<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:05:35.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about a 7 mile walk</title><subtitle type='html'>Luke 24:13 Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. 14They were talking with each other about everything that had happened. 15As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them;  NIV



               This is a blog about a journey to know JESUS better at the end of the day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-1409780906791232352</id><published>2008-03-11T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:43:17.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me!</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since my last post.  We have been remodeling our home extensively over the past few weeks and that has consumed my energy and time.  I also left for a week to speak at a prayer and Bible conference in Northern California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very seriously contemplating moving this blog to a .mac account.  I have one already set up and paid for I just need to utilize it!  I will work on that this morning and this blog will be the first to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just as I get started again, the painters have arrived and I have to supervise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, for now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-1409780906791232352?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/1409780906791232352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=1409780906791232352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/1409780906791232352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/1409780906791232352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive me!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-5446987975459124854</id><published>2008-02-24T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:06:22.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we deal with Symptoms or the Problem?</title><content type='html'>I've been down with a bad case of the flu.  It started early this past week and just would not let up.  It allowed me to spend more time than I like in bed with a couple of books and all the hot tea I could drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm feeling a lot better this morning and looking forward to worshiping the Lord in Spirit and in Truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with someone about my illness this morning as I went to my customary Sunday morning cafe, they asked what I was doing about my flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I was taking Day care, tylenol and claritin.  The man responded, "oh, so you are just dealing with the symptoms, you aren't doing anything to get rid of the flu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about that.  How many times in life, do we just deal with "symptoms".  We wait and hope that father time will treat the problem and make it go away, while we just treat "symptoms".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many are dealing with sin that way?  They aren't desperate enough to address the issue, they are content to just deal with the symptoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-5446987975459124854?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/5446987975459124854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=5446987975459124854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5446987975459124854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5446987975459124854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-we-deal-with-symptoms-or-problem.html' title='Do we deal with Symptoms or the Problem?'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-8128093488858256059</id><published>2008-02-19T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:16:02.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days since I've blogged.  We have been busy repainting the inside of our home.  Did I say "busy"?  Oh well, it sure looks nice.  My wife is happy as well.  Just a few more day's and we'll be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent in a paper that deals with blogging and my experiences blogging here on this web site.  I've yet to hear how my paper was received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for today, I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-8128093488858256059?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/8128093488858256059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=8128093488858256059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/8128093488858256059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/8128093488858256059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-1633793992524622153</id><published>2008-02-07T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:47:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Talk</title><content type='html'>The biggest hindrance to our interaction with the spiritual realm is our own emotion.&lt;br /&gt;We are so led by our emotions that we sometimes cannot be led by the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;In short, if we don't feel it, it must not be real!&lt;br /&gt;If we don't feel it, it must not be right!&lt;br /&gt;Our best worship comes when our emotions are awakened.&lt;br /&gt;But God is still just as much God, when I'm not feeling anything.&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest miracles happen when we are feeling the buzz of anointing.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have learned to my surprise that as long as I am walking in righteousness, the anointing is upon me.&lt;br /&gt;It's on me whether I feel it or not.&lt;br /&gt;I have obligatorily prayed for people, not feeling anything, except maybe tired.  I have been shocked when they started rejoicing over a healing, a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;And why not?  God is still God!&lt;br /&gt;He is the healer.  I am the tool.&lt;br /&gt;Does the hammer have to feel, in order to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire chain of thought began as I sat in a service recently.  Inwardly I was in complaint mode.  The songs were NOT to my liking.  The service leader was a dead as they get.  I was feeling that this service was a waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;About that time, God began moving through the audience in a special way.&lt;br /&gt;I felt Him saying into my spirit, you let your emotions keep you from too many moves of my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of Hebrews comes to mind: Hebrews 4:12 (KJV) &lt;br /&gt;12 For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word of God can separate the soul and spirit!  The soul is the connecting port that I have to reach God.  The spirit is the house my emotions live in.  They are separate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, teach me thy ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-1633793992524622153?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/1633793992524622153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=1633793992524622153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/1633793992524622153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/1633793992524622153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/02/soul-talk.html' title='Soul Talk'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-5690059193545682339</id><published>2008-02-06T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:18:46.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting old?</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I blogged utilizing memories from 20+ years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I'm getting Old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please!  Somebody! Help Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't mind getting old, I just never want to be irrelevant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now, I need a glass of prune juice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-5690059193545682339?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/5690059193545682339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=5690059193545682339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5690059193545682339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5690059193545682339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-old.html' title='Getting old?'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-7739181303978492701</id><published>2008-02-06T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:15:17.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' a lil' "retro"!</title><content type='html'>I am in the process of writing a term paper for a class.  During the process, I am pulling up buried memories from over twenty years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could have dreamed that the building of small personal computers, and the opening of masses of networks to the public would result in “A whole new world”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall working in the Bay area for a micro filming company in the early 1980’s.  We worked with many up and coming companies located in the Silicon Valley during that time, one of which was called Osborn computers.  Up until that time, most of the general population had never seen a computer.  The computers that existed were large monstrosities took someone with specialized skills to operate.  The main purpose of these “monsters” was data collection.  