<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821</id><updated>2009-09-28T07:55:38.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple of God's Eye's</title><subtitle type='html'>He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye. (The Bible- Deuteronomy 32:10)</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/apple.xml'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-1035057373383833437</id><published>2009-09-28T07:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:54:20.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Comfort!</title><summary type='text'>September 28When a tear is wept by thee, think not that God doth not behold; for, "Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him." Thy sigh is able to move the heart of Jehovah; thy whisper can incline His ear unto thee; thy prayer can stay His hand; thy faith can move His arm. Think not that God sits on high taking no account of thee. Remember that however poor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/1035057373383833437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=1035057373383833437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/1035057373383833437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/1035057373383833437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2009/09/what-comfort_28.html' title='What Comfort!'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-5778468807005294156</id><published>2009-06-23T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:48:03.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The Clay, And You Our Potter</title><summary type='text'>Imagine a beautiful china tea cup saying:“I wasn’t always like this, there was a time when I was just a cold, hard lump of clay. One day the potter picked me up and said, “I could do something with this”. Then he started to put pressure on me and change my shape. I said, “What are you doing? That hurts, stop!” but he said, “Not yet.” Then he put me on a wheel and began to spin me around and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/5778468807005294156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=5778468807005294156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/5778468807005294156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/5778468807005294156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2009/06/we-are-clay-and-you-our-potter.html' title='We Are The Clay, And You Our Potter'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-8763595464956904490</id><published>2008-08-17T14:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:56:35.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mercy Of The Lord</title><summary type='text'>It is tender mercy.   With gentle, loving touch, he heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.   He is as gracious in the manner of his mercy as in the matter of it.      It is great mercy.   There is nothing little in God; his mercy is like himself- It is infinite.   You cannot measure it.   His mercy is so great that it forgives great sins to great sinners, after great lengths of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/8763595464956904490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=8763595464956904490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/8763595464956904490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/8763595464956904490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2008/08/mercy-of-lord.html' title='The Mercy Of The Lord'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-1720940291500672735</id><published>2008-07-29T02:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:47:30.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Too Cheap?</title><summary type='text'>A miner once said to a preacher, "I'd like to be a Christian, but I can't receive what you said tonight." "Why not?" asked the preacher. "Well, I'd give anything to believe that God would forgive my sins, but I can't believe He'll forgive me if I just turn to Him. It's too cheap." The preacher looked at him and said, "Have you been working today?" Surprised, the man replied, "Yes, I was down in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/1720940291500672735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=1720940291500672735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/1720940291500672735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/1720940291500672735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2008/07/salvation-too-cheap.html' title='Salvation Too Cheap?'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-8329566998823651518</id><published>2008-07-29T01:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:41:46.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the Cost</title><summary type='text'>Let's ask ourselves this question: "Am I concerned about the sacrifices I may be called upon to make in serving Christ?" Two young men were talking about this very thing. One of them said, "I cannot tell you all that the Lord Jesus is to me, or what He has done for me. I do wish you would enlist in His army."					"I'm thinking about it," answered the other young man, "but it means giving up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/8329566998823651518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=8329566998823651518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/8329566998823651518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/8329566998823651518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2008/07/counting-cost.html' title='Counting the Cost'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-6753561635734747435</id><published>2008-03-26T09:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:32:58.381Z</updated><title type='text'>Technology and the Bible - eNews for March 25, 2008</title><summary type='text'>Quoted from http://www.khouse.org/enews_article/2008/997/print/:        Technology and the Bible        from the March 25,   2008 eNews issue    http://www.khouse.org (visit our website   for a FREE subscription) Why do we believe the Bible is accurate? Is it more   than just a history book? What makes it different from all other religious   books? How do we know that the Bible really is the Word</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/6753561635734747435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=6753561635734747435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/6753561635734747435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/6753561635734747435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2008/03/technology-and-bible-enews-for-march-25.html' title='Technology and the Bible - eNews for March 25, 2008'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-3256359806141180599</id><published>2007-04-07T19:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T19:33:24.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><summary type='text'>There was ONE who lived, and was called The Resurrection and The Life! He changed history, brought hope, and the promise of eternal life. Check it out! http://www.atstracts.org.  Happy Easter! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/3256359806141180599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=3256359806141180599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/3256359806141180599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/3256359806141180599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-116767326138576838</id><published>2007-01-01T17:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:34:59.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>REJOICE</title><summary type='text'>We will be glad and rejoice in thee. We will not open the gates of the year to the dolorous notes of the sackbut, but to the sweet strains of the harp of joy, and the high sounding cymbals of gladness. “O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise unto the rock of our salvation.” We, the called and faithful and chosen, we will drive away our griefs, and set up our banners of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/116767326138576838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=116767326138576838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/116767326138576838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/116767326138576838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2007/01/rejoice_01.html' title='REJOICE'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-115605870549110887</id><published>2006-08-20T08:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T08:25:05.