tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80773885632349796852024-03-18T21:03:53.929-04:00Spirit FellowshipExperience Life in the Presence of GodGene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.comBlogger866125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-6593035653741658832024-03-18T21:03:00.000-04:002024-03-18T21:03:15.492-04:00The Daily Scroll - Get Up<p> I know a man who has been racked with pain and infirmity which landed him in the hospital incapable of doing much. Disappointment filled his life because he could not even go to church. Laying in his hospital bed one Sunday morning, he observed two separate TV ministers preaching on the same theme. A theme that encouraged him out of his disappointment and depression. Nothing changed physically,he was still temporarily bed ridden. However, spiritually, deep inside, hope sprang up and lifted him up from despair. </p><p>The Bible teaches us, “<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the </span><span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal;">Lord</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"> shall lift up a standard against him.” (Isaiah 59:19)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">He was reminded that no matter how bad things look, how weak and inadequate you might feel, The Holy Spirit of God is there and will not, I say will not, allow you to be utterly cast down.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">Our friend in this testimony got up, not physically because he couldn’t. But his faith rose from deep inside with the experience and knowledge of God who cannot lie, and got up to meet another day. Challenge conquered.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYW2a_jW9G-VndGMnRg_wPPKPR6LLr54ccEK_db6xijaa9ukMvMuR-2v7EZj9vuE1HfnQ45rYO43QaTGjylhsDoEbL-iHpVeNah5UFluZ7ZcTqY-yrScMHxy8Y8vciilUkZbupNs6hYkYEzQPrh1ZtsF33-Onz-5hILIi5a3w_gDkmTyrxDTmavMYyP5I/s1200/660530FC-6D18-4B21-B20E-025303C9E1FA.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYW2a_jW9G-VndGMnRg_wPPKPR6LLr54ccEK_db6xijaa9ukMvMuR-2v7EZj9vuE1HfnQ45rYO43QaTGjylhsDoEbL-iHpVeNah5UFluZ7ZcTqY-yrScMHxy8Y8vciilUkZbupNs6hYkYEzQPrh1ZtsF33-Onz-5hILIi5a3w_gDkmTyrxDTmavMYyP5I/s320/660530FC-6D18-4B21-B20E-025303C9E1FA.webp" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;"><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;"><br /></span></span><p></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-69175802527045901502024-03-14T11:32:00.001-04:002024-03-14T11:32:31.629-04:00The Daily Scroll - Gods’ Mark<p> For Christians who study Bible prophesy about the end times, there is nothing more dreaded than the mark of the Beast. </p><p>The Bible says, “Also<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(81, 77, 71); color: #514d47; font-family: "Sentinel A", "Sentinel B", "Gentium Plus", Ezra, Georgia, Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px; word-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px;"> it causes all, both small and great, both rich and poor, both free and slave, to be marked on the right hand or the forehead,</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(81, 77, 71); color: #514d47; font-family: "Sentinel A", "Sentinel B", "Gentium Plus", Ezra, Georgia, Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px; word-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px;"> so</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(81, 77, 71); color: #514d47; font-family: "Sentinel A", "Sentinel B", "Gentium Plus", Ezra, Georgia, Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px; word-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px;"> that no one can buy or sell unless he has the mark, that is, the name of the beast or the number of its name.</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(81, 77, 71); color: #514d47; font-family: "Sentinel A", "Sentinel B", "Gentium Plus", Ezra, Georgia, Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px; word-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px;"> This</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(81, 77, 71); color: #514d47; font-family: "Sentinel A", "Sentinel B", "Gentium Plus", Ezra, Georgia, Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px; word-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px;"> calls for wisdom: let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man, and his number is 666.” (Revelation 13:16-18)</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(81, 77, 71); color: #514d47; font-family: "Sentinel A", "Sentinel B", "Gentium Plus", Ezra, Georgia, Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px; word-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px;">For whoever takes this mark makes the anti-Christ his God, which is blasphemy, and eternal damnation. We know that the devil has a counterfeit for the things of God. He so desires to be God, and to be worshipped, that he fakes his own version of the things of God. So where did the devil get this idea?</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(170, 68, 0); text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #aa4400; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>“And</b></span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> when Pharaoh stubbornly refused to let us go, the LORD killed every firstborn in the land of Egypt, both of man and beast. This is why I sacrifice to the LORD the firstborn male of every womb, but I redeem all the firstborn of my sons.’ </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(170, 68, 0); text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #aa4400; font-family: Roboto, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>So</b></span></span><span class="highl" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: whitesmoke; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://biblehub.com/hebrew/1961.htm" style="color: #008cea; text-decoration: none;" title="1961: wə·hā·yāh (Conj-w:: V-Qal-ConjPerf-3ms) -- To fall out, come to pass, become, be. A primitive root; to exist, i.e. Be or become, come to pass."> </a>it shall serve as a sign on your hand and a symbol on your forehead, for with a mighty hand the Lord<span style="color: #001320;"> brought us out of Egypt.” (Exodus 13:16)</span></span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(81, 77, 71); color: #514d47; font-family: "Sentinel A", "Sentinel B", "Gentium Plus", Ezra, Georgia, Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px; word-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px;">The mark on the hand and forehead, as seen in Exodus, was put there by God to free His people, and show that they are His. However the mark as seen in Revelation will be put there by satan to enslave people and show that they are his, the beasts’. Watch therefore and pray for time is short and Jesus is coming to catch His people away.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkkGcuk-XQ5I8S3zR_HrCM2qYz6ffo84UBOhFhsZCwJ9FLS04GxzO27gjc6aSt9o4D-VqHgaYN0FYF_huSKjXqLPrJYe8gSuU47jY5jcGj-4-G8pDKNvL4Zg-4LpQ6kMYgC1x1sZX3eRZseI_HpaoamaVglpuX-fOmOBTznuYMb9i34x4BRepxTjx-kgaK/s737/5737C834-AE60-4603-A5EA-754169FFFF06.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="367" data-original-width="737" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkkGcuk-XQ5I8S3zR_HrCM2qYz6ffo84UBOhFhsZCwJ9FLS04GxzO27gjc6aSt9o4D-VqHgaYN0FYF_huSKjXqLPrJYe8gSuU47jY5jcGj-4-G8pDKNvL4Zg-4LpQ6kMYgC1x1sZX3eRZseI_HpaoamaVglpuX-fOmOBTznuYMb9i34x4BRepxTjx-kgaK/s320/5737C834-AE60-4603-A5EA-754169FFFF06.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(81, 77, 71); color: #514d47; font-family: "Sentinel A", "Sentinel B", "Gentium Plus", Ezra, Georgia, Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px; word-spacing: 0.3499999940395355px;"><br /></span><p></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-79202005266141412602024-03-02T21:30:00.001-05:002024-03-02T21:38:29.284-05:00The Daily Scroll - Peace peace<p> Are you struggling with the many cares of life today? Lonely? Downtrodden? Well, there are times we just crave peace. Only peace which comes from God is true and lasting. There is a song which says.”Peace, peace, wonderful peace. Coming down from the Father above. Sweep over my spirit forever I pray. In fathomless billows of love.</p><p>Click on the link below, take a deep breath, and receive His peace.