They were also good at crunching numbers and keeping track of things.  However, there was little to no software that the general public could find useful in every day life.  Osborn Computers were one of the first to bring many businesses into the computer age.  They were one of the first to create a portable computer.  I remember the first time I saw one of these "laptop" computers.  Looking at that small brown suitcase with it’s little black and white screen, I had no idea how much our world would be revolutionized within a short twenty years.  Tandy, came out with the little TRS-80.  they were afraid that the public might not go for it, so they only ordered 3000.  The leaders of the company reasoned that if they did not sell, they could use the computers to keep track of data in each of their 3000 stores.  To the amazement of all, they sold 10,000 the first month and by years end had sold over 55,000.  The revolution had begun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marriage to my wife in 1983 was challenged from time to time by my love affairs with computers.  First a Tandy 8088 invaded the sanctity of our home, to be followed by each successive micro-processor to follow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that I was a willing participant in a cultural revolution that would shake our world as perhaps nothing else ever has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-7739181303978492701?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/7739181303978492701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=7739181303978492701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7739181303978492701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7739181303978492701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/02/goin-lil-retro.html' title='Goin&apos; a lil&apos; &quot;retro&quot;!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-7029587421489099380</id><published>2008-02-04T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:15:32.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live = Christ, Die = Gain</title><content type='html'>We sometimes have a hard time connecting the Word of God to us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are SO about living!  From the time we get up, until the time we lay down, we try to cram as much living into every day as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is, this thing we call LIFE is just a trial run for ETERNAL life.  For us to get there, we have to go through a temporary experience called death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the christian life is the art of practicing "dying".  Not in a literal sense, but a spiritual one.  It's learning not to hold anything so close that I cannot let it go if I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through some notes this morning and came across a phrase from a class with Dr. Earl Creps.  It turned my thinking machine on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What part of me needs to die today, so that I may live as Christ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it?  Huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-7029587421489099380?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/7029587421489099380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=7029587421489099380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7029587421489099380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7029587421489099380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/02/live-christ-die-gain.html' title='Live = Christ, Die = Gain'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-7973306879122110267</id><published>2008-01-31T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:09:16.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the last days</title><content type='html'>I don't seem to be able to get away from the words, "in the last days".  I don't mean to be apocalyptic, nor am I ready to pick up my sign saying "the end is near!", but I am convinced that we are in the last days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 3:1-2 (KJV) &lt;br /&gt;1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. &lt;br /&gt;2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul wrote to Timothy about these unsettling times.  Paul said they would be PERILOUS times.  The greek word literally means, fierce, furious and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul continues to list a lot of character issues that define the people of the last days.  The first one stands out to me.  Men would be lovers of their own selves.  It seems to me that many today love themselves more than God, more than family, more than their fellow man.  It is unsettling to see so many who know exactly what sins they are committing, but simply do not care.  They love their sin, more than being right with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Lord came the first time to planet earth, he sent a messenger to prepare the way by preaching REPENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is coming again!  There is a fresh call for REPENTANCE that is sweeping the land right now.  A call is going out to saint and sinner alike.  "Get your hearts ready!"  "Get your spirits ready!"  "Jesus is coming!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-7973306879122110267?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/7973306879122110267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=7973306879122110267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7973306879122110267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7973306879122110267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-last-days.html' title='In the last days'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-6007207996653241361</id><published>2008-01-28T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:21:25.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new season!</title><content type='html'>Wow! A lot has been happening in the past few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy and I left home for a quick emergency on Wednesday.  We decided that as we were in the vicinity we would attend the Thursday evening service of Landmark Convention in Stockton.  What a wonderful service that was!  Missionary Steve Willoughby preached a tremendous message and was mightily anointed by God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home on Friday night after driving all day long.  I dropped Nancy off, reloaded my suitcase and headed for San Bernardino.  On Saturday morning we held our new District Formation Conference in which all of our district officials were elected.&lt;br /&gt;Brother Art Hodges III was elected to serve as our new District Superintendent and Brother Elms as our District Secretary.  We are excited about the direction that these moves will take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday saw a powerful move of God in church!  The Holy Ghost came upon us in a very special way.&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of the service I saw a vision.  I was a ball of light fall from heaven and hit the ground in front of us.  There appeared a gigantic nuclear explosion that went out from the explosion.  It hit people in waves and passed through them.  I don't have enough words to describe what I saw.  I started to tell the church, but felt inadequate to explain it so I said nothing and dismissed them.&lt;br /&gt;As I turned to leave the platform, one of my assistants grabbed my arm and said, "Pastor, I have to tell you something!"  He went on to describe in detail the vision that I had just had!  As he told it, I interrupted him and told a part of it!  We both had the same vision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is doing great things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a time to live for Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-6007207996653241361?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/6007207996653241361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=6007207996653241361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6007207996653241361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6007207996653241361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-new-season.html' title='It&apos;s a new season!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-7136297486787713788</id><published>2008-01-22T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:42:28.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>It's another rainy winter day here in Los Angeles.  Mind you, I'm not complaining!  Living in an arid city where the average annual rainfall is a mere 14.77 inches, has distinct advantages!  (like Golf!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this week that Miami Fl. is one of the wettest cities in the world.  Far surpassing London and Seattle and other cities noted for their rainfall.  Another reason on my list of 100,000 reason NOT to live in Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prayer this week, I don't seem to be able to get beyond the feeling of "obedience".  It is the supreme quality in a man or woman that God looks for.  It far surpasses talents and abilities.  It even surpasses the important quality of willingness.  I recall the messenger in the Old Testament, who was ready and eager to deliver a message, but arrived at his destination without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our home bible study last Friday night we had a wonderful study on John the Baptist.  He was God's messenger.  Malachi prophesied long before John came....  "Malachi 3:1 (KJV) &lt;br /&gt;1 Behold, I will send my messenger, and he shall prepare the way before me: and the Lord, whom ye seek, shall suddenly come to his temple, even the messenger of the covenant, whom ye delight in: behold, he shall come, saith the LORD of hosts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John came and boldly declared, "God's kingdom IS coming!  Prepare YOURSELVES to be a part of it!"  It's coming whether or not you believe in it, participate in it, like it, desire it or whatever!  It's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda reminds me of OUR message!  Jesus is coming!  Ready or NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-7136297486787713788?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/7136297486787713788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=7136297486787713788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7136297486787713788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7136297486787713788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/01/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-3216394540623394963</id><published>2008-01-17T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:04:51.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible service</title><content type='html'>Last night we experienced such a powerful moving of God's spirit in our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This move of God was precipitated by our young people who fasted for 24 hours from Monday evening until Tuesday evening.  Fasting does some things in the spiritual realm that nothing else can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God despises the smell of "human flesh".  I use the words "human flesh" to describe carnal thinking and living.  How many times do the scriptures admonish God's people to, "cleanse yourselves", "purify yourselves", "Sanctify yourselves", and then "draw nigh"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a season of cleansing ourselves from the "filthiness" of the flesh, we bathe ourselves in the sweet perfume of worship and praise, then suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is there, in the room with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-3216394540623394963?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/3216394540623394963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=3216394540623394963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/3216394540623394963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/3216394540623394963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/01/incredible-service.html' title='Incredible service'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-6989059203001584068</id><published>2008-01-15T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:15:53.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac World 2008</title><content type='html'>My son and I along with Antonio Buford arrived this morning at Mac world expo in San Francisco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is insane!  This morning was one of the few times in my life when I was actually afraid for myself and my son.  Very poor planning on the part of the Expo, left thousands of us crushed together in a lobby designed for several hundred people.  Being taller than the average person, I at least was able to see over the crowd.  My son was jammed into my rear pocket, until finally we pushed our way through the crowd.  It took us over an hour to push 20 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that this morning I blogged about being thankful for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-6989059203001584068?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/6989059203001584068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=6989059203001584068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6989059203001584068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6989059203001584068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/01/mac-world-2008.html' title='Mac World 2008'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-815491460128746594</id><published>2008-01-15T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:55:51.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for LIFE!</title><content type='html'>I'm ALIVE!  I woke up this morning thankful to be alive.  Not really for any dramatic reason.  There were no close calls on my life (that I'm aware of anyway.)  I'm just thankful for the life that God has given to me.  It's not a perfect life.  I don't have everything I wish I could have.  But it's my life, and I'm thankful today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:14 - I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will acknowledge my source of life today!    Jesus!  &lt;br /&gt;John 1:4 - In him was life; and the life was the light of men.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When Jesus came He had something mentioned here that He has shared with man.  This is his gift for us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;·        LIFE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are three aspects of life that Jesus gave to man.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1.     Physical Life – Because he is creator, He has given you and every other individual “life”.  If for no other reason, we should be indebted to Christ!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.     Eternal Life – Jesus came to earth with eternal life.  He came to live a perfect life and then to die in our places for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;John 3:14-18 - And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be lifted up: [15] That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life. [16] For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. [17] For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.&lt;br /&gt; [18] He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.     Abundant Life&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;John 10:10 - The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jesus not only came to give you eternal life, but He came to give you abundant life, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person ever born receives the first gift,  Physical life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some go on to receive the second gift, Eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are some who learn to live an Abundant life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-815491460128746594?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/815491460128746594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=815491460128746594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/815491460128746594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/815491460128746594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-god-for-life.html' title='Thank God for LIFE!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-4241011064870096448</id><published>2008-01-13T02:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:40:14.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A strange dream</title><content type='html'>It's 2:31 am.   I've just awaken from sleep with an unusual dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surrounded by stuff.  Cars, homes, computers and strangely enough piles of silver and gold. Just as I was looking around and becoming cognizant of all of the things, I began to be lifted up.  Higher and higher until I could see that it was all on a table.  All of the material stuff was laid out like a giant (to me) game board.  As I watched giant hands began clearing the board, the game was over.  The silver and gold turned into little rivers and poured back into giant hands.  The houses and cars were swept from the board into the giant hands. The game was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a voice.  "In the end, winning is not about how much "stuff" you have, but how OBEDIENT YOU'VE BEEN!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-4241011064870096448?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/4241011064870096448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=4241011064870096448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/4241011064870096448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/4241011064870096448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-it.html' title='A strange dream'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-4883722450543641133</id><published>2008-01-04T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:10:50.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vessel</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I spoke to our congregation about becoming a vessel of honor for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had prepared different kinds of vessels prior to the service and one at a time brought them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I brought out a trash can.  What do you think of when you see a trash can?  Trash?&lt;br /&gt;That's because, it was created to be a vessel of dis-honor.  It's purpose is to hold trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I brought out our churches beautiful communion set.  What do you think of when you see a communion set?  Holy, reverence, Lord's supper?&lt;br /&gt;That's because, it was created to be a vessel of honor.  It is supposed to be HOLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I brought out a paper bag.  This also is a vessel.  Originally used to bring home milk and eggs and cheese.  It's original purpose is honorable.  