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Case Against God</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who has ever taken a philosophy class has probably heard this question: Can God create a rock so massive that He cannot lift it? If we answer that He can create such a rock, we admit God's inability to lift or move the rock and thus imply He is less than all powerful. If we say He cannot create such a rock, then we declare Him limited in His creative abilities. If we identify the impasse </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0891099646/ref=ase_greatestjourn-20/102-0915275-6777714?v=glance&amp;s=books' title='The Case Against God'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/115605870549110887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=115605870549110887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/115605870549110887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/115605870549110887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2006/08/case-against-god.html' title='The Case Against God'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-113736025878063341</id><published>2006-01-15T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:13:45.466Z</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Wishes</title><summary type='text'>Thank u! May this new year bring u all that is good and perfect...Happy new year!...X...Happy new year! May the blessings of God during this year be yours. Amen...Whatever the new year may bring, success and triumph will surely be ur's and the  blessings of God that makes riches will abundantly abide with u and all yours.  Happy new year! Thanx!! Happy New Year 2u! God bless, ABefore the Sun sets</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/113736025878063341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=113736025878063341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/113736025878063341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/113736025878063341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2006/01/my-new-year-wishes.html' title='My New Year Wishes'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-113736186210502534</id><published>2005-12-29T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:26:52.830Z</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Messages</title><summary type='text'>.+''"+.May i be  .+''"+.+''"+.the first   .+''"+.+"''+.+   to "+. wish you      "+.  .+""+.+""+.+    Merry  + "+. Christmas!      "+.+"May   yr   xmas  be  full  of joy  and  laughter.  MERRY  XMAS... we    Love   U...Happy christmas yea.. XMAY THE ABUNDANT LOVE OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST CONTINUE TO ABIDE WITH YOU ALL  TIMES. MERRY CHRISTMAS...As D sky breaks into a Beautiful sunrise, may God open</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/113736186210502534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/113736186210502534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2005/12/my-christmas-messages.html' title='My Christmas Messages'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-112705686425190403</id><published>2005-09-18T16:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T16:21:04.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting Him</title><summary type='text'>The presence of Jesus is the assurance of eternal salvation, because he lives, we shall live also.We should follow Christ in simplicity and faith, because the paths in which he leads us all end in glory and immortality.It is true they may not be smooth paths-they may be covered with sharp flinty trials, but they lead to the “city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.” “All the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/112705686425190403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=112705686425190403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112705686425190403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112705686425190403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2005/09/trusting-him.html' title='Trusting Him'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-112210381110455007</id><published>2005-07-23T08:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:36:32.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My bills paid</title><summary type='text'>Manifold are our sins against God. Whether the bill be little or great, the same receipt can discharge one as the other. The blood of Jesus Christ is as blessed and divine a payment for the transgressions of blaspheming Peter as for the shortcomings of loving John.Spurgeon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/112210381110455007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=112210381110455007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112210381110455007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112210381110455007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2005/07/my-bills-paid.html' title='My bills paid'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-112210262885206688</id><published>2005-07-23T08:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:46:55.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Act of Love</title><summary type='text'>A bad action may be all the worse, because of the person who has committed it. When we sin, who are the chosen favorites of heaven, we sin with an emphasis; ours is a crying offence, because we are so peculiarly indulged. If an angel should lay his hand upon us when we are doing evil, he need not use any other rebuke than the question, “What thou? What dost thou here?” Much forgiven, much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/112210262885206688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=112210262885206688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112210262885206688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112210262885206688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2005/07/act-of-love.html' title='Act of Love'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-112119658166981974</id><published>2005-07-12T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:29:41.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><summary type='text'>I got up early one morningAnd rushed right into the day;I had so much to accomplishThat I didn’t have time to prayProblems just tumbled about me,And heavier came each task."why doesn’t God help me?"I wondered. He answered."You didn’t ask."I wanted to see joy and beauty,but the day toiled on, grey and bleak;I wondered why God didn’t show me.He said,"but you didn’t seek".I tried to come into God's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/112119658166981974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=112119658166981974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112119658166981974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112119658166981974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2005/07/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-112119629581069798</id><published>2005-07-12T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:24:55.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Self</title><summary type='text'>Higher than the highest heavens,Deeper than the deepest sea.Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered;Grant me now my soul's petition,None of self, and all of Thee. AMEN.Meyer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/112119629581069798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=112119629581069798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112119629581069798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/112119629581069798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2005/07/self.html' title='Self'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-111833689284640486</id><published>2005-06-09T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T18:08:12.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Hunger</title><summary type='text'>There is deep within the heart of every man a restless desire to know the One who made us.  We want to discover the purpose He has for our existence in His vast universe. We long to find peace in a world that is being torn apart by feuding families, warring nations, militant religious groups, economic uncertainty, and self-destructive addictions. At times, we may try to suppress that longing.  