</p><p><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=peace+peace+wonderful+peace&sca_esv=19c5bc5ef87e6314&source=hp&ei=xt_jZdmVEYuh5NoPjKaX-AE&iflsig=ANes7DEAAAAAZePt1lWEfgCDicICWQz6vHrVZG6y9iGN&gs_ssp=eJzj4tFP1zcsNM0ySMnKtjBg9JIuSE1MTlWAkOX5eSmpRWmlORA-ACq2DoQ&oq=peace+peace&gs_lp=Egdnd3Mtd2l6IgtwZWFjZSBwZWFjZSoCCAEyBRAAGIAEMgUQLhiABDIFEAAYgAQyBRAAGIAEMgUQABiABDIFEC4YgAQyBRAAGIAEMgUQABiABDIFEC4YgAQyBRAAGIAESJuNAVD3C1jIS3ABeACQAQCYAWWgAe0GqgEEMTAuMbgBAcgBAPgBAZgCDKAC9AioAgrCAhAQABgDGI8BGOUCGOoCGIwDwgIQEC4YAxiPARjlAhjqAhiMA8ICDhAuGIAEGLEDGMcBGNEDwgIIEAAYgAQYsQPCAgsQLhiABBjHARjRA8ICCxAuGIAEGLEDGIMBwgIIEC4YgAQY1ALCAgsQLhiABBjHARivAcICDhAuGIAEGMcBGK8BGI4FwgIIEC4YgAQYsQOYAzeSBwM3LjU&sclient=gws-wiz#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:58a3473b,vid:9PimWzyTEc0,st:0">https://www.google.com/search?q=peace+peace+wonderful+peace&sca_esv=19c5bc5ef87e6314&source=hp&ei=xt_jZdmVEYuh5NoPjKaX-AE&iflsig=ANes7DEAAAAAZePt1lWEfgCDicICWQz6vHrVZG6y9iGN&gs_ssp=eJzj4tFP1zcsNM0ySMnKtjBg9JIuSE1MTlWAkOX5eSmpRWmlORA-ACq2DoQ&oq=peace+peace&gs_lp=Egdnd3Mtd2l6IgtwZWFjZSBwZWFjZSoCCAEyBRAAGIAEMgUQLhiABDIFEAAYgAQyBRAAGIAEMgUQABiABDIFEC4YgAQyBRAAGIAEMgUQABiABDIFEC4YgAQyBRAAGIAESJuNAVD3C1jIS3ABeACQAQCYAWWgAe0GqgEEMTAuMbgBAcgBAPgBAZgCDKAC9AioAgrCAhAQABgDGI8BGOUCGOoCGIwDwgIQEC4YAxiPARjlAhjqAhiMA8ICDhAuGIAEGLEDGMcBGNEDwgIIEAAYgAQYsQPCAgsQLhiABBjHARjRA8ICCxAuGIAEGLEDGIMBwgIIEC4YgAQY1ALCAgsQLhiABBjHARivAcICDhAuGIAEGMcBGK8BGI4FwgIIEC4YgAQYsQOYAzeSBwM3LjU&sclient=gws-wiz#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:58a3473b,vid:9PimWzyTEc0,st:0</a></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-79280557839781237462024-02-22T22:52:00.000-05:002024-02-22T22:52:28.605-05:00The Daily Scroll - Back to the Present<p> Most parents dream great things for their children. We actually wish that they surpass our achievements and success. Father God is no different. As a matter of fact, He is the ultimate Father of all mankind. His dreams for us far surpasses our dreams for ourselves. He wants us to dream big! The Bible says, </p><p>“<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-size: 17.600000381469727px; text-align: justify;">But Jesus looked at </span><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17.600000381469727px; text-align: justify;">them</i><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-size: 17.600000381469727px; text-align: justify;"> and said to them, “With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” (Matthew 19:26) Dream big!</span></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-size: 17.600000381469727px; text-align: justify;">There was a middle aged man in prayer to whom God gave a vision. In this vision he was riding a horse through rolling hills of a vast farm. He pulled up the reins and stopped his horse on a hill overlooking plants and vegetables as far as the eye could see in every direction. These could feed multitudes of people. As he surveyed all of this, God gave him a challenge. He said, “Pull the future into the present by seeing it in me.”</span></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-size: 17.600000381469727px; text-align: justify;">Unable to wrap his mind around a challenge such as this, he thought, “How can I possible accomplish this? He the remembered the words of the Lord, “Pull the future into the present by seeing it in me.” </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #001320;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); font-size: 17.600000381469727px;">I can’t pull this whole dream that He has for me into the present at once, but I can do it piece by piece. I’ll plant a garden in my yard. A big garden, so I’ll have extra produce to give to poor needy families. I’ll start with what I can do and watch God grow His dream of the future back here in the present.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #001320;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #001320;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ET4kG0D_5-wU5THd6HSWa46Al9z0Bh-1s-gd6aywy7WU0ssGPYS-8qE8Ux_vp5kpYEpymxZ8QkUV7N94p8NGSmDtLVfkEiDP67fKHLCKx_6g-TOIFp3agb94oZll8O2MAcJz78HeQv2pbbuWT0WPUHRaN0MbuFhbhbtPLDC1azjs9IHxNYoUc7IdTDaZ/s608/68522949-1D59-4DFE-86BD-5FC78D9B3513.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="608" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ET4kG0D_5-wU5THd6HSWa46Al9z0Bh-1s-gd6aywy7WU0ssGPYS-8qE8Ux_vp5kpYEpymxZ8QkUV7N94p8NGSmDtLVfkEiDP67fKHLCKx_6g-TOIFp3agb94oZll8O2MAcJz78HeQv2pbbuWT0WPUHRaN0MbuFhbhbtPLDC1azjs9IHxNYoUc7IdTDaZ/s320/68522949-1D59-4DFE-86BD-5FC78D9B3513.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #001320;"><br /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); font-size: 17.600000381469727px;"><br /></span></span><p></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-5482053846461410602024-02-22T01:40:00.003-05:002024-02-22T01:46:47.442-05:00The Daily Scroll - The Quietness of Alone<p><span face="ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">Ken was a song writer just arriving in Nashville Tennessee to make his mark in Christian music. He walked the sidewalks of music row during the day and slept in his old van near Centennial park at night. He tried to make his pitches at Benson, Word Music, Capitol music and every company in between. Most wouldn’t even give him a chance. “Please leave your demo with me and I’ll see it gets into the right hands.” Said the receptionist. He heard those words so many times over the next several weeks until he was filled with dread as he entered that last door. </span></p><p><span face="ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">Out of money, out of time, and out of hope, Ken faced the facts and gave up. He had failed. And worse, he was all alone. Sitting on the back bumper of his van, he looked to the star filled sky and began to pray. But there were no words. The night was silent except for the distant traffic on the Interstate. His thoughts turned to the quietness of being alone. The silence of his soul was deafening. He opened his mouth but this time his prayer had words. </span></p><p><span face="ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">“Lord Jesus, I’ve asked you for help before, and you’ve always come through for me time and time again. Lord, after I gave up today I sank lower than ever, but now I see. My defeat, my loneliness has not beaten me. No more than yours beat you. No, now I understand a little better what you went through. As I sit here quiet and alone, I feel closer to you than I have ever felt before. In this stillness I’ve found you, in the fellowship of your loneliness.” </span></p><p><span face="ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">Ken reached for his guitar and began to strum. And penned the words which eventually got recorded. “Oh what loneliness, Jesus had……”</span></p><p><span face="ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">The Bible records the following, </span><span face="ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">“But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.” (Luke5:16)</span></p><p><span face="ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">Also, “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.“ (Isaiah 41:10)</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UYKaFnF8y1w_9-hGQNdozR2nK2VzyZYw-cV5mLIqPblalk6XqCIuMrNiZGETgSd4aJftvcUhWVJgaz0DdKGvGl8dVHsJsS7yEMtm_zix0mI0IfNps61_uKwt74BWTAEwvn71IfiOQGnU80MUXWnwrfQMLND0bmvLsmezo3l36j1xhsH0necLEhR3CGSP/s509/40756311-EF4D-4E33-9A1C-490FE4B1D11D.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="339" data-original-width="509" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UYKaFnF8y1w_9-hGQNdozR2nK2VzyZYw-cV5mLIqPblalk6XqCIuMrNiZGETgSd4aJftvcUhWVJgaz0DdKGvGl8dVHsJsS7yEMtm_zix0mI0IfNps61_uKwt74BWTAEwvn71IfiOQGnU80MUXWnwrfQMLND0bmvLsmezo3l36j1xhsH0necLEhR3CGSP/s320/40756311-EF4D-4E33-9A1C-490FE4B1D11D.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span face="ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span face="ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;"><br /></span></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-72188021366535325822024-02-20T23:09:00.008-05:002024-02-21T00:05:29.410-05:00The Daily Scroll - Suffer Ring<p> Sam is a thirty three year old man who has come to a crossroad in his life. He was injured in a construction accident two and a half years ago and lost the use of both his legs. Today he sits in his wheelchair beside the busiest intersection in town with a decision. Should he end his pain and suffering by rolling out into traffic or continue home, back into misery. </p><p>In the past, he was a positive Christian man of faith, but these last years have taken a severe toll on him. Not only his body, but also on his mind. He almost called the veterans suicide hotline for help, but he would muster his faith and thoughts of suicide left him. Nevertheless he was tortured inside his suffer ring. He called it his suffer ring because it was a circle, a cycle of pain. The physical pain was oppressive, but added to that was the mental pain. Why? Why me? Why Lord?