" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rains of 2005. The rains washed out the road about 3 miles from the trail head, and I do not think there will be a repair of the wash out. It is rather major. In addition, since that time three more landslides have come down to cover the road. Now, it is a 3+ mile hike to this little beauty. Margaret, Annie and I tackled this one a few days back and totally enjoyed the experience. Most of the trail is old road, so it is easy to walk and easy on the feet (something which is becoming more of a priority these days). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we approached the lake, we were in for a surprise. At that elevation on July 8 there was still a good bit of snow. A tent was pitched at the lake, so I am sure they enjoyed some chilly nights sitting on snow all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I think back on this hike, there are several things that come to mind. Like a road t&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPy_CthoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6Quj5wJeFPs/s1600-h/CIMG1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966992526411394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPy_CthoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6Quj5wJeFPs/s200/CIMG1765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat needs maintenance and care, our lives need to have routine maintenance. This road washed out because the culvert that allowed a small stream to pass under the road most of the year clogged up with debris and allowed a massive amount of rain to wash out the road. I like to take my Bible and sit down on a Saturday or Sunday morning when it is still early and quiet in the house and just read. For me, this time of reading is a time of cleansing and renewal. This is not my only reading time, but it is unique and a special time when routine maintainence is done on my soul. Taking a good recording of a special hymn or song that is rich with meaning also helps to fine tune my appetite for the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPyizW79I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kQMkj4NJaH8/s1600-h/CIMG1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966984945823698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPyizW79I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kQMkj4NJaH8/s200/CIMG1772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will not be many years and this road, which was once the route of travel for log trucks and heavy equipment will be a single track through a thicket of young trees. They have already sprouted along the edge and show good signs of taking hold. Hikers will keep a path open if the three lakes continue to attract visitors. Left to itself, this road will eventually pass away and return to the condition of the land before the road was cut. If we are interested in keeping a spiritual life that is vibrant, we need to make regular paths to the Word, so that our time of neglect does not allow our lives to get overgrown with things that choke out the Word. Jesus spoke of that in a word picture when speaking of the story of the sower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A small lake, which once was taken for granted by the many who passed by on the road is now appreciated as a destination and resting place by those who need to struggle to get there. Admittedly, the struggle is not great, but it is more than it was. I think we tend to appreciate more those things that we&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPwKQMbEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-oOlSyzQIfo/s1600-h/CIMG1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966943996144706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPwKQMbEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-oOlSyzQIfo/s200/CIMG1774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; struggle for. Join with me in working hard at not neglecting the ones or things which we consider "easy" and in showing appreciation for the things God has put in our lives that come with effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got home from a long day at Home Depot. I was on my feet all day h&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPwahjxyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qLFH3Sord04/s1600-h/CIMG1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966948363945762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPwahjxyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qLFH3Sord04/s200/CIMG1779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;elping customers and loading block. My feet were tired this evening. But there was a sense of satisfaction that accompanied the tired feet. They showed that something had been accomplished. In a few days, that accomplishment will be rewarded with a check. There is something good about the struggle of accomplishment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5979752227994629610-4436125291128160088?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4436125291128160088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=4436125291128160088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4436125291128160088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4436125291128160088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/trial-of-trail.html' title='The Trial of the Trail'/><author><name>AVU</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SILPyaGBSXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/JjrpEkH1mfs/s72-c/CIMG1781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-3646751731938547978</id><published>2008-06-12T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:22:59.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SFIRFCovJVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CfrV7hYgtRo/s1600-h/avu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211246497125836114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SFIRFCovJVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CfrV7hYgtRo/s400/avu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have accomplished something I never thought I could do. I have taught three Bible classes in a Christian school for nine months.  Another new chapter in the life and ministry of Arlyn Ubben.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking that in the last few years, I have nearly completed my work for my doctorate, I have learned about real estate and have shown that I can do that work, I have tackled the field of teaching with good success and I have continued to develop my preaching through pulpit supply opportunities.  I guess this " old dog" is still learning a few new tricks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have taught ninth graders about the Bible: it's origin, inspiration, transmission, translation, preservation, etc. Then we spent three quarters studying how to study the Bible. We used the text Living By The Book by Hendricks, an excellent book for college students and seminary level readers, but a bit much for the ninth grade. I developed worksheets for the students to follow which gave them much success in working through the technical material. I then walked the students through Habakkuk, Daniel 1 and 2, Romans 12: 1-2; and James 1 and 2. We had a great time as most of these students had never sat down and studied the Bible on their own for more than a few minutes before this class began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second class was a class on doctrine, taught to 10th grade students. We covered the doctrines of God, Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit, Satan, Demons, Angels, Heaven, Man, Sin and Salvation. This was a great class and we got to go fairly deep in some of these doctrines. I had one Korean girl (exchange student) come to Christ this year as a result of the exposure to the gospel in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third class was a study of Acts, focused on the doctrine of the church and missions. We have just spent a whole quarter on missions and the students have had their eyes opened. What a sheltered group we have, who have no concept of what God is doing throughout the rest of the world in evangelization. I wove in the doctrine of the church throughout this study. We did biographical studies on an apostle, an early church pastor, and a missionary throughout the year. One of the girls in the class became a Christian in November. She is an exchange student from Taiwan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These classes have developed within me a hunger to continue teaching in depth. My church instruction has always lacked accountability and structure because of the nature of the pulpit and the Sunday school class. You cannot give tests on sermons. I have learned how to hold students accountable. Now, I would like to have an opportunity in the local church to develop some kind of accountability so that we can better promote James 1:22 - be doers of the Word, not hearers only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a great year. I have had some positive student and parent feedback. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One great story. I have had a 9th grader who is an interesting fellow. He is eager to do his work and participate in class. I do not think that he is great in his academic career - I do not know his grade average. All year long he has showed an eagerness in class and has worked his hardest. I gave a rather lengthy final exam, and when I was grading it the other night, I discovered that he missed only one question on the whole thing - and he quoted his Scripture verses perfectly - and earned the highest grade in the class. I was so excited for him. Today I called and talked to his mom, to tell her what her son had accomplished. She was glad that he was able to finish well and there were tears in her voice as she was so pleased to hear of his work. It is moments like this that make teaching a thrill - especially when we get to peak in and see a few of the results in our lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I teach again?  I am talking with the school about a contract for the fall, but I am also talking with several churches about pastoral ministry, so the Lord will direct my steps as He has in the past to the exact place where he wants me.  I have absolutely loved teaching; I miss preaching.  Margaret is hoping to be able to teach again next year, and so we wait on the Lord to put these desires of our heart together in a way that glorifies Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5979752227994629610-3646751731938547978?