But once at home and emptied, it's put into a trash can and used as a liner.  It also is used for dis-honorable purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag doesn't care.  One day honor, one day dis-honor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are like that bag?  One day praying, singing and worshipping the Lord!  The next day they allow all kinds of garbage into their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purpose to be a vessel of honor!  Holy!  Holy means "Set apart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final thought, the thing that makes an object "Holy" is it's PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be a HOLY people for our LORD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-4883722450543641133?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/4883722450543641133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=4883722450543641133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/4883722450543641133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/4883722450543641133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/01/vessel.html' title='The Vessel'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-2613992762519115450</id><published>2008-01-04T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:16:24.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>It's been extremely hectic in our lives the past few days, but I thought I'd better blog at least a Happy New Years to all!&lt;br /&gt;May God bless each and every one as He has blessed us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-2613992762519115450?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/2613992762519115450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=2613992762519115450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/2613992762519115450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/2613992762519115450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2008/01/belated-happy-new-years.html' title='Belated Happy New Years!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-6955649434629541371</id><published>2007-12-29T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:11:46.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts on sin</title><content type='html'>I've been cramming this week, writing a thesis on the origin of sin. While I have no intention of going into details here on the blog, I did want to put something out there to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know when sin originally started.  We do know WHERE sin originally started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started in the heart of Lucifer.  Remember the prophet said, Isaiah 14:12-13 (KJV) &lt;br /&gt;12 How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! &lt;br /&gt;13 For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought for the moment is that the original sin was not an action.  We do not read about Lucifer smoking or doing drugs or anything like that.  His sin was in his heart.  It was in his heart that he took the LORD of Glory off of the throne of his heart and put himself in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when we think of sin, we think about an immoral or otherwise ungodly action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ungodly actions are the result of sin.  The sin is not exalting the Lord and keeping HIM as the supreme ruler in your life!&lt;br /&gt;You could even say it like this, actions follow inaction.  The man lies, because the Lord is not ruling his life.  The woman cheats, because the Lord is not ruling her life.  They kill because the Lord is not ruling in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a great many good people who pride themselves by not stealing, lying or committing some other spiritually egregious act.  Yet while they pride themselves for their lack of bad behaviour, they fail to realize that it's what they are NOT doing that makes them a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rule their lives, not the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;They sit on the throne of their lives, not the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, they do exactly what Lucifer did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-6955649434629541371?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/6955649434629541371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=6955649434629541371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6955649434629541371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6955649434629541371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-thoughts-on-sin.html' title='Some thoughts on sin'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-2424349379081229704</id><published>2007-12-25T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T11:51:11.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas !!!</title><content type='html'>Mery CHRISTmas!!!    or, Happy Birthday Jesus!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What if YOU had a birthday party where people exchanged gifts with one another, yet they did not give a gift to YOU, on YOUR birthday????    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that is how Jesus feels each Christmas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful time to be with family and friends!  Eating and resting and enjoying one anothers fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning found a few of us discussing our wonderful saviour over a delicious cup of coffee.  His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, Prince of Peace, the Everlasting Father.  Truly HE is all of these and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really wanting to preach this morning, but my heart is full of thanksgiving and praise this morning for my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we exchange gifts of love one to another, let us ever remember to give HIM the best gift of all.  Control of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, where ever you are, remember on this beautiful day that you are loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael &amp; Nancy Flowers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-2424349379081229704?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/2424349379081229704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=2424349379081229704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/2424349379081229704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/2424349379081229704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas !!!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-770940146660902505</id><published>2007-12-23T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:03:42.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Just man or just a man?</title><content type='html'>As usual this time of year, I read the story of the birth of my saviour over and over again.  I personally enjoy comparing the stories written in the different gospels and getting a better grasp on the whole picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday night I preached about the Cast of Christmas characters.  When we reached Joseph, there was such an incompleteness in my spirit that I have felt compelled to visit him again this morning.  I am especially intrigued by Matthews description: Matthew 1:18-21 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost. &lt;br /&gt;19 Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not willing to make her a publick example, was minded to put her away privily. &lt;br /&gt;20 But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost. &lt;br /&gt;21 And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins. &lt;br /&gt;KJV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was described as a "just man." I'm not sure that the term really synchronizes of what we think of as justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had been Joseph, my thoughts would have been filled with rage.  Hurt, anger and other horrible human emotions would have stopped any "mercy" immediately.  I would have been concentrating on how to "get even".  Joseph was different.  Here was a man who thought he had been done very wrong by his sweetheart--and yet his thoughts were focused on how he could deal with this in a way that brought as little shame to the one who had wronged him as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bespeaks a very tender and forgiving nature, and a willingness to take the high road of mercy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get ourselves ready to enter a New Year.  One of the things most of us pray for is renewed vision and spiritual revival.  Maybe we need a dose of Mercy.  Joseph had 2 supernatural visitations.  Both of them came as he was contemplating mercy, wondering how he could shield Mary from what he couldn't help but believe was the consequences of sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I do not believe to be a coincidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the visitation of the miraculous, fill your mind and focus your thoughts on His mercies, which are new every morning...and also upon what opportunities might come for you to show mercy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old prophet Micah heard from God regarding what the Lord required of him, namely to do justly, love mercy,and walk humbly with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves mercy when they are in a position to need it. That doesn't really mean you love mercy; it just means you love yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acid test for whether or not you truly love mercy comes when you find yourself in the position of deciding whether or not to grant it when you have the upper hand and someone else needs mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Just man (woman)?  