</p><p>Just then he placed his hands on the wheels to roll himself into traffic to end it all when a stranger, a young lady, took hold of the wheelchair handles. Holding firm she said, “Excuse me sir. May I assist you by pushing you safely across the street?” Sam bowed his head and wept. He said, “Yes lady. I surely would.”</p><p>As they waited for the light to change, his thoughts went to the Bible and the account of Jesus and His suffering before and during His crucifixion. He remembered how Jesus wept because His own people, those He had come to die for, had rejected Him. The mental pain and anguish that Jesus suffered in the Garden as He asked God to take this cup from Him… if possible. (Matthew 26:38-39) Sam finally understood how Jesus was in a suffer ring encompassing Him physically and mentally. </p><p>The light changed and they made it safely across the street. As the wheelchair bumped over the curb to safety, Sam thanked the lady as she walked around to the front to face him. She said,”Hello, my name is Samantha.” She then reached out her prosthetic hand to shake his hand. She was a twenty nine year old war veteran with a prosthetic hand and left leg. He chuckled and told her that his name was Sam. She said, “Well Sam, would you like to go inside this coffee shop and get a cup?” </p><p>“Yes. Yes Samantha I would.” And with that, God began to ease his suffer ring.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ey8_ZrSEku_V1ItZaF0bpMh2PitTlCX-sPOOEkCkBATX4UT7HZ6Q8m8ZKYALxMsJ38AI34dvar3v2HlHlKcKZ_uR7zOkdOuAYm1-I1pMuOIPU2ucnLdGF6jdVloGdCA1Vf_NvCc2bH42-dor6HcxDr4iS6Dl4kMiSVOwbfKDRZc3S3ViQZJrkNoFiTbK/s275/2A1EB719-7878-4871-8110-B050532DC18F.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ey8_ZrSEku_V1ItZaF0bpMh2PitTlCX-sPOOEkCkBATX4UT7HZ6Q8m8ZKYALxMsJ38AI34dvar3v2HlHlKcKZ_uR7zOkdOuAYm1-I1pMuOIPU2ucnLdGF6jdVloGdCA1Vf_NvCc2bH42-dor6HcxDr4iS6Dl4kMiSVOwbfKDRZc3S3ViQZJrkNoFiTbK/s1600/2A1EB719-7878-4871-8110-B050532DC18F.jpeg" width="275" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-87093528028153660882024-02-13T12:28:00.002-05:002024-02-13T12:58:29.403-05:00The Daily Scroll - Light in the Darkest Night<p> Chuck was an adventurous young boy. He took his new bike, which he just received for his eleventh birthday, for a ride on a long country road near his house. It was such a beautiful afternoon, and he was enjoying himself so much that he lost all track of time. As he noticed the sun beginning to set behind the trees, he thought that he had better start back. </p><p>Off to the right was a dirt road that he figured was a shortcut that led in the direction of his home, so he went to the right and followed that road. However, it curved to the right and curved to the left until he wasn’t sure if it was headed toward home or not. Then the sun dropped and darkness set in. With the darkness came uncertainty and fear. Looking around he couldn’t see ten feet in front of him. His whole world became dark shadows inhabited by even darker shadows. Then came the sounds of darkness.</p><p>Creatures of the forest, creatures of darkness, began to make their noise and howl. “What do I do now?” Chuck said out loud. </p><p>Have you ever been there? Has the sun ever dropped and darkness set in? Have you found yourself suddenly wrapped in darkness permeated with fear. Low finances, bad medical report, spousal abuse, troubled children. With no end in sight, hopelessness can set in. Like Chuck we utter, “What do I do now?”</p><p>There’s only one thing to do…look up. Look up! Our help comes from the Lord. Seek Him for he will be found. And then He’ll light our path and give us hope. </p><p>Chucked looked up and prayed. “Jesus, please show me the way. I’m frightened. Suddenly Chuck noticed the moon began to rise and illuminate the countryside dimly. As he looked around he saw a solitary light in the distance, so he rode in that direction. The light would come and go through the trees but he stayed on that direction. When he least expected it he came to the edge of the woods and out to the road which ran right by his house. He turned left and made it home safely. </p><p>Have faith in God. He’ll lead you out of the darkness and into His perfect light.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0126Xt1wOdr_rVMPR5iFL6waOUScXdB-3BX2druniv2fgJLSzgemyEuJjpzw5rchgpx6uF-AI27yZvKCQviPcyhdLafyozB2ZZV-T9JC8OAN1WhAWetuySSbpZjm6aZuhncOGlFbmY2ma9w-152HA5Fh3aFtn18mBbOMkyq30PT3lWiiUbMi7eEgfSsaG/s390/E0BA64B4-7C46-4758-A1DC-ACB225E97C9B.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="390" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0126Xt1wOdr_rVMPR5iFL6waOUScXdB-3BX2druniv2fgJLSzgemyEuJjpzw5rchgpx6uF-AI27yZvKCQviPcyhdLafyozB2ZZV-T9JC8OAN1WhAWetuySSbpZjm6aZuhncOGlFbmY2ma9w-152HA5Fh3aFtn18mBbOMkyq30PT3lWiiUbMi7eEgfSsaG/s320/E0BA64B4-7C46-4758-A1DC-ACB225E97C9B.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-2734174092663404272024-02-12T10:09:00.000-05:002024-02-12T10:09:07.454-05:00The Daily Scroll - Words<p><span style="background-color: white;">Words can hurt people. Words can heal people. Words can release anguish, and words can send one spiraling into the depths of depression. Frankie was an easy going young man who didn’t know a stranger. A sixteen year old high school junior who helped his dad by working in the family gas station and fast mart. He pumped gas, swept up and cleaned around the place with a good natured pleasant demeanor. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;">One day a bully at school verbally attacked him, called him names, and made fun of his family, all in front of a large group of students in the hall. Frankie was devastated. He had done nothing to deserve this treatment. After school at the store, he moped around until his dad asked him what was the mater. When told, his dad was not impressed. He said, “Son those are only words and they mean nothing.”</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;">Frankie was not comforted by his dad at all. After work he stopped by his grandmothers house on the way home. With kind and comforting words his grandmother brought Frankie back to the easy going young man that he was. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;">Words are important and the words from God are the most choice, perfect words ever spoken. Search the Bible and find the many words of God describing you, His child. You’ll be amazed at how He sees you, and the words He uses to tell of His love for you.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;">“</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">The words of the </span><span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal;">Lord</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"> are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.“ (Psalm 12:6)</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89toDn3mIqigrJbHuXcVk1R6a7oe0L_ztFBGZqEDvTjr4mCZrpKZPFGEiZDuxdCIRk9l3HtUHVpX01-nMPbAymyrS-Yrl-mkixOyL8i1c7dO34AB8OTulWWsQGf3Lsx6qMUPDiBejAJrI87uCDhfAii6wdieX6CNTSO1b5oDMwNAYXRiC3LSRmT5T08fu/s720/0A99E7A8-8C9F-4F4B-BED3-5DF1BC897006.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="546" data-original-width="720" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89toDn3mIqigrJbHuXcVk1R6a7oe0L_ztFBGZqEDvTjr4mCZrpKZPFGEiZDuxdCIRk9l3HtUHVpX01-nMPbAymyrS-Yrl-mkixOyL8i1c7dO34AB8OTulWWsQGf3Lsx6qMUPDiBejAJrI87uCDhfAii6wdieX6CNTSO1b5oDMwNAYXRiC3LSRmT5T08fu/s320/0A99E7A8-8C9F-4F4B-BED3-5DF1BC897006.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span><p></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-87657721244173966162024-02-01T15:19:00.000-05:002024-02-01T15:19:10.126-05:00The Daily Scroll - Sea of Forgetfulness <p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Darlene was 11 years old and loved to go to her grandpa‘s house after Sunday morning church and spend the afternoon with him. One day, on just such a visit, Darlene sat down in the rocking chair on the front porch and started scratching her head. “Darlene, Grandpa asked, “What are you thinking about?” Darlene said, “I was thinking about what the preacher was telling us this morning. Grandpa asked, “What part? She said. “The one where you forget everything. I don’t wanna go anywhere where I forget everything Grandpa.” He remembered what she was talking about and said, “Darlene, that’s not exactly the way it is.” </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“The Preacher was telling us that God, with all His power, loves us so much that when we ask forgiveness for our sins, not only does He forgive us, but He throws our sins far away into the sea where they will never be seen or heard from again. He doesn’t even see them because He doesn’t want to see them. They are gone!”