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3646751731938547978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=3646751731938547978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/3646751731938547978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/3646751731938547978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/grace-academy.html' title='Grace Academy'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SFIRFCovJVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CfrV7hYgtRo/s72-c/avu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-2147433169400406825</id><published>2008-06-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:03:16.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting and Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SFINBY7zs3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/oPTrr5FK4e4/s1600-h/CIMG0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211242036345418610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SFINBY7zs3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/oPTrr5FK4e4/s400/CIMG0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First posted in 2006 under another blog title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunting and Ethics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in for a hunting experience that I had desired for years. I was going to hunt elk with my dad. When I was a boy, dad and I would go on occasional hunts, usually for pheasant. I remember making the trip from Colorado Springs to eastern Colorado to hunt. Early morning, get out of bed, too tired to eat, drive a long way in the car, feel “travel woozy”, get to the hunting area and hope that by some chance with no dog you would be able to bag a bird or two. In those days, I never carried a shotgun, just a BB gun. It was fun to go with the men and watch them shoot. Especially fun was the day Mr. Pierce got all excited when a rooster pheasant flushed from under his feet. He pointed and shot - both barrels of that double-barreled 12 gauge went off at once- and the pheasant felt no pain. With half of its feathers left and weighing several ounces more with all of the shot it carried, that pheasant fell like a ton of bricks. Picking the shot out of the meat took the joy out of eating it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my thirteenth birthday, we went deer hunting with the Seanor family. I remember it well since it was the first time that I got to shoot a rifle. Of course it was a 30.06. As a young teen made up mostly of bone and skin, I was not prepared to receive the recoil effect of that 30-caliber bullet. My shoulder was sore the entire day and I could not even enjoy the thrill of the hunt. We bagged no deer or I would be writing about that rather than the sore shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hunt was to be different. I was no longer a lanky 13-year-old teen along for the thrill of the hunt. I was 43 and dad was 70. Dad had two partners on the trip, Sam and Earl, both over 70 years of age (and both of whom were with us on the previous mentioned pheasant trip). I had with me my son Tim who was 16 at the time. I had lived in Oregon for 20 years before moving back to my boyhood home of Colorado Springs. During my years in Oregon, I had learned to hunt. I learned to hunt blacktail deer, elk, pheasant, quail, grouse, duck and goose. I had been successful in each of these game categories, although I did not consider myself expert in the field of hunting. I knew that of all the hunting, I enjoyed deer and elk the best. I was looking forward to my first Colorado hunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As is so often the case, the hunting grass is always greener on the other side of the fence . . . or state line. I had heard of Colorado big game hunting. I had heard of the success my dad and his buddies enjoyed in the place we were going. I had hoped that one year I would get to go along on this much-fabled excursion. I was ready to go!In Colorado, one can hunt for several species at the same time. In our party of 5 we had 3 tags for deer, one doe and two bucks, and five tags for elk, two cows and three bulls. It was a situation where we were looking forward to filling many tags and having great success. Before the hunt, we went over the rule: Everyone shoots and fills his own tag and not the tag of another. Besides being the law, it is a good hunting ethic.Elk hunting is a team sport. Everyone in the party is needed to find the elk and to pack it out when it is down. Because of this, many hunters apply the party rule to the killing of elk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scene goes like this: if one man sees a bull and two cows together and knows that there are tags in the party for all of those animals, he will try to shoot as many as he can even though his tag will be only for one animal. Then the whole party can go down and field dress the animals and pack them back to camp. Even though one person has done the shooting, everyone gets to benefit in the processing and possession of game. This process seems logical, but the state of Colorado, and most other states, enacted a law that prohibits this type of hunting activity. An ethical dilemma exists. Should the hunting party go by the knowledge of the law or by the inspection of the law? We knew that where we were back in the wilderness, no law enforcement officer was expected because of the remote location. We agreed to the rule, but I suspected an upcoming test in the hunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived the day before the season opened. The first task was to set up the tent – the 16-foot army tent. Heavy canvass. Oil sealed canvass. Stinky canvass. Tent up, cots set, wood stove placed, tent organized and we were ready. We were hunting near Gunnison. We were camped within a mile of the Fossil Ridge Wilderness at an elevation of 10,000 feet. Over the previous 5 to 10 years, my dad and his buddies had become acquainted with this area for hunting and had done very well there. The elk they hunted were migratory. When the snows fell, the elk would cross a mountain range from South Park and come down to the Gunnison area for the winter. The terrain was like nothing I had ever hunted before. There were stands of quakies, aspen trees, thick as hair on a hog’s back. The trees were not very big in circumference, but numerous in bunches. Looking through a stand of these trees was difficult if not impossible, and walking through them was an experience. It is impossible to walk quietly through a stand of trees when the ground is covered with brittle and crackling leaves. Interspersed with the quakies were patches of “black timber”. These stands of pines and firs looked black. Hunting in these patches was better than in the quakies because there were lanes of vision that enabled the hunter to see if anything was moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above these stands of timber were areas barren of trees. Timberline in that area is about 12,500 feet, and there was plenty of mountain above that. We were dependent on snow to drive the elk into our hunting area. We were hunting the third season in early November, so our chances of the snow were good. After camp was set up, we decided to take a walk into the wilderness so that I could get familiar with the lay of the land. The afternoon was wearing on and yet the day was bright and crisp. We had old snow on the ground in the trees, but the meadows were snow free. We knew that elk in the area would be “locals” that lived in these woods the year round. As we walked, I kept seeing deer tracks in the snow, but no elk tracks. This was curious to me because the experts told me that deer were rare in the wilderness area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find the deer, our party usually went south toward the sagebrush about a mile away. I could buy a buck tag if I wanted, but not to expect to fill it since bucks were scarce in this region. In our search, I noticed strips of black timber surrounded by great groves of quakies. Upon investigation, I found small streams flowing through these timber strips and lots of cover around. From my hunting experiences in Oregon, I knew that this had to be a great place for deer. However, I did not know if blacktail deer acted the same as Colorado mulies. I decided to walk through several of these timber strips. When I did, I found deer tracks along the edges and along the uphill portion of the timber. I remember thinking, “I’m here in the morning at first light for deer.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we were up early and getting ready for the day. We started with a 4 star breakfast for sure. Scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns, coffee or hot chocolate, bread and jam filled us up and got us in the right mood for the hunt. I had a short time in reading the Bible and prayer before going out, a habit I have formed over the years and really enjoy as I go into the woods. We developed a strategy for the day and for rendezvous. If one person got an animal, we would have fried liver and onions for dinner. I was going to be the one that provided dinner for that evening, I hoped. Our walk into the wilderness began before the first light of day. The sky was just starting to brighten in the east and the stars and planets of the night were shining brightly. The air was crisp – with a temperature of about 15 degrees. The weather was especially mild and we expected temperatures in the high 30’s by the afternoon. It was going to be a great day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad and his buddies had a game plan all worked out. They would hunt together as they always had – separating and walking alone although in the same area. They talked carefully about the “benches”, the draws and hills around there as if they had lived there for years. They knew where they were, they knew the trails and ridges and creeks and they were at home. After one has hunted the same area for several years, he gets familiar and acquainted like an old friend. He is drawn to the old places like with a magnet. The hills and valleys become a welcome place. Each year they provide an enthusiastic greeting. After a year of not seeing each other, it is good to spend time together again. There is a settled feeling that only outdoorsmen are able to experience and express. I knew their feeling, the draw. I had seen them the year before when they returned from hunting vowing never to go back again because it was too long and too hard and too difficult. And then the hunting regulations come out and the pain is forgotten and the altitude and the weakness of the knees and heart is put aside and the memory of the experience and the call of the hills comes back and the plans are laid for the next hunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I want the reader to understand: the hunt is very little about killing wild game. It is comradeship with one’s hunting buddies, a oneness with God’s creation, an experience of walking with God in the outdoors, of having an intimate fellowship and experience with Him, of being led by God’s hand and of enjoying a part of life that many others do not understand.It involves clearing out the cobwebs from the mind after a year of business and city