Or "just a man" (or woman)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-770940146660902505?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/770940146660902505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=770940146660902505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/770940146660902505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/770940146660902505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='A Just man or just a man?'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-6420467233672796600</id><published>2007-12-19T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:05:28.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Bethani Roam and livers in general</title><content type='html'>We need to continue to pray for Bethani Roam.  If you are not aware she is a young preachers wife in Northern California who had liver failure and a miracle replacement.  For her story and updates, check out this blog: http://bethaniroam.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;She is now suffering moderate rejection and is in constant pain and unable to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we received some saddening news.  A few weeks ago a young man and his girlfriend came to church.  They really got into the services and came to the altar.  Alex received the Holy Ghost!  A week or so later we baptized Alex in the name of Jesus!  I was trying to get a Home bible study group set up with Alex, when he became very sick and quit coming to church.  His liver completely failed and he passed away this past Sunday night.  Thank God, he met Jesus just in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes to prove that every service is valuable!  You never know when this service just might be the only opportunity for someone to receive salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-6420467233672796600?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/6420467233672796600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=6420467233672796600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6420467233672796600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6420467233672796600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-on-bethani-roam-and-livers-in.html' title='Update on Bethani Roam and livers in general'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-6763802137351721479</id><published>2007-12-14T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:05:58.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I have your attention, PLEASE ?!</title><content type='html'>My throat was aching last night as the symptoms of the bad cold I have today began to set in.  I stood beside the roaring fireplace at Sportsman's Lodge in Studio City and tried to get the attention of 50 or so people that I did not know.  It was time to start a wedding rehearsal.  "Ahem!  Could I have your attention, PLEASE ?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning has been wonderful!  In spite of the bad cold I have felt a noticeable serenity around me.  I have prayed without interruption.  I have read the bible without interruption.  I have even conducted a small amount of business without interruption.  Then it dawned on me, "I forgot my cell phone at home this morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if God ever feels like I felt last night, "Could I have your attention, PLEASE ?!"  "Please?  I have something I want to share with you."  "I have an answer for one of your many questions!"  "I want to spend time with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Ozark mountains of Missouri, there is a Buddhist monastery.  The monks there allow people of different religions to come in and use the monastery for prayer and meditation.  I have a friend who has taken a few journeys to this monastery to practice solitude.  (Do we remember what that is?)  Jay told a few of us about his experiences there.  In that stone building, with no heating or air conditioning, with nothing electrical of any kind, you sit.  Jay said that after about an hour of sitting the silence almost becomes deafening.  As you continue to sit there you become acutely aware of how loud your own body is.  Your stomach growls, your joints groan, your heart loudly pounds in your chest.  He went on to say that as you acclimate to the silence and the noise of your body, you face the greatest noise of all.  The noise in your head.  The brain is that kid in class that always has to say something, no matter how ridiculous or in appropriate it is!  Jay told us that the hardest battle is to get your mind to be quiet and wait upon God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40:31 Isaiah 40:31 (KJV) &lt;br /&gt;31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most birds molt at least once a year.  That is they lose their old feathers and get new ones.  The old feathers have lost their freshness and their ability to lift the bird through the air.  They become tattered and old.  The bird is not able to soar quite as high as with fresh feathers.  A new set of feathers is needed to reach the heights of yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;It is said that most of the bird family quit molting after they reach their prime.  As the bird ages it has to adjust to the reality that it will never do what it used to do.  It doesn't have the fresh feathers that it used to have.&lt;br /&gt;The exception to the rule is the eagle.  Eagles continue to molt until they die.  The heights of the heavens are never lost to them.&lt;br /&gt;The prophet tell us that if we will wait upon the Lord, we will renew our strength.  Our spirits need never get old.  Our Holy Ghost needs never get old.  Our vision never should get old.  Like the eagle we will mount up, lift up on fresh wings.&lt;br /&gt;We can continue to run, without becoming "...weary in well doing".  We can walk on, without passing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait upon the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one over there calling... "Ahem! Could I have your attention, PLEASE ?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-6763802137351721479?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/6763802137351721479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=6763802137351721479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6763802137351721479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/6763802137351721479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/12/could-i-have-your-attention-please.html' title='Could I have your attention, PLEASE ?!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-4536183067987041753</id><published>2007-12-09T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T08:50:38.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting tag line</title><content type='html'>I read an interesting tag line this week. I'm not sure who came up with it, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Talent will take you to places where anointing isn't permitted, &lt;br /&gt;Anointing will take you places talented isn't needed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-4536183067987041753?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/4536183067987041753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=4536183067987041753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/4536183067987041753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/4536183067987041753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/12/interesting-tag-line.html' title='An Interesting tag line'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-5984431766846885050</id><published>2007-12-09T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T08:37:09.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Debt</title><content type='html'>It's not a very spiritual thought, but I've been thinking about "debt" the past 2 days.  &lt;br /&gt;In it's simplest form, debt is caused by owing more than we can pay.&lt;br /&gt;How many people are running around our stores and malls right now getting themselves even deeper into debt?  &lt;br /&gt;How many marriages will be pushed over the brink of no return because of newly acquired debt?  &lt;br /&gt;How much frustration will be poured out upon helpless children and other victims because of debt?&lt;br /&gt;Even our national leaders seem to not be able to control debt.  As a nation we are spending ourselves into oblivion.  Dreams of european vacations and exotic ski trips are quickly becoming a thing from yesteryear.  With our soaring national debt, the U.S. Dollar is pathetically weak.  Have you noticed all the foreigners that are now coming to the U.S. for vacations?  Not too long ago, it was U.S. citizens descending upon 3rd world countries as vacation paradises.  Because of their weak currencies our dollar could go farther than it did here at home.  Now it seems the tables are turned.&lt;br /&gt;America needs God today!&lt;br /&gt;Americans need God today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good debt, is that debt that we will forever owe our Lord.  He paid the price of our redemption.  I owe Him daily, much more than I can ever repay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-5984431766846885050?