<?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-1964930186338728338</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:09:53.567-06:00</updated><category term='trials'/><category term='spiritual warfare'/><category term='lack'/><category term='failing'/><category term='God'/><category term='fretting'/><category term='witnessing'/><category term='spreading the gospel'/><category term='struggles'/><category term='hardship'/><category term='discipleship'/><category term='christian'/><category term='joy'/><category term='depression'/><category term='Worry'/><category term='evangelism'/><title type='text'>And Also With You</title><subtitle type='html'>Father Scott of Grace Anglican Church located in Fairhope, AL shares his weekly thoughts, sermons and experiences to encourage Christians and bring others into the love and knowledge of Jesus Christ.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-7343223374886067395</id><published>2010-03-24T07:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:26:08.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weapon of Rest</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, the Lord gave me a word for a person involving "rest".  The word dealt with the Lord's command and design that we enter into rest one day each week.There are all kinds of benefits to rest that we as 21st century Americans choose to overlook.  We use our time off to catch up on the tasks and jobs, shopping and chores that we cannot squeeze into our normal week.  We later reward </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7343223374886067395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7343223374886067395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2010/03/weapon-of-rest.html' title='The Weapon of Rest'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-6575608803373332632</id><published>2010-03-18T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:15:26.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You May Not Cross The Blood Line</title><summary type='text'>In The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkein, there is a scene where a Balrog (an ancient and menacing creature that lived under the mountain where their journey had taken them) is chasing the Fellowship and its leader-protector, Gandalf.Gandalf tells the others to go ahead as he takes his stand on a narrow stone bridge.  As he turns, he raises his staff and shouts to the Balrog, "You shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6575608803373332632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6575608803373332632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-may-not-cross-blood-line.html' title='You May Not Cross The Blood Line'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3685744556684999665</id><published>2010-03-11T10:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:27:25.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the other shoe to drop</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was telling a person how blessed I felt and yet how I was waiting for "the other shoe to drop".  Even as it came out of my mouth I knew that what I had said was toxic thinking that needed to be washed and renewed by God's Word. Again,  later that evening, I was talking with someone else and again that toxic phrase popped of my mouth.  It didn't sit well with me, yet I couldn't  wrap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3685744556684999665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3685744556684999665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-for-other-shoe-to-drop.html' title='Waiting for the other shoe to drop'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-6544635153734496538</id><published>2009-08-20T14:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:32:49.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Your Attention Goes...</title><summary type='text'>For some time I have heard one of the ladies in our church muttering, "Where your attention goes your energy flows."  At first I did not think much of it until recently when the Holy Spirit brought into the forefront of my spiritual life.  He asked me, "Where is your attention today?"  "What was my focus?"  Once I realized where my attention was directed I  realized that my energy really was  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6544635153734496538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6544635153734496538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-your-attention-goes.html' title='Where Your Attention Goes...'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-6967014530259966797</id><published>2009-07-09T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:52:30.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cup Of Cold Water</title><summary type='text'>Each of us go through seasons of trial.  Trials are like trudging through a desert.  They could take the form of  a serious illness, economic worries, or marital difficulties.  Whatever the trial, however, the emotional and spiritual landscape is parched and there is little quality to life. One thing I have noticed, however, is that we see God's hand in the small things that happen to  us along </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6967014530259966797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6967014530259966797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/07/cup-of-cold-water.html' title='A Cup Of Cold Water'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-7400402446943604305</id><published>2009-07-02T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:21:01.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Blinders</title><summary type='text'>During the 1800's when horses were the main source of transportation, drivers would put blinders over the horse's eyes.  Blinders were flaps used to keep horses from seeing from side to side.  The horse could still see, but only what was directly in front of it.   This kept them from becoming skittish or fearful in case something or someone came up quickly from the side. Scripture tells us to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7400402446943604305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7400402446943604305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-blinders.html' title='Back To Blinders'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-4155448042489101118</id><published>2009-04-29T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:03:08.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is The Grass Greener Somewhere Else?</title><summary type='text'>Many people spend their lives searching for greener pastures.  This is an effective ploy of the enemy to cause discontentment and ingratitude.  It also keeps us  looking elsewhere so that we miss out on the joys and blessings somewhere.I confess, I have been a "the grass is greener somewhere else person" most of my life.  Yesterday, however, the Lord downloaded this truth into my spirit.  If I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4155448042489101118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4155448042489101118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-grass-greener-somewhere-else.html' title='Is The Grass Greener Somewhere Else?'