activity. Most hunters of big game are not highly successful. If success were the draw, hunting would probably fade away. The draw is a greater call and a greater impulse of life. There is value to being in the woods. Only in a hunting situation are one’s senses called on to look, to see, to hear and to feel to the intensity of the hunt. There is a heightened awareness that comes from intently looking for wild game and seeking to understand the tactics and habits of the quarry. There is a lot of study of animal biology that goes into hunting. There is the mastery of the terrain. The ability to be equipped and to survive in an area where man was not intended to live is a challenge. Taking a piece of paper with topographical lines and a compass and plotting a course and returning produces a confidence that is exhilarating. After a few years, that compass is built in to one’s senses and becomes a part of the equipment rather than a pocket piece. There is a heightened spirituality as one is in a place absent from the regular noise of life and able to listen and hear the voice of God in a new and intense way. The hunt is about the process, not about the end or the kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son Tim and I split off from the rest of the group and headed to the black timber strips of the night before. We chose a point of entry and began to walk up hill within sight of each other. Our walk was slow and deliberate – lots of standing and looking between steps – “still hunting” they call it. The breeze was a crosswind that went from right to left. With that breeze, we were able to keep our eyes ahead and to the right for game that might be in the woods. We were in the quakies walking parallel to the timber strips. The snow in the trees made walking noisy. Each step was a crunch in the frozen blanket. After about 10 slow steps, I would stop and look. Each move and step was calculated. Turning my head slowly so as not to have much movement, I analyzed each lane of visibility between trees. Tim was doing the same thing up on the side of the ridge. He had been hunting with me for years, tagging along since he was 9. He had learned some great lessons in the woods and is a lover of the outdoors as I am. About 30 minutes after daylight, I saw movement on a trail up ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got into shooting position and froze. I watched as two does walked along, unconscious of our presence. They were moving quickly, probably spooked by other hunters. I was confident that we were in a good place. I kept watch over that area for some time and finally began to move again. It was not long before I crossed several trails in the snow. I realized that deer had been using this slope quite a lot in the last few days. I felt we were in a hotspot for deer. About 30 minutes later, I heard a noise off to the right. I looked and saw a deer coming toward me, barely visible through the quakies. As I looked for the head, I saw that it was a buck. My heart began to pound and I was trying to control my emotions. I waited as he walked toward me, hoping for a good shot through the thick trees. When he got 75 yards from me, he came into a clear spot and stopped to look around, his body quartered to me from left to right. I filled my scope with hair as I shot for the heart. The gun roared. I expected the buck to fall, but he turned and ran about 25 yards and stopped again. This time a neck shot put him down. My heart was racing. I had shot my first mule deer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn’t supposed to happen here. I called for Tim and he came running and joined me. We walked to the deer. He had run a few yards and went down in a heap. I could not believe my eyes. I had been used to smaller blacktail bucks and here I had a big mule deer down. He had a three-point rack, well balanced and proportional. The shot was a good one and had killed him right away and not ruined any meat. What had happened to the first shot? Upon examination of the body, I could see a wound, but it looked like a horn mark from another deer, not a bullet hole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim and I marveled over the animal for a while. It takes me some moments to process the idea of having killed a magnificent animal. In life, the deer is majestic and beautiful. In death, a buck is awesome and I consider it a great gift. I hope I never lose that feeling. I field dressed the buck while Tim walked to a nearby shelf and sat, waiting to see if another animal might come by. In just a few minutes, we had a funny experience. A spike bull elk ran into the clearing between Tim and me. Since we were in an area where bulls had to have 3 antler points or more, he was safe from harm, but boy was he confused. He ran around in circles three times while we just stood and watched. Finally, he decided that this was not the place to be and ran off kicking up a great noise and flying branches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a while to get this deer back to camp and hung in the tree for skinning. We were glad I shot it early in the day. While skinning the deer, my knife hit a hard object. It was the first slug that I shot, just under the skin and intact. The bullet had not expanded. It had lodged about 12 inches from the entry mark that I had noticed in the woods, but had traveled between the skin and the body before stopping. How a .30 caliber slug would do that and create no damage at all to the animal, I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, we had liver and onions. We were grateful for the success of the hunt. Sam had shot a smaller buck and brought it in to camp late that evening, so we had two tags filled the first day, but no elk. In fact, Tim and I were the only ones to see an elk that day.Our elkless days were to continue the rest of the week. We heard very few shots during the day, indicating that nearby hunters were not having success either. We kept seeing deer in abundance, but no elk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last day of the trip, we decided to go to an area where I had seen numerous deer and see if Dad could get his doe. All five of us went together. Those of us who did not have doe tags would try to drive something to Dad and see if he could shoot it. We entered the woods and I began to see many tracks. After about 30 minutes of slow walking, I heard a noise ahead. I froze. There was a big doe staring at me through the aspen. I raised my rifle and looked at her through the scope. It was an easy shot. I could take her in the head and we could have Dad tag her. Then I began to have thoughts that stayed my finger. “You have Tim with you on this hunt. If you kill this deer, you will teach him by example that he does not need to abide by the rules. Is that what you want?” Another thought: “You can walk out of these woods with a doe and fill your Dad’s tag, or you can walk out of here with your integrity, but you can’t do both.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lowered my rifle and stared at the deer until it walked off. As quickly as I could I went and found my Dad and brought him to the spot to see if he could find the doe. We never found her and the tag went unfilled.On the way back to camp, we were telling stories of what we had seen. I heard the question, “Why didn’t you shoot?” It was not a question that expected an answer as much as it was intended to teach a lesson. It was a question that the asker had to deal with once in his life as well. My answer was, “I did not have permission to kill the doe.” I was never at peace as much as I was with that answer. I could have brought the doe in and everyone would have been glad for the extra animal. However, the price I would have had to pay would have been too great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible says: “Be not deceived, God is not mocked. Whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption, but he who sows to the Spirit will of the Spirit reap everlasting life.” Galatians 6:6-7 (NKJV) What a joy it was to reap the pleasures of everlasting life in my spirit rather than the corruption of the flesh through my rifle. I have faced more challenges in my integrity with a rifle in my hand than at any other time in my life. Integrity that takes a lifetime to build, but only a moment to give up. If surrendered, it is hard, sometimes impossible, to gain back. Knowing that one has faced a tough decision and has chosen the route of integrity is a great feeling. It rivals, even surpasses the joy of the hunt. It is not for the glory of the man, for there is no glory. The glory is for the Lord who changes the man and makes him a person that can consistently decide to do the deeds of integrity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps a Spirit-filled hunter is a contradiction in terms in the minds of many. I would not want to be any other kind. I know that a man can pursue any avenue of life that does not contradict the Scripture and bring glory to God. I want to be a hunter that brings glory to God because I let Him work in me in all areas and avenues of life. “And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.” Colossians 3:17 (NKJV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-2147433169400406825?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2147433169400406825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=2147433169400406825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/2147433169400406825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/2147433169400406825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/hunting-and-ethics.html' title='Hunting and Ethics'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/SFINBY7zs3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/oPTrr5FK4e4/s72-c/CIMG0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-4647973220986316905</id><published>2008-01-12T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:38:05.