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“So what is the Sea of Forgetfulness? “Grandpa asked? “A place where The Lord does away with our sins. A place where He doesn’t even see our sins of the past. Our past sins are not only forgiven but they’re forgotten. The Bible says, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; text-align: justify;">“</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;">You will again have compassion on us; </span><span class="text Mic-7-19" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; position: relative;">you will tread our sins underfoot </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;">and hurl all our iniquities</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;"> into the depths of the sea.” (Micah 7:19)</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJygzOjGo-gUs4olAKnESblC4qDQQOddKEdqpy3hiL8QRDWqZ7SGhLhlZTFxKDOU4zZrXtMzQM3roX9RcBwbbZVPza_2PH8K7zKfeZ2PtmKlEweE8ayiTo32uqKbUSYOwa8rM7eZin9jJd7H0n9GSQK-INn_-DG0j3_5k2aWOtR2oubeXa0b0HrKxZ0npX/s800/A1B2DBCF-2CBC-449B-AC04-B2F31A29F422.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="800" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJygzOjGo-gUs4olAKnESblC4qDQQOddKEdqpy3hiL8QRDWqZ7SGhLhlZTFxKDOU4zZrXtMzQM3roX9RcBwbbZVPza_2PH8K7zKfeZ2PtmKlEweE8ayiTo32uqKbUSYOwa8rM7eZin9jJd7H0n9GSQK-INn_-DG0j3_5k2aWOtR2oubeXa0b0HrKxZ0npX/s320/A1B2DBCF-2CBC-449B-AC04-B2F31A29F422.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;"><br /></span></span></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-57201617101828035852024-01-29T09:48:00.000-05:002024-01-29T09:48:53.261-05:00The Daily Scroll - Family<p> Family. Some say, “Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.” Ever feel that way? Family is such an enrichment to our lives, that I couldn’t possibly see a world that I could live in without them. Is it all bliss? No way. As you grow up in a family, you learn about the world. You actually learn how to survive in the world and deal with others. </p><p>You could be blessed and have a wonderful family, or not. You could have no natural family, mane grow up in an orphanage or even the streets. Two homeless men and a mangy dog could be all you have. But you find that they are there for you. Here on this earth there are many different circumstances, as we all know. </p><p>Consider this, “<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: "Segoe UI", -apple-system, Verdana, sans-serif;">For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!”” (Roman’s 8:15)</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: "Segoe UI", -apple-system, Verdana, sans-serif;">When you accept the Lord Jesus as the Savior of your sins, you become born again into the family of God, through His Son Jesus. The children of God are there for you. Get involved in a church where after one visit you feel the presence of love, peace, and God. Get involved. To have a family, be a family to someone. God has a place for us all.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vL0SvtQ3LB6ggrAtKHAgFsOWZbSHkblfr3LRH2EWiUvc1ysR4GPmR2ytEdPVd1wWZY7bCxX14zQzNZRWeBtODm1zqDJZwXJa1BRHk3XBcw83QYJrvewB6ueDuFH6lDGE0waw2Uj-MqEdjlbPhjZj1Jwc90NtweCfCZroeygMfkmZoLXrpbukaDSkus8j/s800/D3F6A2F2-B9F9-4854-BA24-10421ABCF575.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vL0SvtQ3LB6ggrAtKHAgFsOWZbSHkblfr3LRH2EWiUvc1ysR4GPmR2ytEdPVd1wWZY7bCxX14zQzNZRWeBtODm1zqDJZwXJa1BRHk3XBcw83QYJrvewB6ueDuFH6lDGE0waw2Uj-MqEdjlbPhjZj1Jwc90NtweCfCZroeygMfkmZoLXrpbukaDSkus8j/s320/D3F6A2F2-B9F9-4854-BA24-10421ABCF575.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; font-family: "Segoe UI", -apple-system, Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><p></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-91936724074687059702024-01-26T15:22:00.003-05:002024-01-26T15:22:50.285-05:00The Daily Scroll - My Strength<p> I’ve had three operations on my right leg in two years. My knee was crushed due to a fall and my femur <span style="font-size: medium;">was broken just above the knee. Three months later I fell again and broke my same leg just below my right hip. Then we found that the knee surgery didn’t work. January of last year I had a total knee replacement on my right leg. So I am in month 12 of an18 week recovery and permanently disabled in my right leg. Now last Tuesday I fell again in my driveway and broke my left hip. Back in the hospital for the fourth surgery. I can say with all authority that</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji";"> “The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.</span></p><div class="leading-8 transition-colors rounded my-1 " data-verse-id="8" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; border-radius: 0.25rem; border: 0px solid rgb(229, 231, 235); box-sizing: border-box; font-family: ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; line-height: 2rem; margin-bottom: 0.25rem; margin-top: 0.25rem; transition-duration: 0.15s; transition-property: color, background-color, border-color, text-decoration-color, fill, stroke; transition-timing-function: cubic-bezier(0.4, 0, 0.2, 1);">The LORD is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one.” (Psalm 28:7-8)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIg4BqJ4NnKX0JCj8GGg8o5aw1EIcT7MI0PLurB3SSmA9Sp8HwngsDsiDoUMlC8msnISZJUdXGhEKGkvIt1c1tErTXpJa5NNN8SU-srMb_CK1Xm8xMjSdRR0mkgBy0KO8P-THA_kgwGeK06hbfgJUc6Wh4nUGMZg4SiG3m_IgMMWfwEiHfFnu5GIuh3fmA/s1500/AFEC50F8-8653-47E7-B30D-6EC8B39077D2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="984" data-original-width="1500" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIg4BqJ4NnKX0JCj8GGg8o5aw1EIcT7MI0PLurB3SSmA9Sp8HwngsDsiDoUMlC8msnISZJUdXGhEKGkvIt1c1tErTXpJa5NNN8SU-srMb_CK1Xm8xMjSdRR0mkgBy0KO8P-THA_kgwGeK06hbfgJUc6Wh4nUGMZg4SiG3m_IgMMWfwEiHfFnu5GIuh3fmA/s320/AFEC50F8-8653-47E7-B30D-6EC8B39077D2.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="leading-8 transition-colors rounded my-1 " data-verse-id="8" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; border-radius: 0.25rem; border: 0px solid rgb(229, 231, 235); box-sizing: border-box; font-family: ui-sans-serif, system-ui, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; line-height: 2rem; margin-bottom: 0.25rem; margin-top: 0.25rem; transition-duration: 0.15s; transition-property: color, background-color, border-color, text-decoration-color, fill, stroke; transition-timing-function: cubic-bezier(0.4, 0, 0.2, 1);"><br /></div>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-89043320223386597382024-01-22T09:04:00.002-05:002024-01-22T09:10:28.590-05:00The Daily Scroll - A Winding Road<p> Do you ever feel like your life seems to be going in circles? You might make progress in one area while having setbacks in another? Life can certainly be like that sometimes. Sara found out that there are times when you just have to stop where you are, and look around and center yourself. Her brother was deployed to the Middle East. She hadn’t heard from him in a while which caused concern. Her brother Jack was a widower with three kids. A boy and two girls all under the age of ten. Aunt Sara was caring for them while he was away.</p><p>She had her own eight year old son Bobby to care for as well. Her husband helped when he could but he was at work most of the time tending their farm. Her friends from church were always a comfort to her, especially on this day. She received a notice the Jack has been wounded in battle and was evacuated to a hospital in Germany. She was crushed. “Is he going to be alright? How do I tell the children? What if… </p><p>She couldn’t finish the sentence, even in her mind. “No, she said out loud, he’s going to be fine. He’s coming home to us. And eight months later he did. In a wheelchair. A wounded veteran. She made a special room for him and the children. Cozy, but big enough for the little family. Eventually Jack was able to walk again with a cane, however he was permanently disabled. </p><p>Late at night after everyone was asleep, Sara, with a cup of coffee, rested in her easy chair in the den. Her Bible lay open in her lap as she prayed, “Lord. Where am I? I don’t recognize my life. I thank you so much for your provision, but I don’t recognize my life. I know that you are in charge but I don’t see a roadmap where we’re going.” </p><p>The Lord spoke to Sara’s heart, “Child, isn’t it fair to say that even when you think you know where you’re going, you really don’t. Life is full of twists and turns, roadblocks and detours. But I promise that I, who cannot lie, tell you here and now that I have you in the palm of my hand. My arm is around you and I go where you go. Your steps are ordered by me. Unseen angels under my authority and control, guide you through your circumstances . So relax and enjoy the only security anyone can rely on. Me, your Father.”