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-842188248709060996</id><published>2009-03-30T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:14:00.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pray That This Will Not Take Place In Winter"</title><summary type='text'>Mark 13:18, 19 refers to the Signs of the End of the Age.  It says, "Pray that this will not take place in winter, because those will be days of distress unequaled from the beginning when God created the world until now--and never to be equaled again."Last week I was talking to one of the men after men's group.  I was sharing how blessed I felt that a very lengthy, eighteen month trial, that had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/842188248709060996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/842188248709060996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/03/pray-that-this-will-not-take-place-in.html' title='&quot;Pray That This Will Not Take Place In Winter&quot;'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-1172544951023393740</id><published>2009-03-26T08:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:20:57.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing With The Water of the Word</title><summary type='text'>Last night, during Soaking Prayer, the Lord showed us another tool that was in our spiritual tool box.  As we prayed for various people, issues and situations, the Lord said to wash them with the water of the Word.           As we prayed for different people, we would speak forth verses from Scripture that the Holy Spirit put into our hearts, whether they seemed pertinent or not to the situation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1172544951023393740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1172544951023393740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/03/washing-with-water-of-word.html' title='Washing With The Water of the Word'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-7577528527983965801</id><published>2009-03-17T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:00:00.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cloud Between</title><summary type='text'> Exodus 14 details the drama of Israel's exodus from Egypt.  It was a harrowing experience for God's people!  Pharaoh, with 600 chariots, were moving at great speed  towards the slow moving mass of people who had been trained to make bricks not to wield weapons.           The Israelites got to the very edge of the Red Sea and found themselves trapped between a mass of water and the army of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7577528527983965801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7577528527983965801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/03/cloud-between.html' title='The Cloud Between'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-1801223390542228477</id><published>2009-03-12T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:58:21.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watchmen on the Wall</title><summary type='text'>In Biblical times, cities had walls.  The walls protected the people within.  The city gates were opened at dawn and closed at dusk. As a secondary precaution, watchmen were posted on the walls.  This gave them the advantage of height so that they could see great distances, preventing enemies from sneeking up on the city.          Watchmen were  the city's lookouts.  They watched for encroaching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1801223390542228477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1801223390542228477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen-on-wall.html' title='Watchmen on the Wall'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-8470262544819616244</id><published>2009-03-03T09:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:27:08.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Saving-Savior Saving</title><summary type='text'>One of the problems in being a Christian is that we often forget that we have a Savior.    Since birth, we have been trying to save ourselves.  The child that tells a fib is trying to not get caught.  They are convinced that their lie will save them. The adolescent who cheats on a test is trying to save him/herself from failing.   The adult who worries and schemes about how to solve whatever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8470262544819616244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8470262544819616244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-saving-savior-saving.html' title='Self Saving-Savior Saving'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-7562552786625655636</id><published>2009-02-27T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:31:25.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is All About The Kingdom</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I have found myself talking about "the kingdom" rather than "the church" or ven "being a Christian".  In fact, I have had this growing irritation with most anything that hints of "denominations" or "old wine skin church work".   It is amazing how many conversations with "church people" end up talking about the maintenance and administration of an organization rather than THE KINGDOM!Oh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7562552786625655636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7562552786625655636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-all-about-kingdom.html' title='It Is All About The Kingdom'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3986799672659071039</id><published>2009-02-03T19:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:36:21.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening the Other Eye</title><summary type='text'>Recently, the Lord gave one of our members a vision for me persnoally.  In the vision, I was looking at a large automobile and dangling over the automobile's hood was a huge spider.    However, in the vision I was looking at the scene with one eye closed.  When I opened the other eye, the perspective changed and I saw that the spider was not huge at all, but was instead small (normal size) and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3986799672659071039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3986799672659071039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/02/opening-other-eye.html' title='Opening the Other Eye'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-7450128942766896949</id><published>2009-01-19T11:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:50:13.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehearsing Troubles</title><summary type='text'>                     Each morning I read Jesus Calling by Sarah Young.  On January 16 it says, "Rehearsing your troubles results in experiencing them many times, whereas you are meant to go through them only when they actually occur. "                       That seems to be the problem with worry.  