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Earthly Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R4mVUs-zVhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YAlJyJ_nI2A/s1600-h/AlWrightjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154815431406736914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R4mVUs-zVhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YAlJyJ_nI2A/s400/AlWrightjpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am writing a tribute today for a dear friend, Al Wright, who went home to be with Christ on January 2, 2008. He was a member of Berean Bible Fellowship, and we had just over two years together to get acquainted. His earthly trail is finished, but he lives in eternity with Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a great deal of time with Al over the few years that I knew him. It was our habit to meet for donuts every week and spend an hour together talking. I learned many things about him, some of which I will share this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He respected and honored his father. His father meant a great deal to Al, and though he was gone a lot in his work as a salesman, he instilled in Al some great values of work and industry that stayed with him all of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved his country. We would often talk of the modern political scene. He was a conservative man who supported conservative candidates and was often flabbergasted about the state of mind of those with whom he disagreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al would often talk of his military service in the US Army. He recalled with great detail the scenes of battle and the incidents that he lived through. He was proud of his service and spoke of working with General Mac Arthur, of serving in the Battle of the Bulge and of enduring the hardships of a good soldier. I was always amazed at his recall. So many men have come back from military service and buried their experiences in the depths of their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al loved his family. He would often talk with me about you and keep me up to date on what was going on in the family, even though I had not met most of you at that time. I know he prayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al loved his Savior. He talked often of his salvation, his early years with Christ and his continued devotion to the Savior. He loved being involved in church. Every time there was a meeting scheduled, he was there if he was physically able to be there. He prayed for the church, supported the pastor, and stuck with things through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved being involved with Gideon’s International. Gideon’s around the world are actively involved in distributing copies of God’s Word to as many as possible. He often told the story of the influence of the Word of God in his life before he was saved. It seems that in one of his tours of duty, he lived in the same barracks with a believer who had an active testimony. He would read the Bible out loud while Al was in the room. Al was not interested in the Bible at that time, but after a while he listened. He stated to me that it was the continual exposure to Scripture that softened his heart for the day and time of his personal response to God. God gave Al the blessing of meeting up with his Army buddy in the mall one day after Al was saved. They had a wonderful and tearful reunion as Al told the story of his salvation experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each knew Al in a different way. As you have gathered together here today, it is appropriate for you to share a memory with us that would be an encouragement to the family that is gathered at this memorial service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al’s favorite Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the weeks prior to Al’s death, I had the opportunity to meet with him many times and to share the Word of God with him. Today I will share with you two passages that lifted his spirits and encouraged his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16 tells us the gospel message in a simple form. Al loved this verse. It spoke to him of the fact of God’s love for him while he was a sinner. He understood that as God gave His Son, Jesus Christ to the world to pay the penalty of death for sinners, Al was included in those for whom the price was paid. Al knew that he was a sinner, but he understood that he was a sinner saved by grace. So, on a particular day in his adult life, Al came to the place where he received the gift of grace from God according to His promise and believed by faith. Al understood that his faith in Christ was a gift from God and he took no boasting in his faith. Rather, he rejoiced in the assurance that because of that faith which he exercised in Christ he would not perish, but have everlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Al rejoiced in his salvation, there was one thing that bothered him and he mentioned it several times. He was bothered by the fact that he received Christ so late in life. I know his exhortation to us today would be: don’t wait as long as I did to receive Christ and serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are at a memorial service and Al is no longer alive . . . on this earth. He has gone into the presence of Jesus Christ, according to the promise of God, and there he is as alive and vibrant as he ever was on earth – more so even. For you see, Al no longer has the physical limitations of a body that is suffering from the effects of Adam’s sin. He is freed from those constraints and sufferings. And that brings me to the second passage that I shared with Al that he loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II Corinthians 5 says: 1 For we know that when this earthly tent we live in is taken down – when we die and leave these bodies – we will have a home in heaven, an eternal body made for us by God himself and not by human hands. 2 We grow weary in our present bodies, and we long for the day when we will put on our heavenly bodies like new clothing. 3 For we will not be spirits without bodies, but we will put on new heavenly bodies. 4 Our dying bodies make us groan and sigh, but it's not that we want to die and have no bodies at all. We want to slip into our new bodies so that these dying bodies will be swallowed up by everlasting life. 5 God himself has prepared us for this, and as a guarantee he has given us his Holy Spirit. 6 So we are always confident, even though we know that as long as we live in these bodies we are not at home with the Lord. 7 That is why we live by believing and not by seeing. 8 Yes, we are fully confident, and we would rather be away from these bodies, for then we will be at home with the Lord. 9 So our aim is to please him always, whether we are here in this body or away from this body. 10 For we must all stand before Christ to be judged. We will each receive whatever we deserve for the good or evil we have done in our bodies. 11 It is because we know this solemn fear of the Lord that we work so hard to persuade others. God knows we are sincere, and I hope you know this, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Al was on this earth, he was a vibrant and energetic man – and I first met him when he was 87. But in his last years, you could see the reality of this passage in his life. He was slowing down and things were not as easy as before. He appreciated it when his grandson, Jason, would mow his grass for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, this promise has been fulfilled in Al’s life. He is in the presence of Christ. His body is in the grave, awaiting the day of resurrection, but He is in the presence of Christ in a glorified body that God has prepared for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al would want me to personalize these verses for you today, since you have come to honor him. He wants to see each of you in the presence of Christ some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can only get there through faith in Christ. You must believe that there is a holy God to whom you are accountable. You must understand that you are a sinner, prevented by your sin from ever standing in the presence of a holy God. You must know that God has prepared an answer to this problem by giving His Son, Jesus Christ, to pay the death penalty for sin by dying on the cross. When He arose from the dead three days later and ascended to heaven, he demonstrated that the penalty was paid and that heaven was open to all who would believe. But you must turn, with your will, from your sin and receive the One who died and rose again to pay the penalty for your sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Al were standing with me today on this platform, he would be sure to make this invitation: now is the day of salvation. Do not wait any longer to respond to the message of God’s grace and to receive His eternal promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final verse that I leave with you today sums up Al’s Christian walk with God on this earth. II Timothy 2: 1 You therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. 2 The things which you have heard from me in the presence of many witnesses, entrust these to faithful men who will be able to teach others also. 3 Suffer hardship with me, as a good soldier of Christ Jesus. 4 No soldier in active service entangles himself in the affairs of everyday life, so that he may please the one who enlisted him as a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al has finished his tour of duty on this earth for His Savior. He has appeared before him as a faithful man, completing what was entrusted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you consider the life of Al Wright with me today, I hope that you find in his testimony the challenge to be the faithful follower of Christ that he was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The service was a moving memorial.  Al's grandsons, Jason and Mitchell both spoke words from the heart that showed that Al truly was a godly influence for his family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were glad to have known Al and to be a part of his memorial tribute.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-4647973220986316905?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4647973220986316905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=4647973220986316905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4647973220986316905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4647973220986316905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-earthly-trail.html' title='End of the Earthly Trail'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R4mVUs-zVhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YAlJyJ_nI2A/s72-c/AlWrightjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-9175831171301231406</id><published>2007-12-06T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T10:00:27.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you Believe it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R1gZRZD0R4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/UAcXQrS7wsY/s1600-h/Trampoline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140886761218787202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R1gZRZD0R4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/UAcXQrS7wsY/s320/Trampoline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R1gY8ZD0R3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/5WdVVIzvG04/s1600-h/Trampoline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140886400441534322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 13px" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R1gY8ZD0R3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/5WdVVIzvG04/s200/Trampoline.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have got to get one of these trampolines!