We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/111833689284640486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=111833689284640486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/111833689284640486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/111833689284640486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2005/06/soul-hunger.html' title='Soul Hunger'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-111705198252577153</id><published>2005-05-25T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:13:02.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Irish Blessing</title><summary type='text'>"May there always be work for your hands to do, mayyour purse always hold a coin or two. May the sunalways shine on your windowpane, may a rainbow becertain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friendalways be near you, may God fill your heart withgladness to cheer you."- Irish BlessingJoanna.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/111705198252577153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=111705198252577153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/111705198252577153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/111705198252577153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2005/05/irish-blessing.html' title='An Irish Blessing'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-110419316361659956</id><published>2004-12-28T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:19:23.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Out of Sight</title><summary type='text'>There are many friends that crosses our paths,And no matter how hard we try to hold onTo the cherished memory of their friendships,It seems they are destined to pass out of sightNevertheless, leaving  a mark,An indelible impression,That can never be forgotten…Time and distance,Pressures of day to day livingMay try to obliterate, and erode,But you're only a thought away,A memory away</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/110419316361659956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=110419316361659956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110419316361659956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110419316361659956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2004/12/out-of-sight.html' title='Out of Sight'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-110305372580902319</id><published>2004-12-14T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:22:03.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Character builder</title><summary type='text'>Never lack in zeal, Keep spiritual fervour, joyful in hope; patient in affliction; faithfull in prayer...Romans 12</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%2012:9-21;&amp;version=45;' title='Character builder'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/110305372580902319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=110305372580902319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110305372580902319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110305372580902319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2004/12/character-builder.html' title='Character builder'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-110298443133075264</id><published>2004-12-14T01:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:33:51.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Acceptable</title><summary type='text'>Work produced by faith.Labour prompted by love.Endurance inspired by hope.Obedience that comes from faith.Righteousness by faith.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/110298443133075264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=110298443133075264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110298443133075264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110298443133075264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2004/12/acceptable.html' title='Acceptable'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-110249465000589108</id><published>2004-12-08T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-08T08:30:50.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Wandering</title><summary type='text'>Many a times, we may wander away from God's loving presence and from his divine plan's, trying to do things our own way, in effect, leaving the well of living water to look for water in broken cistern's or hewing for ourselves broken cisterns that can hold no water! Yet the sovereign God, the eternal loving God, still draws us back unto Himself... “Adam! Where art thou? He calls” We would do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/110249465000589108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=110249465000589108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110249465000589108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110249465000589108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2004/12/wandering.html' title='Wandering'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-110203986804592383</id><published>2004-12-03T02:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T02:36:38.876Z</updated><title type='text'>The Curiosity of Evil</title><summary type='text'>What is it about evil that arouses our curiosity? People who are otherwise good, moral, and decent people can get caught up with the curiosity of evil. I believe that many people today have become trapped in sin because of a curiosity about evil. They are like a moth that keeps darting toward a flame. It has a fatal attraction to it. It dashes into it and then away from it, back and forth, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.purelifeministries.org/Unchained/11-Nov_Files/Articles/1119-Curiosity_of_Evil.htm' title='The Curiosity of Evil'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/110203986804592383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=110203986804592383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110203986804592383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110203986804592383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2004/12/curiosity-of-evil.html' title='The Curiosity of Evil'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-110204075978702514</id><published>2004-11-20T02:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:13:08.936Z</updated><title type='text'>The Lies of Tolerance</title><summary type='text'>A commercial aired during the evening news was filled with children and teens pleading with the viewers to be tolerant with those of different races, religions and lifestyle choices.  They sounded so sincere, so guileless.  The message was simple and appealing.  Their statements held a certain validity.  And yet, underlying this seemingly innocent commercial was a propaganda based upon lies to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.purelifeministries.org/Unchained/11-Nov_Files/Articles/1126-Lies_of_Tolerance.htm' title='The Lies of Tolerance'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/110204075978702514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=110204075978702514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110204075978702514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110204075978702514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2004/11/lies-of-tolerance.html' title='The Lies of Tolerance'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8379821.post-110204742201223327</id><published>2004-11-14T04:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T05:05:58.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Lust</title><summary type='text'>"Two bishops were walking down the street when they noticed a scantily-clad prostitute coming toward them. As she passed, one bishop turned his head and said to the other, Brother Bishop, avert your eyes. The second, bishop, however, did not look away, but stared intently at the woman as she walked by. When she had passed, the first bishop turned to his companion, only to see tears in his eyes. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.pureintimacy.org/gr/intimacy/redemption/a0000154.cfm' title='Lust'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/110204742201223327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8379821&amp;postID=110204742201223327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110204742201223327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8379821/posts/default/110204742201223327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/apple/2004/11/lust.html' title='Lust'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09456162933816262085'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