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/5984431766846885050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=5984431766846885050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5984431766846885050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5984431766846885050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-debt.html' title='In Debt'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-7930997047652973188</id><published>2007-12-06T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:43:55.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I held HIM in my hands</title><content type='html'>Last night at service the preacher ( Dave Dibble - missionary to the Phillippines) preached an awesome message.  He preached about Simeon.  I don't know if he read my blog, but our minds were in the same vein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simeon, being led by the spirit to the temple on that famous day, knew in his spirit that this baby is different!  As he went home that night, we wonder what was on Simeons mind.  "In these hands, I just held the Redeemer!"  "In these hands, I just held the El Shaddai"   "In these hands, I just held the King of Kings!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will repost a picture that I took down about Simeon.  I called the picture, "...Holding the object of your expectation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never fails!  He only knows how to be faithful to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-7930997047652973188?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/7930997047652973188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=7930997047652973188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7930997047652973188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/7930997047652973188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-held-him-in-my-hands.html' title='I held HIM in my hands'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-9196272390763210277</id><published>2007-12-02T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:11:13.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Thoughts</title><content type='html'>We have been working feverishly (doesn't look right, but I spell checked it!) on our garage this week so I have not posted as much as I've wanted to.  The clean garage is kind of a christmas present to my bride from the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I preached a bit on Cain's attitude this past Wednesday night.  I'm not able to get him out of my mind and spirit yet and probably will go there for a thought or two today.  &lt;br /&gt;Cain wanted God's approval so badly.  He put so much effort and hard work into his crop trying to please God.  In the meantime, his brother Abel simply raised a lamb.  Abel did not have to give birth to his sacrifice.  He only had to take care of it and then at the right time present it to the Lord.  Cain on the other hand, had to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;When God had "respect" for Abel's offering, but not for Cain's, Cain lost it!&lt;br /&gt;Mankind has from Adam and Eve, through Cain and until today tried to please God with the fruit and works of our own hands.  God has already provided the WORK at Calvary.  He simply wants us to OBEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across something that Thomas Jefferson once said that grabbed my attention, see if you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past. - Thomas Jefferson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-9196272390763210277?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/9196272390763210277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=9196272390763210277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/9196272390763210277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/9196272390763210277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-morning-thoughts.html' title='Sunday Morning Thoughts'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-3293120788043590699</id><published>2007-11-27T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:03:56.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Simeons please!</title><content type='html'>I’ve been reading more of Luke’s version of the arrival of baby Jesus.  Today my focus fell on Simeon who met Mary and Joseph as they brought their newborn into the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 2:25 And, behold, there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon; and the same man was just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel: and the Holy Ghost was upon him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little blip is not placed in the scriptures just to take up page space.  There is a lesson here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more people like Simeon today.&lt;br /&gt;·        He was just or righteous before men.  He acted right towards others.&lt;br /&gt;·        He was devout. He was dedicated to God.  He was careful, serious about the things of God.&lt;br /&gt;·        He was looking for the consolation of Israel, for the coming Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;·        The Holy Spirit was upon Him, controlling his life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let’s follow this example.&lt;br /&gt;·        Let us be just, acting righteous in our dealings with others.&lt;br /&gt;·        Let us be devout, carefully committed to God.&lt;br /&gt;·        Let us be looking for the second coming of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus 2:13 - Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        And let us seek the full control of the Holy Spirit upon our lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Verses 27-28  go on to inform us that Simeon was guided on the right day to the right place, to the right child by the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should settle for nothing less than this for our lives – THE HOLY GHOST’S GUIDANCE IN ALL THINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simeon’s devotion to God leads him to a literal “Hands On” meeting with Jesus!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Verse 29 – Simeon was totally satisfied when He saw Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;He was now ready to go “home” after what was undoubtedly a long life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we learn this kind of satisfaction, no matter how long our lives are, they are not complete until we’ve seen and held JESUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-3293120788043590699?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/3293120788043590699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=3293120788043590699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/3293120788043590699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/3293120788043590699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-simeons-please.html' title='More Simeons please!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-2731461208057320809</id><published>2007-11-26T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:56:26.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Well to be honest, last week I tried my very best to avoid any and all semblance of work.  It felt wonderful to relax mentally, physically as well as spiritually.  We celebrated a wonderful thanksgiving day with my Father, Mother, Brother and his family, Sister and her family.  Our celebration came complete with all the turkey, ham and other essentials that one could possibly consume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my bride and I spent some time discussing our children.  It seems a little strange to refer to a 23 year old and a 18 year old as children.  This is without doubt the scariest part of our parenthood.  How do you “parent” another adult?  We still have a certain amount of influence in their lives, but increasingly they are making choices that we have little to zero input in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in Matthew this morning for personal devotions.  In chapter one Joseph is described as being a “righteous man”.   Luke tells us the story as well and records the angel of the Lord saying, “Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, talk about intimidation!  Jesus earthly father is called “righteous” and his mother is call “highly favoured”.  I don’t feel like I fit in that classification, (my wife? Yes! Me? NO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in thinking on these things that I came across a few words regarding parenting that I’d like to share today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who wrote these word’s but they are impacting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Parent Can and Can’t Do&lt;br /&gt;I gave you life, but I cannot live it for you. I can teach you things but I cannot make you learn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can give you directions but I cannot always be there to lead you. I can allow you freedom but I cannot account for it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can take you to church but I cannot make you believe. I can teach you right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;but I can’t always decide for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can buy you beautiful clothes&lt;br /&gt;but I cannot make you lovely inside. I can offer you advice but I cannot accept it for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can give you love but I cannot force it upon you. I can teach you to be a friend but I cannot make you one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can teach you to share but I cannot make you unselfish. I can teach you respect but I can’t force you to show honor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can grieve about your report card&lt;br /&gt;but I cannot doubt your teachers. I can advise you about friends&lt;br /&gt;but I cannot choose them for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can teach you about sex but I cannot keep you pure. I can tell you the facts of life&lt;br /&gt;but I can’t build your reputation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can tell you about drink but I can’t say NO for you. I can warn you about drugs but I can’t prevent you from using them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can tell you about lofty goals,&lt;br /&gt;but I can’t achieve them for you. I can teach you kindness but I can’t force you to be gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can warn you about sins but I cannot make your morals I can love you as a daughter or son but I cannot place you in God’s Family.