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140887177830614930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R1gZppD0R5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/WjMMmKW5Gck/s400/VendingMachines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Be sure you put your money in the right vending machine. Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5979752227994629610-9175831171301231406?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9175831171301231406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=9175831171301231406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/9175831171301231406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/9175831171301231406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can you Believe it?'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R1gZRZD0R4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/UAcXQrS7wsY/s72-c/Trampoline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-4978105667016294486</id><published>2007-11-23T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:20:07.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detour on the trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3PJ0JyYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wUeLMbCKDwE/s1600-h/CIMG0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136205002255747458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3PJ0JyYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wUeLMbCKDwE/s200/CIMG0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, there should be many posts about trails and adventures. Hunting season has come and gone and there are few trail reports to make. I did get a chance to go out for a weekend with some friends. They were the hunters and I tagged along. We went to a campground near Fish Lake outside of Wenatchee, WA. I remembered why I did not like camping at a campground. When the music was still playing at 12 midnight, I called the camp host on my cell phone and he came out with the Sheriff and quieted the place down. Wish I had called sooner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw some beautiful country. We were looking for deer, but the deer did not want to be seen. Attached are a few of the photos from the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3Pp0JyZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sZfMCvscsFw/s1600-h/CIMG0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136205010845682066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3Pp0JyZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sZfMCvscsFw/s200/CIMG0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beauty of the mountain range in the Cascades.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3QZ0JyaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TopODQpKgPc/s1600-h/CIMG0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136205023730583970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3QZ0JyaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TopODQpKgPc/s200/CIMG0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough tracks for track soup.  A little dry.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone was watching over us.  Mr. Buzzard kept his vigil.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3RJ0JybI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PtRR2_7Qn7A/s1600-h/CIMG0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136205036615485874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3RJ0JybI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PtRR2_7Qn7A/s200/CIMG0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3Op0JyXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DRKAOFC_Aew/s1600-h/CIMG0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3Op0JyXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DRKAOFC_Aew/s1600-h/CIMG0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136204993665812850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3Op0JyXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DRKAOFC_Aew/s200/CIMG0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down this trail have walked countless deer, but none when we were here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deer did not keep their appointment with destiny, and it would turn out to be my only trip out this season.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/5979752227994629610-4978105667016294486?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4978105667016294486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=4978105667016294486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4978105667016294486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/4978105667016294486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/detour-on-trail.html' title='Detour on the trail'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/R0d3PJ0JyYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wUeLMbCKDwE/s72-c/CIMG0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-3402605250344603232</id><published>2007-08-23T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:26:04.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A never ending trail</title><content type='html'>I had hoped to have many trail experiences posted this summer. But such was not to be. Things will change now in a few days. I have accepted a teaching position at Grace Academy in Marysville. I will be teaching three sections of Bible. 9th grade will look at the doctrine of Scripture and Interpretation. 10th grade will study doctrine. 11th grade will study the doctrine of the church and missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the trail I have been pursuing this summer has been the treadmill. Margaret and I have membership at the local 24 Hour Fitness club. That is a misnomer, because very few of the members could be defined by the word "fitness" unless it was in the sentence, "Most members of our club have little experience with fitness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go there in the morning about 6:45 and leave at 8 for a good hour plus workout. As part of my routine, I spend 10 - 12 minutes on the treadmill. Three of those minutes are running and the rest on a high pitched incline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some observations I have made on the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;1) I am in control of my speed, intensity and time. That is quite different from other trails I have been on. There the course is set before me, the time depends on my ability and the intensity depends on my effort.&lt;br /&gt;2) The scenery could be improved. In our club, there are TV's in front of us to help while away the time. I have read of some clubs that project a trail scene in front of the treadmill to keep customers occupied. Some of our patrons read while they walk - I have tried it, but need glasses and don't like to wear the glasses while I sweat.&lt;br /&gt;3) The mental time is stimulating. This is a great time to reflect, recite verses and pray. Margaret hooks up to a portable cd player and listens to books and music while she does her work.&lt;br /&gt;4) When you get off the machine, you are still at the same place you started - lots of energy invested, but not much progress made. The exercise thing is to be cultivated as a regular habit. It is a good feeling to get the heart rate up to a high level for a period of time in order to keep fit and energized.&lt;br /&gt;5) There is a big payoff in the future for me if I maintain consistency with my physical exercise now. I have already seen great improvement in my posture, my back strength, by endurance and my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the trails can be grand and glorious in God's great creation, or continuous belts on electric machines in stuffy gyms. The key is: are you walking, and if so, how is that walk going . . . phycially, spiritually and personally?  (No photos on this one because cameras are not allowed in the gym.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-3402605250344603232?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3402605250344603232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=3402605250344603232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/3402605250344603232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/3402605250344603232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-ending-trail.html' title='A never ending trail'/><author><name>AVU</name><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-5979752227994629610.post-852437825161751773</id><published>2007-08-01T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:46:37.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firey Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fireweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. One of my favorites along the trail. Blooms reddish pink in early summer. Develops a series of reddish pods through the summer and then fuzzy white seeds in late summer and fall. When the flowers are in bloom, a field of them will &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFrzGGRJRI/AAAAAAAAADc/ILasRui-J3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093971179087144210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFrzGGRJRI/AAAAAAAAADc/ILasRui-J3Q/s200/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look like it is on fire. In the fall, when the seeds are flying in the breeze, a&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFvc2GRJWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gQS4dfVKIP0/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093975194881566050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFvc2GRJWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gQS4dfVKIP0/s200/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; field of fireweed will look like it is smoking. Quite a great plant and beauty from our Creator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093972085325243698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFsn2GRJTI/AAAAAAAAADs/VgnhRJm4IRQ/s200/Fireweedseeds.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;Peter talks about fire. Not the brimstone of judgment, but the welcome fire of trials that purify the believer. I Peter 4:12Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. 13But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:7 7so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imagery that Peter uses opens our eyes to the trials of life. The word is a word that signifies the trial of man's fidelity, integrity, virtue, constancy. This integrity, this fidelity is put to the test by that which is called “firey.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the smelter worked metal and wanted it pure, he would bring up the temperature in the furnace to the point where the metal was liquefied. At that temperature, the pure metal was consolidated and any dross or slag was removed. The remaining metal was more pure after the fire than it was prior to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Peter welds these two words together, he produces a concept that ignites our imagination. The tests of life, designed by God, are intended to display purity and fidelity that are only His work. In ourselves, there is only dross and slag. In His fruit-producing life in us, there is only purity and goodness. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093973970815886658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFuVmGRJUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fyePfofVZHs/s200/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples of firey trials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial problems can force me to take my eyes off of my self-reliance and to return them to the Lord who has promised to meet all of my needs according to His riches in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health problems can force me to depend on God for daily strength rather than on myself and my body for daily strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminal illness can cause me to consider that there is an eternity I am about to face and that I had better get ready for what comes after while there is still time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the trial you are going through. Look for the purifying fire in it. There is some there, for God has described the testing, the purifying, the purging as a welcome time of fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see some fireweed along the trail, remember God is purifying your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093974859874116946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFvJWGRJVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-pxcrbAOf8M/s200/IMG_0154.JPG" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5979752227994629610-852437825161751773?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/852437825161751773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=852437825161751773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/852437825161751773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/852437825161751773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/firey-trials.html' title='Firey Trials'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFrzGGRJRI/AAAAAAAAADc/ILasRui-J3Q/s72-c/IMG_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-8227828368748063952</id><published>2007-08-01T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:26:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctification</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFoIGGRJPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ttIMwTOmeS0/s1600-h/Serene+Lake+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093967141817885938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFoIGGRJPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ttIMwTOmeS0/s200/Serene+Lake+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people whom I know are having an online discussion regarding sanctification. One (&lt;a href="http://mytwocents.wordpress.com/"&gt;Chris Anderson&lt;/a&gt;) is proposing what some Puritan authors of old have taught regarding sanctification: fill one's being with the glories of Christ and there will be little room for sin. The other, (&lt;a href="http://www.ebaptist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Don Johnson&lt;/a&gt;) is saying that such an approach borders on mysticism and is not taking into account the struggle against sin that demands the employment of the human will. (I hope I have summarized this correctly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This text is one of the quotes debated: "So the path forward is not to decrease one’s affections but rather to &lt;strong&gt;enlarge them and fill them with ‘heavenly things&lt;/strong&gt;.’ Here one is not trying to escape the painful realities of this life but rather endeavoring to &lt;strong&gt;reframe one’s perspective of life around a much larger canvas that encompasses all of reality. &lt;/strong&gt;To respond to the distorting nature of sin you must &lt;strong&gt;set your affections on the beauty and glory of God, the loveliness of Christ, and the wonder of the gospel&lt;/strong&gt;: ‘Were our affections filled, taken up, and possessed with these things . . . what access could sin, with its painted pleasures, with its sugared poisons, with its envenomed baits, have unto our souls? Resisting sin, according to this Puritan divine, comes not by deadening your affections but by awakening them to God himself. Do not seek to empty your cup as a way to avoid sin, but rather seek to fill it up with the Spirit of life, so there is no longer room for sin.’ " Find this quote &lt;a href="http://www.ebaptist.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;under the August 1 post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This discussion interests me because I taught and preached on this topic a while back. I am including a summary of some of the points taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The thoughts and desires that are at the very center of your life are the things that are important to you. They represent your values and commitments. Things you are willing to die for. Your faith in Christ is found here as the single most important thing in your life.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says, “Keep your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life" (Proverbs 4:24), so it is that which is in the very center of life affects the way you think. Your thoughts affect the way you choose and your choices dictate your behavior. Therefore, in order to change your behavior, God must change your heart. There is only one way that your heart can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;The things you hold dear in your heart, your inner man, are the things that affect your values and thinking. Proverbs 27:3 says that “As he thinks in his heart, so is he.” Your desires and affections affect your thinking. That is why Paul warns believers to be transformed by the renewing of our minds (Romans 12:2) rather than to be conformed to the world. Since we have a new nature, our thinking is brought to change. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFofGGRJQI/AAAAAAAAADU/3_8EytwCSYU/s1600-h/Serene+Lake+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093967536954877186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFofGGRJQI/AAAAAAAAADU/3_8EytwCSYU/s200/Serene+Lake+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your thinking changes, then your choices are affected. “I delight to do Your will, O my God, and Your law is within my heart.” (Psalm 40:8) The delight in the will of God comes because your heart and mind are influenced by the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;The final element that changes in life based on what is in the heart are the actions. The deeds others see are not just reactions to the circumstances of life. They are responses made to the deep things that you have placed in your life over the years in the form of values, decisions and desires.&lt;br /&gt;There are some practical applications to this illustration. 1) If we simply focus on a person’s actions in order to build change, we may obtain the change, but the heart has not been reached. Lasting change and growth occur when the heart is changed. 2) If we seek to reach the heart of a person, we must take time to develop the kind of relationship that can search the deep things of the heart. 3) When making decisions that seem automatic in your life, they will be based on the years of wisdom or foolishness stored up in your heart. You will respond based on the way you have trained yourself to respond. Therefore, it is necessary that you take time to be careful how you are going to live, how you are going to think and how you are going to choose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how this is made practical for me. The struggle for sanctification is a warfare. Ephesians 6 is clear about that. Filling my mind with spiritual things, with the excellencies of Christ does crowd out sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am tempted to have wicked thoughts and vain imaginations, I quote II Corinthians 10:3-5 several times in my mind until the thoughts diminish. Then I fill my mind with the excellencies of Christ by quoting verses that deal with my subject matter so that my mind is renewed. If I am angry and having angry thoughts, I will quote and meditate on the fact that the "anger of man does not achieve the righteousness of God (James 1). If I am fighting lust, I will quote Philippians 4:8 and will deliberately bring into my mind things that are good and pure to replace the temptation to think on impurity. If I am struggling with jealousy, I will confess it as sin and work hard to think thoughts of honor regarding the person I am jealous toward. All of this is empowered by the Holy Spirit who is bringing me to perfection in Christ (Colossians 1:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I take trips into the mountains &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093962812490851538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFkMGGRJNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ntGdCObt2go/s200/IMG_0167.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;(Don prefers the prairies and God created both) I fill my eyes with the beauty of creation, I fill my mind with praise toward God for what He has done, I meditate on the many benefits He has given me beyond what I can see (see Ephesians 1 for this) I fill my voice with song and give verbal praise and worship to God. All of this activity crowds out sin in my life for the time that I am exercising my will to worship and adore. Now, I will have to fight sin a few minutes later perhaps, when unexpected temptations arise in my mind, but I Corinthians 10:13 comes to play here and I quote it repeatedly and use it as the sword it is intended to be in my fight against sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that any of this is defined by the word "mysticism." It is practical Christianity that puts into practice what believers have been teaching throughout the centuries. The battle is in the mind (Rom 12:2) and it requires a fully dedicated body (all parts of man - Rom 12:1) to win the battle in league with the omnipotent Holy Spirit, our Comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093962825375753442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFkM2GRJOI/AAAAAAAAADE/jzZiQWSOkQo/s200/IMG_0159.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts from the trail: the trail of sanctification.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-8227828368748063952?