It  multiplies our suffering because we rehearse the problem over and over again, long before we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7450128942766896949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7450128942766896949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/01/rehearsing-troubles.html' title='Rehearsing Troubles'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-1853887903632007151</id><published>2009-01-15T13:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:50:18.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ventriloquist</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had a conversation in your head where you told someone off?  Recently, this happened to a friend while skiing in Colorado.  This friend saw a man who had "done him dirty" in a business deal several years ago. Immediately the friend heard this scathing conversation in his head where he was telling this man off and letting him have it.      After a few minutes, however, the friend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1853887903632007151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1853887903632007151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/01/ventriloquist.html' title='The Ventriloquist'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-238817421255484056</id><published>2009-01-05T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:00:00.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Future</title><summary type='text'>Sarah Young writes in Jesus Calling, p. 174, "Since I (the Lord) went to such extreme measures to save you from your sins, you can be assured that I will graciously give you all you need."     The logic behind that sentence is so simple!  If Jesus went to such extreme measures such as becoming a human being, giving His back over to be beaten, and finally dying shamefully on a cross so that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/238817421255484056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/238817421255484056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-future.html' title='Your Future'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-8557544692387348419</id><published>2008-12-29T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:49:01.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes On One's Own Paper</title><summary type='text'>Over the last several months I have had questions.  I have watched businesses in Michigan stake huge hits and simmer under great fear.  I  heard the Govenor of California announce that their state government was running $40,000,000 in the red each day and was facing an economic armageden.  I hear about the pain and cold in the "rust belt" of the Northeast, and then I think  how blessed we are in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8557544692387348419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8557544692387348419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyes-on-ones-own-paper.html' title='Eyes On One&apos;s Own Paper'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-6697457586967142732</id><published>2008-12-22T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:23:00.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaves of the Tree Are For the Healing of the Nations</title><summary type='text'>Last week at Men's Group, the Lord showed me a picture of the River of the Water of Life and by it, the Tree of Life from Revelation 22:1-2. I somehow knew that the focus of the picture involved the leaves that were from that marvelous Tree.The purpose of the leaves were for "the healing of the nations". That re-played over and over in my mind. Then it was as if the Lord downloaded understanding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6697457586967142732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6697457586967142732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaves-of-tree-are-for-healing-of.html' title='The Leaves of the Tree Are For the Healing of the Nations'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3045231691035226028</id><published>2008-12-16T10:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:14:01.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toxin and the Antidote</title><summary type='text'>While Rosemarie and Don Hall were in Oregon this fall, their tour group went hiking in the forest's of the beautiful Northwest.  As they walked along, their guide pointed out various plants and interesting details about them.  Some of the plants were poisonous.  The guide pointed out, however, that where ever you found a poisonous plant along the trial, you would usually find a plant with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3045231691035226028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3045231691035226028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/12/toxin-and-antidote.html' title='The Toxin and the Antidote'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-8555282219153886014</id><published>2008-12-11T09:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:14:10.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parable Pictures of the Eel and Serpent</title><summary type='text'>From time to time the Lord will give us a teaching picture at the Friday Men's Group.  These pictures that serve as parables for as the old adage says, "A picture is worth a thousand words."        Last Friday, the Lord gave one of the men two  pictures.  The first picture was  of amoray eel.  Its coloring was dark green and it had fierce teeth.  Below its eyes, this creature  had a round flap of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8555282219153886014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8555282219153886014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/12/parable-pictures-of-eel-and-serpent.html' title='Parable Pictures of the Eel and Serpent'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-8439855042566320173</id><published>2008-10-08T09:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:09:39.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father of LIes</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was depressed.  Up until now I had successfully dodged  world news, safely following it from a distance.  Yesterday, however, I got too close.  The front page of the Internet caught me and I fell into an emotional pit.  My day was not ruined and everything bumped along as usual, but there was a dark oppression that seemed to cover everything like a pall.          I cried out to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8439855042566320173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8439855042566320173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/10/father-of-lies.html' title='Father of LIes'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-5138603458707409743</id><published>2008-10-02T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:24:23.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking A Deep Breath</title><summary type='text'>At the Friday Men's Group some weeks ago,  we were discussing "wisdom".  Someone made the  point that wisdom is when you take a deep breath before you respond to whatever or whomever is pushing you at the moment.           How could it be so simple?  How many times have we gotten into trouble because we were moving so fast that we didn't think things through?  