</p><p>With that Sara dozed off to sleep until her husband came down and found her. He gently raised her up and guided her up to bed. She smiled at him in perfect peace.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlVbxP5H2XB-yxXpf2Jv9YZmQ9rhFG02SLh1QfzJuo0J2AbD7Pd2DydZh1-7kViHlHEdoOm85uUTFQIOeadz8nHFzAuKowZVxSzFBThIgZBc4xGr87EQK_PeCO-mu_tJAWGbbQHSoehIm3m2kAmXXfQVCX7Cj9IYmdoXdZueJUKn8R0YE6g10Bym_tVSl/s369/47DA43F0-E29D-413B-A828-1BA6B8F622DC.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="136" data-original-width="369" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlVbxP5H2XB-yxXpf2Jv9YZmQ9rhFG02SLh1QfzJuo0J2AbD7Pd2DydZh1-7kViHlHEdoOm85uUTFQIOeadz8nHFzAuKowZVxSzFBThIgZBc4xGr87EQK_PeCO-mu_tJAWGbbQHSoehIm3m2kAmXXfQVCX7Cj9IYmdoXdZueJUKn8R0YE6g10Bym_tVSl/s320/47DA43F0-E29D-413B-A828-1BA6B8F622DC.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-57808932540366881602024-01-19T09:17:00.001-05:002024-01-19T09:17:45.858-05:00The Daily Scroll - The Word of the Lord<p> Let’s clear up something. When the Prophets of old and the New Testament Apostles referred to “The Word Of The Lord,” what were they referring to? Did they pull out their copy of the red letter edition of the King James Bible? No. It didn’t exist. The Bible didn’t exist as we have it today. The men who wrote the Old Testament and the New Testament through the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, were referring to the actual Word of God coming directly from God. Here are some examples.</p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; text-align: justify;">“Hear the word of the LORD, you kings of Judah and people of Jerusalem. This is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says: Listen! I am going to bring a disaster on this place that will make the ears of everyone who hears of it tingle.” </span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; text-align: justify;">(Jeremiah 19:3)</span></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; text-align: justify;">“But the word of God grew and multiplied.” (Acts 12:24)</span></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“To the angel of the church in Laodicea write: These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God’s creation“ (Revelation 3:13)</span></span></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s important to keep this in perspective. Today there are people with the gift of prophesy who gives the word of the Lord to an individual or a Church under the anointing of the Holy Spirit. The Word is still growing and multiplying. But remember, the prophetic word must always align with the written word of God…the Bible.</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxAYx0BVReqQcKuUC30MmKLLAtAccgFcsfDYnlOV0Sw9_sM7OfE0VVwFSi5GNzrI7beIm_7NYhbfULL5dgCy_4CSCN_EK3oT5zDF6rphJE0_8gyb6tKhmyzV47aQ88_MaLRAN6Ba9gAgZPY5W_uvhw7M1TuII9sqlPVoC-IMazgkG0MjCuyJ3kuWPU2uo0/s800/CF49CF39-AD78-451A-A76F-5D0035DF8F0F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="800" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxAYx0BVReqQcKuUC30MmKLLAtAccgFcsfDYnlOV0Sw9_sM7OfE0VVwFSi5GNzrI7beIm_7NYhbfULL5dgCy_4CSCN_EK3oT5zDF6rphJE0_8gyb6tKhmyzV47aQ88_MaLRAN6Ba9gAgZPY5W_uvhw7M1TuII9sqlPVoC-IMazgkG0MjCuyJ3kuWPU2uo0/s320/CF49CF39-AD78-451A-A76F-5D0035DF8F0F.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-73838261723797663512024-01-18T10:44:00.002-05:002024-01-18T10:44:48.721-05:00The Daily Scroll - A Rose in the Snow<p> In the deep of winter, when the snow covers the earth, all is not dead. All is not lost. It may be harder to find life under a blanket of white, yet it can be found if you know where to look. Janet was a older woman who had seen many snowfalls in her life, so this current one seemed to be no different, yet she felt that something had changed. Being a widow had made her life more uncertain financially, yet God had always provided. </p><p>So on this day, as she walked down her long driveway to her mailbox, she surveyed her property to her left and to her right and snow was all she saw. She told the Lord that her worries about her finances had covered her like the snow covered the ground and she was afraid. Could He give her a sign that He was going to provide, and like the snow covered ground, she would not be covered with debt and depression. </p><p>No sooner than the prayer left her lips, she saw something in the distance to her right. What was that? She thought as she ventured off of the driveway and into the field toward the object that had caught her eye. As she got closer she saw that it was a beautiful red rose! In the middle of this frigid winter, in an open field where no roses had ever been planted, this gorgeous flower had risen through the snow to kiss the sun. </p><p>Janet picked the rose and held it to her nose as she walked back to her driveway and then on to her house. The Spirit of the Lord spoke to her heart “Peace child, be still. For if I can raise a rose out of a snow covered field, I can raise you out of your worry covered mind. Under your situation there’s still life. Have faith in me to bring it out for your good.”</p><p>When Janet returned to her house, she put the rose in a vase on her kitchen table, and praised God for His provision. When she opened her mail, she found a check from a former business partner of her deceased husband. A letter explained that he had sold a property that they had owned jointly, and the check was for her half. The check was written on the account of Rose Hill Properties. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOyI1vNH3Bn6Jrf7B0NqZPU3cEojnmfl_0WG4NmquLxrt6vyH3sjt4l-VtzeAINZ5Iwl6EZakjJPPAFaM949Van0nTqCFoYihOUoj95bTDWpJoblL8jc6PQMPDLcC4tGZq7EJAXNGxdeNZsyOoRwGOa5m9FxcgvCwJ2v66Y3y4i0HIltgYOV7AoPQOB5W/s246/F59EECFC-7620-479B-9B3A-CFD79AC91679.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="204" data-original-width="246" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOyI1vNH3Bn6Jrf7B0NqZPU3cEojnmfl_0WG4NmquLxrt6vyH3sjt4l-VtzeAINZ5Iwl6EZakjJPPAFaM949Van0nTqCFoYihOUoj95bTDWpJoblL8jc6PQMPDLcC4tGZq7EJAXNGxdeNZsyOoRwGOa5m9FxcgvCwJ2v66Y3y4i0HIltgYOV7AoPQOB5W/s1600/F59EECFC-7620-479B-9B3A-CFD79AC91679.jpeg" width="246" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-62951598594832134492024-01-16T22:25:00.031-05:002024-01-17T08:14:23.486-05:00The Daily Scroll - Play Your Game<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 1.125rem;">I sat in amazement as I watched Tiger Woods win yet another major golf tournament. I have to wonder what it must be like for those other golfers he beat? They are great golfers, the worlds top ranked players, who must know in their hearts, that if Tiger is playing, then their best hope is to place at number two. Yet they keep competing week after week, doing their best.</span></p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;">I know exactly how they feel, whenever I play golf with my buddies. I’m only assured number four…that is when I’m in a foursome. Ha! Yet I keep coming back. You may ask why keep playing when you know there’s a better guy in the game that will probably win? Well, there’s the love of the game, the thrill of competition, the occasional great shot, and the satisfaction that comes from knowing you’ve done your best.</p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;">But, there is a deeper reason. I learned it one day on the golf course as a new golfer. I was paired up with an older, more seasoned golfer who played very well. He was a retired military officer who had played some of the finest golf courses around the world during his military career. He sensed my frustration with being number four in our foursome, and gave me a tip I’ve never forgotten. He said, “Gene, don’t worry about me or anybody else. Play your own game.”</p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;">He taught me that I was frustrated because I was trying to play his game and I couldn’t. That frustration was ruining my game. He showed me that it’s OK to play my game along side of his game. Yes his drives were longer, and his shots more accurate than mine, but that had nothing to do with my game. If I play my game, I’ll play better and in time I’ll improve. Since that day my game has improved, but at my own pace. I enjoy my game and challenge myself to succeed.