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8227828368748063952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=8227828368748063952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/8227828368748063952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/8227828368748063952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/sanctification.html' title='Sanctification'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RrFoIGGRJPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ttIMwTOmeS0/s72-c/Serene+Lake+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-6452454384825226126</id><published>2007-07-14T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:26:35.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdo One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Reading the other day a familiar passage in a new translation (ESV) and came across this section in Romans chapter 12: 9Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. 10Love one another with brotherly affection. &lt;strong&gt;Outdo one another in showing honor&lt;/strong&gt;. 11Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. 12Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. 13Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Rpj9f_9hrRI/AAAAAAAAACk/NAjfko2FKNg/s1600-h/jULY4+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087094505302240530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Rpj9f_9hrRI/AAAAAAAAACk/NAjfko2FKNg/s320/jULY4+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I found out that the word "Outdo" has a definition of: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to go before and show the way, to go before and lead, to go before as a leader&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Our English use of the word suggests a competitive spirit. The New Testament use of the word presents to us the idea that in showing honor (value) for another, we must each take the lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us enjoy it when a person is honored for an achievement that is earned. We congratulate the graduate for his academic achievement. We applaud the sports hero for feats of athletic excellence. We celebrate a birthday with enthusiasm and delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in showing honor, we should consider that while we enjoy it when we are honored or when someone honors another, it takes work to honor someone. I believe Paul is exhorting believers to work hard at declaring how valuable each other is. Look at the paragraph in which this exhortation is found. It is full of imperatives that direct us to avtively involve ourselves in the lives of others. Paul lived in a day in which believers were persecuted for their faith. In that first century culture, if Christians did not look out for one another, no one else would. Not much has changed from that day until now. The nature of our society demands that believers work hard at taking the lead in honoring one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take the lead in honoring a pastor, teacher or other Christian worker. Most of these people do not receive recognition for the value they provide to your life. Consider what your life would be like without their input, their care or their sacrifice. Determine how that person understands honor and take the lead in honoring. Some respond to public displays, some to private, some to personal. Some respond to gifts, some to cards and notes and some to shared experiences "let's go fishing", etc. In all of the activity though, be sure to include at least a paragraph of description that outlines the value you place on that person's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take the lead in honoring a child. I have tried to make it a point to take my children out for breakfast on their birthday, if they are anywhere near. During that time I try to make it clear that they are people of value and that I consider them honorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take the lead in honoring a spouse. Most of us enjoy it when our spouse honors us. Take practical steps to honor, show value, display worth. Recently I was amazed at how honored my wife felt when I took it upon myself to do some things for her that she needed to have done for a while. Checking those things off of the to-do list made her feel that I was paying attention to her and seeking to show her value by investing my time and skill in doing something she could not do for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As a practical extension, believers must be people who are always looking for people to honor. According to Paul's exhortation, we should become a people who are taking the lead in our church, our community, our neighborhood, our school, our Scout troop and our nation in showing honor to those to whom honor is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Rpj9gf9hrSI/AAAAAAAAACs/YjJqi1Iu6DA/s1600-h/jULY4+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087094513892175138" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Rpj9gf9hrSI/AAAAAAAAACs/YjJqi1Iu6DA/s320/jULY4+097.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that when Paul declared the necessity of showing honor to the king in Romans 13, this would turn out to be the king that would eventually take his life. In that case, Paul would have refered to the honor that the king displayed as being the one whom God had placed in control in order to accomplish for God what only he could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a perspective will change our homes, our churches, our schools and all relationships when applied. Take the lead in showing honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Rpj9hP9hrTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gTcMcAsjg5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087094526777077042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Rpj9hP9hrTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gTcMcAsjg5Y/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-6452454384825226126?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6452454384825226126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=6452454384825226126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/6452454384825226126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/6452454384825226126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/outdo-one-another.html' title='Outdo One Another'/><author><name>AVU</name><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/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Rpj9f_9hrRI/AAAAAAAAACk/NAjfko2FKNg/s72-c/jULY4+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-8868067974281235817</id><published>2007-07-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:43:08.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridalveil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falls'/><title type='text'>Serene Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083940179571010210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3IqE6qaqI/AAAAAAAAABk/F8U1HtRLscc/s200/Serene+Lake+133.jpg" width="532" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SERENE LAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;July, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FSk6qakI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Dy2c_K9bvI0/s1600-h/Serene+Lake+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083936477309200962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FSk6qakI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Dy2c_K9bvI0/s320/Serene+Lake+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took in another great trail on July 3, 2007 to Serene Lake. Sign says 3.5 miles to lake. We added a mile hiking to Bridalveil Falls - a trip well worth the steps - so a total of 8 miles for the day. About 3.5 hours to the lake, with plenty of stops and pictures at the falls (4.5 miles to the lake via the falls for those who think we hike at the speed of slugs) and about 2 hours back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083940192455912114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="70" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3Iq06qarI/AAAAAAAAABs/QHLoZ8AYg4I/s200/Serene+Lake+112.jpg" width="40" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time Jonathan was with me. Found out that he is able to provide running commentary either in song or random thoughts as we hiked. A welcome change from hiking&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RphOzv9hrQI/AAAAAAAAACc/APFlyOKcr1c/s1600-h/Serene+Lake+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086902430069796098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RphOzv9hrQI/AAAAAAAAACc/APFlyOKcr1c/s200/Serene+Lake+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with just my own thoughts. He was also a great help in clearing the trail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hike started out easy on an old logging road abandoned years ago. This took us up to the falls area. After that the switchbacks began and we gained most of our 2000' elevation gain for the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FTU6qamI/AAAAAAAAABE/VQ5ncuH5AEc/s1600-h/Serene+Lake+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083936490194102882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="148" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FTU6qamI/AAAAAAAAABE/VQ5ncuH5AEc/s320/Serene+Lake+053.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FS06qalI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3oWRxV0i7Lk/s1600-h/Serene+Lake+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083936481604168274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FS06qalI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3oWRxV0i7Lk/s320/Serene+Lake+033.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of berries along the way. The salmon berry is ripe now. Raspberries and blackberries will wait until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FTU6qamI/AAAAAAAAABE/VQ5ncuH5AEc/s1600-h/Serene+Lake+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083940145211271810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="98" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3IoE6qaoI/AAAAAAAAABU/3pyPek3Z8sI/s200/Serene+Lake+085.jpg" width="10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bridalveil falls was in great form. Still lots of snow melt coming out of the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083940158096173714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="90" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3Io06qapI/AAAAAAAAABc/alwOoOvvtoc/s200/Serene+Lake+091.jpg" width="55" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of steps built into the hillside on the trail. Over 600 of these steps. Great for the calves. I was wondering as I hiked the step section from the falls on, who it was that was the first man up here and why did he come? Also, I was hoping that they were able to get the materials in by heli, or someone would have a lot of packing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083940205340814018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3Irk6qasI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Tfxru6H3vtE/s200/Serene+Lake+147.