How many times have we felt pushed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/5138603458707409743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/5138603458707409743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/10/taking-deep-breath.html' title='Taking A Deep Breath'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-6094835097965168519</id><published>2008-09-23T10:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:55:38.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately, betrayal is universal to the human experience and few escape it.  The times I  experienced betrayal left me in deep, deep pain.  Betrayal hurts so badly because you can only be betrayed by someone you trust--it has to come from someone close to you.  That is its very nature.   A stranger can hurt us but a stranger cannot betray us.            I was remembering a time I felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6094835097965168519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6094835097965168519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/09/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-6182268979248403839</id><published>2008-09-16T09:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:49:44.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sails A Flapping</title><summary type='text'>Two blogs ago, I wrote about a sail on a clipper ship that the Lord had shown me.  The weekend following I happened to watch "Master and Commander" with Russell Crowe.  It is the tale of HMS Surprise that pursues the French frigate, "Ascheron".  This sea epic takes place during the Napoleonic Wars when England and France were at bitter blows. During one scene, there is a terrible storm and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6182268979248403839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6182268979248403839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/09/sails-flapping.html' title='Sails A Flapping'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3464901420138467285</id><published>2008-09-04T09:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:25:07.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Recent Words from God</title><summary type='text'>One blessing that has been constant at Grace Church has been that God  confirm's prophetic  words or a pictures by giving it to two people independent of each other.   Yesterday, this happened with two words  and then several weeks ago with an "angel sighting".  Word 1:  Yesterday at Bible Study, a woman shared that we are at war!  The war is happening even as I write.  It is being waged on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3464901420138467285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3464901420138467285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-recent-words-from-god.html' title='Three Recent Words from God'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3999335533703519894</id><published>2008-08-28T10:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:08:02.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rips in the Sail</title><summary type='text'>While praying for a person some years ago, the Lord showed me a picture of a huge sail from an 18th century wind driven ship. When the canvas was unfurled, it would catch the wind and propel the ship along at a steady clip...ergo the name, "Clipper Ships".As the prayer continued, I not only saw the giant sail but also began to hear the words "Inner healing". As the words the words were repeated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3999335533703519894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3999335533703519894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/08/rips-in-sail.html' title='Rips in the Sail'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-5990506990512144500</id><published>2008-08-21T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:38:03.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week</title><summary type='text'>"Religion is not enough.    It satisfies neither us nor Christ."                                                                 Francis Frangiapane, "With the Glance of Your Eyes"                                                                 August 21, 2008-www.elijahlist.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/5990506990512144500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/5990506990512144500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-4769278643484887686</id><published>2008-08-19T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:37:24.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calls of Coincidence</title><summary type='text'>Once last week and already once this week  I called someone (or vice versa) about something material and mundane.  Yet before I had hung up, I  had encountered the Lord!I was looking for a DVD for our Thursday Kids' Group and could not find it.  Thinking that one of the kids had put it away somewhere, I called his  aunt thinking that she was babysitting the young boy  that day.  It turned out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4769278643484887686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4769278643484887686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/08/calls-of-coincidence.html' title='Calls of Coincidence'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3749010434264393178</id><published>2008-08-12T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:18:29.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing The Serpent's Eyes</title><summary type='text'>We have finished the Season of the Basilisk (King of Serpents). During those three weeks and a week or two prior to the season's beginning, two intercessors were given  interesting pictures while at Soaking  Prayer on Wednesday nights.Picture #1-The intercessor saw a large green snake slithering towards her.  The serpent actually came up to her in this vision.  The person was praying and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3749010434264393178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3749010434264393178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/08/closing-serpents-eyes.html' title='Closing The Serpent&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-6521971078396155993</id><published>2008-08-06T09:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:22:11.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraction or Disobedience</title><summary type='text'>We are in a season of special prayer from July 20-August 10.  To war in the heavenlies, we are having three prayer vigils.  During the first prayer vigil the Lord gave me the 3D's which were the enemy's game plan during this intense season:  Distract; Detract; Destroy.     What I have realized is that the battle is usually won or lost with the first D:  Distract.  I saw this because I lost quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6521971078396155993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6521971078396155993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/08/distraction-or-disobedience.html' title='Distraction or Disobedience'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-5979410335666557950</id><published>2008-07-25T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:45:58.