</p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;">God has given us our own calling, or game, in life. Sometimes we get caught up trying to compete with others and become frustrated with what we fear is a lack of success. A Pastor with a congregation of 110 members comes home after service and turns on the television to see a young Pastor with a congregation of 10,000! Just like Tiger’s fellow players he thinks, “No matter what I do I’ll never be that good.” Then depression sets in. He hurts, as gloomy thoughts of defeat descend like a shroud that covers his dreams for burial.</p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;">Stop it! God has given you your own calling, your own game. So play it. You can never win your game by playing somebody else’s. You can never get your promotion by moaning about somebody else’s. If you have four children in your home daycare business, you can’t focus on the daycare down the street with forty children. Be the best with your four and you’ll grow with satisfaction. </p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;">God has you where you are for a purpose…His. He put you there because you are the best choice for your calling, your game. Does God make mistakes? No. Does He want you to succeed? Yes! You see, God knows the end result of your game and if you were going to fail, He would have put you somewhere else. </p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;">Bigger isn’t always better, for quality is what counts. I’ll refrain from repeating the old saying, “It’s not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game.” I won’t say that. But know that you only have yourself to compete with in your game. You win your game, so play it! When your game is over, you’ll be able to say, with the Apostle Paul,</p><blockquote style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2rem;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Merriweather, serif;">“I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.” (</span><span color="rgba(0,115,187,var(--tw-text-opacity))" face="proxima-nova, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;">2 Timothy 4:7)</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Merriweather, serif;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></blockquote><p style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 1.125rem; line-height: 27px; margin-block-end: 1rem; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYSB3hnVKAfgFaLs6miuSaLP6brGS_l4nS_bIQie9Zl_iYOLGQfFq1Onym8syc75odcvYn1r6OFjs1Vqa3_pk7Lti9wODKTpc81SNqvUzaKcIEBokjlT1AIJzLE-FPsE_QZEYYZTDTek3RHij5IPnSUd5-Ta_CKc4sMb4ng3aLRlt4eWUyBTxXXffKIbV/s1280/AB214EC4-D54C-4218-8A36-8BC6C7A97756.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1280" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYSB3hnVKAfgFaLs6miuSaLP6brGS_l4nS_bIQie9Zl_iYOLGQfFq1Onym8syc75odcvYn1r6OFjs1Vqa3_pk7Lti9wODKTpc81SNqvUzaKcIEBokjlT1AIJzLE-FPsE_QZEYYZTDTek3RHij5IPnSUd5-Ta_CKc4sMb4ng3aLRlt4eWUyBTxXXffKIbV/s320/AB214EC4-D54C-4218-8A36-8BC6C7A97756.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"></p><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p> </p><blockquote style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 2rem;"><span class="embedded-entity" data-embed-button="bible_reference_embed" data-entity-embed-display="view_mode:paragraph.preview" data-entity-type="paragraph" data-entity-uuid="acf14b86-870d-4a56-860c-f7a24b7a3717" data-langcode="en" style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="cbn-dropdown js-cbn-dropdown inline-flex relative cbn-paragraph-component-name cbn-component" data-cbn-component-name="bible_reference" id="pgf-156356" style="--cbn-s08: 0.5rem; --cbn-s120: 7.5rem; --cbn-s16: 1rem; --cbn-s20: 1.25rem; --cbn-s24: 1.5rem; --cbn-s32: 2rem; --cbn-s40: 2.5rem; --cbn-s64: 4rem; --cbn-s80: 5rem; --tw-blur: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-brightness: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-contrast: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-drop-shadow: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-filter: var(--tw-blur) var(--tw-brightness) var(--tw-contrast) var(--tw-grayscale) var(--tw-hue-rotate) var(--tw-invert) var(--tw-saturate) var(--tw-sepia) var(--tw-drop-shadow); --tw-grayscale: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-hue-rotate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-invert: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-saturate: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-sepia: var(--tw-empty,); --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-transform: translateX(var(--tw-translate-x)) translateY(var(--tw-translate-y)) rotate(var(--tw-rotate)) skewX(var(--tw-skew-x)) skewY(var(--tw-skew-y)) scaleX(var(--tw-scale-x)) scaleY(var(--tw-scale-y)); --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid currentcolor; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-flex; position: relative;"><div class="separator" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; clear: both; font-family: Merriweather, serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></blockquote><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"></p><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" />Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-27155078593196694532024-01-16T08:29:00.000-05:002024-01-16T08:29:31.131-05:00The Daily Scroll - Rapture<p> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px;">Is the Word of God True? I submit that it is. The Apostle Paul wrote in</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px;"> </span></p>
<p style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;">(I Thessalonians 4:13-18)</p>
<p style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">“</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">13 </span>But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.</p>
<p style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">14 </span>For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.</p>
<p style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">15 </span>For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep.</p>
<p style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">16 </span>For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:</p>
<p style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">17 </span>Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.</p>
<p style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">18 </span>Wherefore comfort one another with these words.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagJi8mNc5N1KtphSO6S-Els_7BhY4Stbq2y6-rx6-siq1sp7pcj_CXorKBE59z-EQBGVYm0evlmFu5kWl2m47ZmqtnQVAmU1I5BVcoRnxmVreURrFj8Y1gMT2Vgc3GIXP2sDYnFqNmQx4EVGpnqTETKdwmwO9cbbdi9piFqcKEX9_Uyw8o2UJkxO6vlVX/s480/F455BEC6-DA08-456C-A6D4-1BAB70F6F878.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagJi8mNc5N1KtphSO6S-Els_7BhY4Stbq2y6-rx6-siq1sp7pcj_CXorKBE59z-EQBGVYm0evlmFu5kWl2m47ZmqtnQVAmU1I5BVcoRnxmVreURrFj8Y1gMT2Vgc3GIXP2sDYnFqNmQx4EVGpnqTETKdwmwO9cbbdi9piFqcKEX9_Uyw8o2UJkxO6vlVX/s320/F455BEC6-DA08-456C-A6D4-1BAB70F6F878.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-63460284569339825282024-01-12T10:42:00.002-05:002024-01-12T10:48:44.007-05:00The Daily Scroll - Purified<p> As Christians, believers in the Lord Jesus, we seek to be more like Him. That brings us to a place where we find ourselves falling short. Even though we are born again, there are things in our lives that we must change and clean up. This is a process called sanctification. There are different views held by theologians whether sanctification is an instant thing or a process. </p><p>My thought is that to be more like Jesus, we should put aside those things that so easily beset us and focus on Him, and the cross, and what Jesus did for us. Our gratitude and love flows from the appreciation which we have for Him. The Bible teaches us to purify ourselves and then Jesus, through the The Holy Spirit, does just that. When we do our part, He more than does His part to help us. Again, I’m not talking about salvation here, I’m talking about living a new holy life after salvation. </p><p>We are now new creatures in Christ. He will take us through the process of becoming more like Him. And, it’s a joy to have such fellowship. We should put away anything which comes between us and the Lord. Change ourselves the best we can and He’ll do the rest. An example from the Bible, “So Jacob said to his household and to all who were with him, “Put away the foreign gods that are among you and purify yourselves and change your garments.“ (Genesis 35:2)</p><p>They were becoming a godly people and so shall we when we rid ourselves of the dirty laundry in our lives and live clean.