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can pray for you but I cannot make you walk with God. I can teach you about Jesus&lt;br /&gt;but I cannot make HIM your Saviour.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can teach you to OBEY&lt;br /&gt;but I cannot make Jesus Your Lord. I can tell you how to live but I cannot give you Eternal Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source Unknown http://www.bible.org/illus.asp?topic_id=1065&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-2731461208057320809?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/2731461208057320809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=2731461208057320809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/2731461208057320809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/2731461208057320809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-582608129556366023</id><published>2007-11-20T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:35:30.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Reflections</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling that something was wrong.  Then I realized that I was in our motorhome rather than our landhome.  We arrived in Antioch Ca this morning about 1:35 after a long drive up interstate 5.  We are in Antioch to meet up with my family for Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we buried Clayton Keene at the Forest Lawn in Hollywood Hills.  Officiating a funeral always puts me in a little more somber mood than usual.  I think of how quickly life passes by.  It seems just yesterday that Clayton was excited because he had retired from truck driving.  Just a few feet away we saw the grave of Liberace of piano fame.  It made me relect that no matter who you are, how much you have or what you accomplish, at the end you cannot take it with you, and you must go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-582608129556366023?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/582608129556366023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=582608129556366023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/582608129556366023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/582608129556366023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-reflections.html' title='Weekend Reflections'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-1968209479179460133</id><published>2007-11-16T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:55:39.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing our relevancy on purpose</title><content type='html'>I've been reading the story of Henri Nouwen, a renown theologian and christian leadership expert.  After 20 plus years of world travel, teaching, preaching and publishing books and literature, He felt led to stop it all and go serve in a community for mentally handicapped people.&lt;br /&gt;The transition was life changing to say the least. Nouwen states: "The first thing that struck me when I came to live in a house with mentally handicapped people was that their liking of me had absolutely nothing to do with any of the many useful things I had done until then.  Since nobody could read my books, the books could not impress anyone.  Since none of them ever went to school, my twenty years at Notre Dame, Yale, and Harvard did not provide a significant introduction.&lt;br /&gt;Nouwen goes on to relate that not being able to rely on the skills that had proven so practical up until that point, made him feel very naked.  "I was suddenly faced with my naked self, open for affirmations an rejections, hugs and punches, smiles and tears, all dependent simply on how I was perceived at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read his words I reflect on prayer.  How many times do I approach God in a professional christian manner?   How many times do I go through learned processes, when really all He wants me to do is humble myself, become vulnerable and open.  Jesus said it first, and said it best, "suffer the little children to come unto me," then, "Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-1968209479179460133?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/1968209479179460133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=1968209479179460133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/1968209479179460133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/1968209479179460133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/losing-our-relevancy-on-purpose.html' title='Losing our relevancy on purpose'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-5544581183456351840</id><published>2007-11-14T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:01:08.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note about livin'</title><content type='html'>Today we rejoiced to hear that Bethani Roam possibly will get to go home this coming Saturday.  Considering that last Saturday her family was being prepared for her death, this is an incredible 2007 miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a statement by the irrepresible Mark Twain that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have but one life to live.  I'm not in a hurry for tomorrow.  I want to enjoy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-5544581183456351840?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/5544581183456351840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=5544581183456351840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5544581183456351840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5544581183456351840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-note-about-livin.html' title='Just a note about livin&apos;'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-4523707408171901071</id><published>2007-11-13T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:04:11.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Bethani Roam</title><content type='html'>We have been in prayer for Bethani Roam since learning of her tragic condition on Saturday.   Bethani (Bishop) Roam is the loving wife of Rev Brian Roam, mother of a 7 month old son, daughter of Rev David and Nina Bishop. She is 24 years old. Two weeks ago she became nauseated and unable to eat. She went to two different hospital - a wrong diagnoses at one and the other not able to help. She was flown to UC San Francisco on Friday, November 9. On Saturday it was determined that her liver was infected and was not working. Her family was advised that a liver transplant was needed immediately. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, (Monday) a liver was found and surgery was performed.  She is recovering very well at this point.  GOD is SO good!&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to follow this miracle in the making, you can visit a blog called http://bethaniroam.blogspot.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-4523707408171901071?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/4523707408171901071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=4523707408171901071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/4523707408171901071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/4523707408171901071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/prayer-for-bethani-roam.html' title='Prayer for Bethani Roam'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-400995925582525040</id><published>2007-11-11T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:05:11.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carried to the table</title><content type='html'>This Sunday morning I've been reminiscing about that special time of communion that I experienced this past Friday.  I looked up the words to the song that we heard while participating in Communion.  It is entitled "Carried to the table" by Leeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wounded and forsaken &lt;br /&gt;I was shattered by the fall &lt;br /&gt;Broken and forgotten &lt;br /&gt;Feeling lost and all alone &lt;br /&gt;Summoned by the King &lt;br /&gt;Into the Master’s courts &lt;br /&gt;Lifted by the Savior &lt;br /&gt;And cradled in His arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was carried to the table &lt;br /&gt;Seated where I don’t belong &lt;br /&gt;Carried to the table &lt;br /&gt;Swept away by His love &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t see my brokenness anymore &lt;br /&gt;When I’m seated at the table of the Lord &lt;br /&gt;I’m carried to the table &lt;br /&gt;The table of the Lord &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting thoughts of fear &lt;br /&gt;And wondering why He called my name &lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough to share this cup &lt;br /&gt;This world has left me lame &lt;br /&gt;Even in my weakness &lt;br /&gt;The Savior called my name &lt;br /&gt;In His Holy presence &lt;br /&gt;I’m healed and unashamed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carried me, my God &lt;br /&gt;You carried me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-400995925582525040?