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This lake is in a bowl.  It is what remains of a volcano after it blew its top many years ago.  I do not know if God created this volcano with apparant age and put the lake there on the day of creation or if he allowed it to be formed when the mountain blew its top some time since.  There are many of these lakes in the Cascade mountains.  And they are beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great views along the way of the Cascade Mountains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FTk6qanI/AAAAAAAAABM/t2XYJAyk4Qo/s1600-h/Serene+Lake+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083936494489070194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FTk6qanI/AAAAAAAAABM/t2XYJAyk4Qo/s320/Serene+Lake+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is it about the hike?  The conquest of the trail?  The attaining of a goal?  The exertion and challenge of something we do not normally do?  The solitude  - with God and without the normal distractions.  The opportunity to be physically challenged, spiritually recharged and personally driven.  Driven to accomplish, to explore, to go beyond personal limits.  And to see the handiwork of God in creation.  The fingers of the mountain ranges are like the frosting on meringue, where God lifted his palate knife and left ridges with jagged tops.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The trail is a great place to contemplate the Sovereignty of God and the finite nature of man.  Get on a high ridge and look down on dwellings, cars, roads, bridges and all of the works of man and see that from just the top of the ridge they all look so small and insignificant.  Psalm 19:1   The heavens declare the glory of God,   and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Job 11:7Can you find out the deep things of God?   Can you find out the limit of the Almighty? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Psalm 104 31May the glory of the LORD endure forever;   may the LORD rejoice in his works, 32who looks on the earth and it trembles,   who touches the mountains and they smoke! 33I will sing to the LORD as long as I live;   I will sing praise to my God while I have being. 34May my meditation be pleasing to him,   for I rejoice in the LORD.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are the thoughts that go along with us on the trail.  Oh yes, there are many other thoughts running through the mind also, but it is a special time of worship, confession, prayer, planning . . . kind of like taking a walk with God in the garden.  I remember something about a man who did that a long time ago - only he did not have any confession issues to discuss with God - and he did not have the thorns and briars we fuss with.  Of course, he did not live in the state of Washington either.  But when Adam sinned, the change in his relationship with God must have been his greatest loss.  That friend with whom he fellowshipped daily was gone.  By the power of the hew birth and the indwelling Spirit of God, the relentless pursuer of our souls, we are able to recapture a small bit of that intimacy.  One day we will have fellowship like we never knew it on earth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come back for another chapter in the hikes of the summer of 2007, i.e. worship experiences.         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3FTk6qanI/AAAAAAAAABM/t2XYJAyk4Qo/s1600-h/Serene+Lake+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-8868067974281235817?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8868067974281235817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=8868067974281235817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/8868067974281235817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/8868067974281235817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/serene-lake.html' title='Serene Lake'/><author><name>AVU</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/Ro3IqE6qaqI/AAAAAAAAABk/F8U1HtRLscc/s72-c/Serene+Lake+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979752227994629610.post-7468980503121609434</id><published>2007-06-26T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:20:31.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trail Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Thinking of a name for this blog, I chose the title "MYTRAILTHOUGHTS" I am planning to spend a significant amount of time this summer on the trail - literally - walking and thinking through important issues. I am also on a personal trail, an adventure really, of waiting on the Lord, keeping busy with His revealed will, and seeking His direction for life and ministry - so there is a trail there too, although one that I will have to walk with few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG11RLVcXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rJT6lPSI2H0/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080541781399269746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG11RLVcXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rJT6lPSI2H0/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my first trails this year was a hike to Shaw Lake. I came across the existence of this lake last fall during hunting season when I talked with several people who had been there and back. The trail is really an old logging road that has been removed from road use and turned into foot and bike traffic only. Entrance is through a gate that has been erected to keep out motorcycles and cars. However, motorcycle riders have made a trail around the gate and use the roadway frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half a mile, the road heads uphill for the rest of the 3.5 miles to the lake. Some of the land has been clear cut of logs and replanted with new fir trees. Some of the land is second growth timber - land that was cut about 50 years ago, replanted and now has fir trees that are about 100' tall. Some of the land is covered with old growth timber - forest that has never been cut. All of this land is well managed and one day will be cut again when the trees mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the timber company was done with the most recent harvest, they cut ditches across the road every 50 to 100 yards. So&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG11xLVcZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uFJdhyqY7IY/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080541789989204370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG11xLVcZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uFJdhyqY7IY/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me are 2-3 feet deep and others are 6-8 feet deep. These ditches allow rain and snow melt to head downhill. The rock roadbed is still in place and useable in the future, after the ditches are filled in. In the meantime, foot traffic, and the few motorcycles brought in are the main travelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the road switches back and forth across the face of the mountain, a new perspective of the surrounding land is seen. With each 100 feet in elevation gain, the horizon expands and the view keeps on getting better. The patchwork view of the land shows evidence of the result of long term timber harvest and land management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG11hLVcYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HPkopM2Jmx8/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080541785694237058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG11hLVcYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HPkopM2Jmx8/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop and rest a few times along the way. I cut a walking stick for myself and use it the rest of the trip. Soon, I pass through a stand of maturing fir trees and hear a drumming sound. It is a male grouse, strutting his stuff and trying to impress his future wife. Another male sounds off, seeking to claim his bride. This is a great sound; one not heard back in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours, I reach the top of the ridge. There I come across a swampy pond area. Lots of visible beaver activity. Many trees have been gnawed on and some have fallen into the water. After a while, I see a beaver ever so briefly as he quickly dives beneath the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG12BLVcbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5TKIudbqb7k/s1600-h/SkippingRocks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080541794284171698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG12BLVcbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5TKIudbqb7k/s320/SkippingRocks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue on to the lake and am pleased to find a beautiful spot. Quiet, peaceful, and filled with small black flies that like to bite. After a few rocks skipped on the surface of the glassy lake and after a few pictures, I tire of swatting the flies and start on the move again. It seems like they stay away when walking but swarm to the victim when I stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a great day for reflection. Prayer over needs, people and situations abounds. A time of praising the Lord in song is also a great way to spend the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG12BLVcaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pv_PA4jSO4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080541794284171682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG12BLVcaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pv_PA4jSO4Q/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, the trail is downhill all the way - something that my knees tell me with each step is not a good thing. I am glad for the walking stick I chose at the beginning of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson:  the downhill would seem to be easier.  But when the uphill struggle is removed, the downhill "coasting" has its own set of stresses and strains.  Do not complain about the uphill struggles of life.  The downhill times can be even rougher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5979752227994629610-7468980503121609434?l=mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7468980503121609434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5979752227994629610&amp;postID=7468980503121609434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/7468980503121609434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979752227994629610/posts/default/7468980503121609434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrailthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-trail-thoughts.html' title='My Trail Thoughts'/><author><name>AVU</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_LBKQQ7PBdgQ/RoG11RLVcXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rJT6lPSI2H0/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