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkuedJXSa3IhqQ4qa7NAfu-_JiAWuB1savk2arDFzBAjgi85hTl4cmOgVsPpjP6d6c29yDnNn_-FNHHTWeschp-vbH1msB1ZOwQhvjmDgV_PeNO35EToUbqIJg81jd7j2eL8i1mx_-ZePnk5OLIKbZmcyRLT9U_k8qhME2YBStwt6Wb2jPV7oOwMMd3ph/s1000/409BD712-96E9-4781-AFD5-16E2E448CD0F.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="1000" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkuedJXSa3IhqQ4qa7NAfu-_JiAWuB1savk2arDFzBAjgi85hTl4cmOgVsPpjP6d6c29yDnNn_-FNHHTWeschp-vbH1msB1ZOwQhvjmDgV_PeNO35EToUbqIJg81jd7j2eL8i1mx_-ZePnk5OLIKbZmcyRLT9U_k8qhME2YBStwt6Wb2jPV7oOwMMd3ph/s320/409BD712-96E9-4781-AFD5-16E2E448CD0F.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-6505119840570105532024-01-11T09:29:00.001-05:002024-01-11T09:29:30.918-05:00The Daily Scroll - Remember Me<p><span style="font-family: times;"> In 1999 my mother passed away. I was heartbroken of course, and my emotions were raw for a long time. However in time, as many of you know, the pain of loss fades and the blessing of memories increase. I now think of the good times often, and her memory brings a smile to my face. I inherited small possessions like pictures and books, and one day, while looking through pictures, I came across a picture of her that she had given to my father, when she was 16 years old. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">On the bottom right hand corner of the picture, this beautiful young girl had written…“Remember Me.” Though many years have passed, I remember her as if it were yesterday. Those memories bring me peace and blessing, and I know that I’ll see her again in heaven.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">The psalmist also wrote of the Lord, <span class="text Ps-77-11" id="en-NIV-15105" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; position: relative;">“I will remember the deeds of the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal;">Lord; </span></span><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="text Ps-77-11" style="position: relative;">yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago. </span></span><span class="text Ps-77-12" id="en-NIV-15106" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; position: relative;">I will consider all your works </span><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="text Ps-77-12" style="position: relative;">and meditate on all your mighty deeds. </span></span>Your ways, God, are holy.” (Psalm 77:11-13)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">I believe if there were a picture of God the Father, We would see His inscription “Remember Me.” He does not want His children to forget Him. We have the Bible to read and reflect on the works of His hands, the grace of His mercy, and the constant enduring love which He has for each of us. Memories of Him brings us peace and blessing even to this day.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwJrE_pYDrf8Hl_9awMUNyElInA8Ml41Md4D32AvQsvJPE3miOzZZ6WkuWUAiQs9c0DpVcBF1I_KshlYwSJMEya-e7GvIsdH_e5ZcIpAOVbDRZXRf9yxtUU3i51t5l3P8y7WLsIqbBwN5rFZRUTOuqmb9LXyBNyhwjFDdKHOnPJsL2KQYXiWsCGzQd2j9/s1080/91FBF5CF-527F-4B36-86BE-7CA82796D4A7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwJrE_pYDrf8Hl_9awMUNyElInA8Ml41Md4D32AvQsvJPE3miOzZZ6WkuWUAiQs9c0DpVcBF1I_KshlYwSJMEya-e7GvIsdH_e5ZcIpAOVbDRZXRf9yxtUU3i51t5l3P8y7WLsIqbBwN5rFZRUTOuqmb9LXyBNyhwjFDdKHOnPJsL2KQYXiWsCGzQd2j9/s320/91FBF5CF-527F-4B36-86BE-7CA82796D4A7.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><span class="text Ps-77-12" id="en-NIV-15106" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">12 </span><br /></span></span><p><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p><span class="text Ps-77-11" id="en-NIV-15105" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;"><span style="font-family: times;">11 </span></span></span></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-52624139586540307642024-01-10T08:28:00.001-05:002024-01-10T09:01:52.868-05:00The Daily Scroll - A Good Report<p> Everyone loves a good report. When you mow and trim the yard, and your wife comes out and says how good it looks, it makes you feel good. When your boss gives you a high score on your quarterly evaluation you feel great, especially when you get a raise. On the other hand a bad report can sink your day, maybe even depress you, regardless of where it comes from. </p><p>As Christians we look forward to the day when we meet Jesus in heaven and He says, “Well done my good and faithful servant.” But what if He continues and explains why you’re a good and faithful servant like God said about Abraham when he died. The Bible records… “Abraham obeyed my voice and kept my charge, my commandments, my statutes, and my laws.” (Genesis 26:5)</p><p>Won’t that be wonderful? Jesus said that even a cup of water given in His name won’t go unrewarded. Continue to serve God in the character of your Lord Jesus and your reward will be great.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOPZiOweTkBdaptz6gAtyfFs7yfotrChwuytui0X1j8Bhz4BTfq4AKbTA0_Ed5lBCl3hAm9eOlmsf_F1ph__bP3If9uG7ac3YSJTGGppSyGmMxpIpqRHzur1iGJg_OdjX_Fc5e9VhbQjUv9JgzHryUVExwi_rhsdbrTSHR2NSkNpbjV8Mj261wVe2GtHR/s1000/4E5D8A8D-D085-4A44-83D2-D498B864A4B3.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOPZiOweTkBdaptz6gAtyfFs7yfotrChwuytui0X1j8Bhz4BTfq4AKbTA0_Ed5lBCl3hAm9eOlmsf_F1ph__bP3If9uG7ac3YSJTGGppSyGmMxpIpqRHzur1iGJg_OdjX_Fc5e9VhbQjUv9JgzHryUVExwi_rhsdbrTSHR2NSkNpbjV8Mj261wVe2GtHR/s320/4E5D8A8D-D085-4A44-83D2-D498B864A4B3.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-78142634411016287752024-01-05T09:17:00.000-05:002024-01-05T09:17:35.224-05:00The Daily Scroll - He Didn’t Ask For It<p> Many things have been said and written about the Father of faith, Abraham in the Bible. After years of study there is one fact that dawned on me today. That is that Abraham is not seen as asking for the things that happened to him, neither good nor bad. It seems like he purposed to know God, and follow God, and then God did everything else. </p><p>Abraham was a very smart man and grew wise as he aged, but God made the covenant with him. God told him to go here and to do such and such. Abraham obeyed God. He didn’t wake up one morning and say to himself, “I think today would be a good day to move my family, my herds, and all my people to an unknown land.”</p><p>No, God told him what to do and he obeyed, and figured out how to do it. He used his own skills and abilities to carry out what God desired for him to do. Time and time again he obeyed God, though it made no sense to the onlookers. Imaging gathering all the men in the group together and and telling them they will be circumcised! Say what? He obeyed God and those under his authority obeyed him.</p><p>Study the life of Abraham. You’ll see not only was he the Father of faith, you’ll see why. He and God had developed a relationship that made Faith possible. He trusted God. The Bible tells us that at the end of his life… “Now Abraham was old, well advanced in years. And the LORD had blessed Abraham in all things“ (Genesis24:1)</p><p>We all would love a legacy like that, and Abraham didn’t ask for it. God just did it. It’s all about relationship. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkd4inTyghI2962N8EVX1bV43q7tNKZ_ATdvWj6dqYlepsQ_b_Oux435Vw6_mzqnel0EzdWtHh9MOUs0q2CBcnzPIWo4MwB3X16MOAzcGZjxMsUp1JOoFp-DsjeRJ2No_Ro6qFGwzjx2VKwVT1FQEfr4OwNSvUcxqqeDxCcdr1soiHdVqSZ2pqZ26Uyvd/s318/BD0E26B7-5EC2-40F8-ADAA-8BE96A035DDF.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="159" data-original-width="318" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkd4inTyghI2962N8EVX1bV43q7tNKZ_ATdvWj6dqYlepsQ_b_Oux435Vw6_mzqnel0EzdWtHh9MOUs0q2CBcnzPIWo4MwB3X16MOAzcGZjxMsUp1JOoFp-DsjeRJ2No_Ro6qFGwzjx2VKwVT1FQEfr4OwNSvUcxqqeDxCcdr1soiHdVqSZ2pqZ26Uyvd/s1600/BD0E26B7-5EC2-40F8-ADAA-8BE96A035DDF.jpeg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-19395986135822186602024-01-04T08:56:00.000-05:002024-01-04T08:56:27.228-05:00The Daily Scroll - God Remembered <p> In the Bible, we see the story of the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Two cities so evil that God Himself came down and looked to see for Himself. On the way He encountered Abraham who begged God not to destroy the righteous people with the wicked, even if there were only ten righteous. God agreed.