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/400995925582525040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=400995925582525040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/400995925582525040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/400995925582525040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/carried-to-table.html' title='Carried to the table'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-8259632935976102533</id><published>2007-11-09T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:43:49.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Communion</title><content type='html'>This morning I took the Lord's Supper in an extremely inspiring way.  &lt;br /&gt;Usually, we are in a church setting, standing at an altar and partake the Lord's Supper in silent contemplation.  &lt;br /&gt;This morning found me listening to a song by a group called Leeland singing "Carried to the table", a song about the lords supper.&lt;br /&gt;I remained seated at the table in a darkened classroom, and the result was a feeling of literally sitting with Jesus and communing with Him on a very personal, intimate set.&lt;br /&gt;I wept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-8259632935976102533?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/8259632935976102533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=8259632935976102533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/8259632935976102533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/8259632935976102533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/true-communion.html' title='True Communion'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-5023212012556415511</id><published>2007-11-07T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:54:38.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely in Seattle</title><content type='html'>Well, it's a lonely Wednesday night here in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;All my church family are getting ready for a great church service and I'm sitting in a Macaroni Grill all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry, I heard a lasagna is getting ready to join me at my table.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we'll have some great fellowship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-5023212012556415511?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/5023212012556415511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=5023212012556415511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5023212012556415511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5023212012556415511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/lonely-in-seattle.html' title='lonely in Seattle'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-691847119273564411</id><published>2007-11-07T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:50:27.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>change or die</title><content type='html'>Thom S. Rainer and Eric Geiger have written a book called "Simple Church" that deals with the overloading of churches with programs.&lt;br /&gt;I was bothered (in a good way) as I came to the end of this book.  The author’s have a section entitled “change or die”.  600,000 people have heart bypasses a year in America.  They are told that they MUST change their lifestyles.  Their bypass is a temporary fix.  Diet, smoking, drinking must quit and be replaced with exercise and reduced stress.  Literally they are told, “change or die”.  Studies show that 2 years after heart surgery, 90% of the heart patients do not change.  Instead of making changes for life, they choose death.&lt;br /&gt;In ministry I deal with many who come to God, receive the Holy Ghost (bypass?) get baptized and fail to understand that they must "change or die".&lt;br /&gt;The empowering of the Holy Ghost is to help them eliminate destructive carnal drives that pull them inthe opposite direction from where God is trying to take them.&lt;br /&gt;Yet even faced with losing our relationship with God, we resist change and sometimes chose death instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-691847119273564411?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/691847119273564411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=691847119273564411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/691847119273564411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/691847119273564411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/change-or-die.html' title='change or die'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-5317169105890829838</id><published>2007-11-07T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:26:17.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I start a new day</title><content type='html'>As I start this brand new day, there are things from yesterday that I dare not bring into the innocence of today.&lt;br /&gt;As I start this brand new day, there are lessons from yesterday that I dare not leave to memory.  They must make this journey with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I start this brand new day I am forced to ask the question;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of me needs to die today, so that more of Jesus can be born in me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-5317169105890829838?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/5317169105890829838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=5317169105890829838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5317169105890829838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/5317169105890829838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-i-start-new-day.html' title='As I start a new day'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-3802577942260328606</id><published>2007-11-07T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:07:14.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A contemplative prayer</title><content type='html'>St. Francis of Assisi lived from 1181-1226 AD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a prayer that is still thought provoking for us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is hatred, let me sow love;&lt;br /&gt;where there is injury, pardon;&lt;br /&gt;where there is doubt, faith;&lt;br /&gt;where there is despair, hope;&lt;br /&gt;where there is darkness, light;&lt;br /&gt;and where there is sadness, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek &lt;br /&gt;to be consoled as to console;&lt;br /&gt;to be understood as to understand;&lt;br /&gt;to be loved as to love.&lt;br /&gt;For it is in giving that we receive;&lt;br /&gt;It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;&lt;br /&gt;and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.  Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-3802577942260328606?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/3802577942260328606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=3802577942260328606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/3802577942260328606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/3802577942260328606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/contemplative-prayer.html' title='A contemplative prayer'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672823249206844053.post-455417074644161422</id><published>2007-11-06T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:01:03.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, that I may know Him!</title><content type='html'>I have started this blog as a result of a challenge.  I'm taking a course in ministering to the emerging culture for my M Div program.  Dr. Earl Creps challenged us today to find creative ways to reach this emergent hyper-modern culture and spread the gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been partial to this story in Luke's gospel.  It tells about two dejected and frustrated disciples headed home after a weekend that saw the shattering of their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so absorbed in their own emotional pits, that they failed to recognize Jesus as He joined their 7 mile walk home.  They invited Him to stay and break bread and finally at the end of their day, they saw HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did not our hearts burn within us?"  Holy heartburn is not enough!  I want to KNOW HIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672823249206844053-455417074644161422?l=about7miles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/feeds/455417074644161422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672823249206844053&amp;postID=455417074644161422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/455417074644161422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672823249206844053/posts/default/455417074644161422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://about7miles.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-that-i-may-know-him.html' title='Oh, that I may know Him!'/><author><name>Michael Flowers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14895113545555465239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