</p><p>However there were not even ten. Only Abraham’s relatives, Lot and family, were righteous. So the cities were to be destroyed. But in His mercy, he remembered the cry of Abraham for the righteous and rescued Lot and his family before the destruction. The Bible records, </p><p>“So it was that, when God destroyed the cities of the valley, God remembered Abraham and sent Lot out of the midst of the overthrow when he overthrew the cities in which Lot had lived.” (Genesis 19:29)</p><p>You may wonder if your prayer is honored by God. Will He hear and answer? If you have a lost loved one and seek God on their behalf, remember this scripture, “Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved…and thy house.” (Acts 16:31) I have stood on that scripture for years and seen lost loved ones come to the Lord. Even if I was not the one who lead them, I believed in the truth of Gods’ word and as I prayed I reminded Him of the scripture. And wouldn’t you know, that God remembered. You may not even see it, but the word is truth, so it will happen. Don’t worry that it seems impossible. God specializes in the impossible. He will remember.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXSi7P6zB_EoJ9gaL6nsMj9WtxkZzBhVTUkd4jg8tRb37ObqfRb3bML_alxV1cL6rXFrMQsRFDXkIHXYrpwdO6tMoCor2pbP6N1Uj2zGX5dW9kDnHt3rfIb0HnsZFITrBa1S4x2ckMzUmP3z8CVblmvOvJOXmDdJmMNxdhIostfT3D_WRsC70jdU1YfO6/s300/7ACD07BC-4613-4BCC-8A46-17DF29CBCECC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXSi7P6zB_EoJ9gaL6nsMj9WtxkZzBhVTUkd4jg8tRb37ObqfRb3bML_alxV1cL6rXFrMQsRFDXkIHXYrpwdO6tMoCor2pbP6N1Uj2zGX5dW9kDnHt3rfIb0HnsZFITrBa1S4x2ckMzUmP3z8CVblmvOvJOXmDdJmMNxdhIostfT3D_WRsC70jdU1YfO6/s1600/7ACD07BC-4613-4BCC-8A46-17DF29CBCECC.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-77819665191175490782024-01-01T00:14:00.004-05:002024-01-01T00:17:15.420-05:00The Daily Scroll - 2024/Make it Count<p style="text-align: center;"> Happy New Year to my readers!</p><p style="text-align: center;">We have a fresh start full of opportunity to make a difference for the Lord.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Let’s do it.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Let’s make it count!</p><p style="text-align: center;">I love you all!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Gene</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoVEzQENvMNlqvot7VdeiLSeJt1xTBihozsCPLBtOZoovbK_lnfQ4t2DunvOIHRAUGri-9xYmNrW87v2J1TZ-kdanqzkDqdZLcff0yBSxXBlzY081XE9vcRS6Rq6uH9DyWVY_0ll7fmbzJkqb4Mt8wsvx6wllUOlF5szCdTEp3mSIwfLLlYM7nHi6p1z1/s615/8EFBE397-D7F9-4BA6-9E1F-855169A4CE17.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="615" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoVEzQENvMNlqvot7VdeiLSeJt1xTBihozsCPLBtOZoovbK_lnfQ4t2DunvOIHRAUGri-9xYmNrW87v2J1TZ-kdanqzkDqdZLcff0yBSxXBlzY081XE9vcRS6Rq6uH9DyWVY_0ll7fmbzJkqb4Mt8wsvx6wllUOlF5szCdTEp3mSIwfLLlYM7nHi6p1z1/s320/8EFBE397-D7F9-4BA6-9E1F-855169A4CE17.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-28411232616137043742023-12-30T10:00:00.002-05:002023-12-30T10:00:39.222-05:00The Daily Scroll - One Man<p>Isn’t it incredible that God made a covenant with one man, Abraham? That covenant affected untold millions of people, but it started with one man. Have you ever received a personal word from the Lord? Has God held up His end of the deal? I have found from reading the Bible, and in personal life, that if God makes a promise, He holds up His end of the bargain even if we fail. He’s just that way. </p><p>One man Abraham learned it, as told in Genesis, “God said, “No, but Sarah your wife shall bear you a son, and you shall call his name Isaac. I will establish my covenant with him as an everlasting covenant for his offspring after him. (Genesis17:19)</p><p>Seek the Lord while He may be found, talk to Him, listen and obey. He has a miracle for you.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGjRTivJhd39KHWCyn4_G603HbMLcqFRsqA61oyQOwK3Mhyphenhyphen9OEpWd4oh3qoMEH1bSMPYiFoa37S2ifkbscSTshy5JunQpvw5lmjzK-zajrRoO83n39RxZNghmmsZZXODiMtYRCGuyVaVShbgfqJaiE_aWmiaaot6GxTemhiJ6YR7EHT0Vm-gZGikWFAbX/s347/D6EBB834-C059-41EA-992D-6B952F459108.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="145" data-original-width="347" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGjRTivJhd39KHWCyn4_G603HbMLcqFRsqA61oyQOwK3Mhyphenhyphen9OEpWd4oh3qoMEH1bSMPYiFoa37S2ifkbscSTshy5JunQpvw5lmjzK-zajrRoO83n39RxZNghmmsZZXODiMtYRCGuyVaVShbgfqJaiE_aWmiaaot6GxTemhiJ6YR7EHT0Vm-gZGikWFAbX/s320/D6EBB834-C059-41EA-992D-6B952F459108.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-39192437764182258682023-12-27T18:22:00.002-05:002023-12-27T18:22:37.202-05:00The Daily Scroll - The Measuring Rod<p><span style="font-size: medium;"> One of the last things that many of us do at the end of the year is take stock of our previous year. We do that by measuring and reviewing our goals, successes, and failures. Like the measuring rod of old, an accurate examination tells us a lot about where we are in life, a picture as it were. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">It’s been said, how do we know where we’re going if we don’t know where we've been, or more importantly where we are. The Bible teaches us to take stock of our lives and to keep short accounts with God. The apostle John writes about just such an occasion. </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“I was given a reed like a measuring rod and was told, “Go and measure the temple of God and the altar, with its worshipers.“ (Revelation 11:1)</span></span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">God wanted John to know precisely the size of the heavenly Temple and how many worshipers were there. God revealed Himself and His future plans to mankind clearly in the book of revelation. Even to the minute measurements of His Holy Temple. He wants us to know Him as He is, and by using the measuring rod on ourselves, we see ourselves as we are. </span></span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60v-bwvv9gKBLS7r3pR2G3y7_c-BidesAGRzlAo49uAqDzDMj3fNJnUzZc2a3gtX1CLXZ6ZHxZmJn4wAH-Eiur9uwtzVzwMi2yc2EnCWlTSxu_rEJPYvMKedPwYFl1YS_MOBgV7nqYNzMtcoSpHsZ2AmAZ7gaKxyL-tak78PFb7qtHGBQOS3-ejPLTIG9/s1400/5D296509-56C8-47D5-8A35-2DB7E880B587.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1120" data-original-width="1400" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60v-bwvv9gKBLS7r3pR2G3y7_c-BidesAGRzlAo49uAqDzDMj3fNJnUzZc2a3gtX1CLXZ6ZHxZmJn4wAH-Eiur9uwtzVzwMi2yc2EnCWlTSxu_rEJPYvMKedPwYFl1YS_MOBgV7nqYNzMtcoSpHsZ2AmAZ7gaKxyL-tak78PFb7qtHGBQOS3-ejPLTIG9/s320/5D296509-56C8-47D5-8A35-2DB7E880B587.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(0, 19, 32); color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077388563234979685.post-33770273800014950562023-12-11T12:09:00.001-05:002023-12-11T12:09:15.773-05:00The Daily Scroll - Regret<p>As I contemplate the majesty and wonder of God‘s creation, and realize that it pleased Him so much, that on the seventh day He rested, I can see that He probably surveyed and enjoyed His creation. Everything was going great. All the creatures of the earth were multiplying just as planned, and God was developing a relationship with His man Adam. Then the unthinkable happened, His man, for whom all creation was meticulously made, betrayed Him. He committed sin which ruined everything. God strived with man and tried to make it work, but man became wicked and evil. Except for one man, Noah. </p><p>Can you imagine the heartbreak our Father felt. Until it got to the point of no return. He had to start over. He had one man that he deemed righteous. And this man had a family. These people would be used to start God’s dreams over. And today, evil again permeates the Earth. He promised not to flood the earth again, but His justice will prevail. We have been given a preview in the Bible of what is to come. So we should get ready.</p><p>“The LORD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every intention of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. And the LORD regretted that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him to his heart. So the LORD said, “I will blot out man whom I have created from the face of the land, man and animals and creeping things and birds of the heavens, for I am sorry that I have made them.” But Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD. (Genesis 6:5-8)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAEbBIlB56RnB-7OCxfUzz5VSsNy_SEtgGRZwX6hdLXAYHKBkLndcqkqbzPUFanrPxbCQPdJ9u1rKh5ij6F4Go6iXmj99W6rFXz496neHzlT-s5IXyogzAiSwvACn2NFQt5ge-zkZS3STffagWM0j1VXMDas6H8RXn11vM2XH00oHi02xT4i8TdEHkskd/s300/59204A83-EBEC-4CD1-AA9B-6033163DB469.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAEbBIlB56RnB-7OCxfUzz5VSsNy_SEtgGRZwX6hdLXAYHKBkLndcqkqbzPUFanrPxbCQPdJ9u1rKh5ij6F4Go6iXmj99W6rFXz496neHzlT-s5IXyogzAiSwvACn2NFQt5ge-zkZS3STffagWM0j1VXMDas6H8RXn11vM2XH00oHi02xT4i8TdEHkskd/s1600/59204A83-EBEC-4CD1-AA9B-6033163DB469.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He’s coming for those who have found favor through Jesus Christ.</div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Gene Marklandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09895916563254973906noreply@blogger.com0