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 D's-Distract/Detract/Destroy</title><summary type='text'>During the prayer vigil last weekend, the Lord spoke 3 D's into my heart.  It was if He was saying that these 3 D's are the enemy's plans to defeat us during this intense season from July 20-August 10.  Here was God whispering the plan to us so that we would not be taken by surprise but instead would be victorious!The 3D's are:  Disctract then Detract and finally Destroy.Distract-To draw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/5979410335666557950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/5979410335666557950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-ds-distractdetractdestroy.html' title='3 D&apos;s-Distract/Detract/Destroy'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-2503804869063216733</id><published>2008-07-17T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:50:13.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Sending the Angel of the Lord Ahead of You</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I was reading along in Exodus.  Then in chapter 23:20 and following came wonderful promises that God made to His beloved people. "See, I am sending an angel ahead of you to guard you along the way and to bring you to the place I have prepared."  The word for angel in Hebrew  means angel or messenger or ambassador.  It is obvious this  reference is about the Lord Jesus."Pay attention to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/2503804869063216733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/2503804869063216733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-sending-angel-of-lord-ahead-of-you.html' title='I Am Sending the Angel of the Lord Ahead of You'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3148081471874480899</id><published>2008-07-09T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:46:51.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parable of the Cracked Pot</title><summary type='text'>The Cracked Pot:   A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.  At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3148081471874480899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3148081471874480899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/07/parable-of-cracked-pot.html' title='The Parable of the Cracked Pot'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-2133146031424685585</id><published>2008-06-22T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:33:00.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Warriors</title><summary type='text'>The term, "Prayer Warrior", is an often used  but seldom thought about.  "Prayer" &amp; "Warrior" in the same phrase--what is that about? When you picture the "prayer warriors" of the church we often times we think of very old, gray haired ladies draped in  Victorian lace as the ones who pray.  They have time to pray since they have little else to do in life.  That doesn't seem very warlike or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/2133146031424685585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/2133146031424685585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer-warriors.html' title='Prayer Warriors'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-436174791218100409</id><published>2008-06-15T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:15:00.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rear View Mirror</title><summary type='text'>During Men's Group several weeks ago , we were praying for each other. As the group prayed for me, one of the men saw a picture of the side mirror on my car. The mirror, however, was blackened out. You could not see what was behind and it was a "good" picture.A picture is worth a thousand words. In one brief snap shot, the Lord made clear that "yesterday" was not important. He did not want me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/436174791218100409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/436174791218100409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/06/rear-view-mirror.html' title='The Rear View Mirror'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-1775052314225789597</id><published>2008-06-09T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:29:00.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned From My Cats, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Last week I introduced you to one of our cats named Cookie.  Cookie is not the smartest cat in the world nor the bravest.   Cookie gives new meaning to the term, "Fraidy Cat".  She is as fearful as she is dumb and dumb as she is ugly (I am not being mean, just factual!)The Mud Room in our house is a small room with the washer and dryer on one wall and the computer and book cases opposite them.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1775052314225789597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1775052314225789597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-learned-from-my-cats-part-2.html' title='What I Learned From My Cats, Part 2'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-8934467100819197829</id><published>2008-06-03T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:00:08.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned From My Cats</title><summary type='text'>We have a number of cats, but one that is especially dear to me is named "Cookie". She belongs to my daughter and is over 12 years old. Cookie is not the sharpest tool in the tool shed, nor is Cookie pretty. How can I tactfully say that age has only helped not hurt Cookie's looks! She looks like a batch of blonde brownies that went wrong.One day is was raining hard outside. You could see it. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8934467100819197829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8934467100819197829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-learned-from-my-cats.html' title='What I Learned From My Cats'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3106301326253320368</id><published>2008-05-27T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:09:57.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Rails</title><summary type='text'>Hand rails are put up for a purpose.  Safety.  To keep us from falling over the edge of something.  It could be the edge of a stair well or it could be the edge of the Grand Canyon. Yet, there is something in us that does not like hand rails.  We witness this, especially in young boys, who feel restricted by any barriers meant for safety and which also keep them from "fun". God has placed hand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3106301326253320368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3106301326253320368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/05/hand-rails.html' title='Hand Rails'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-1810314492878136453</id><published>2008-05-21T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:05:12.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worm and the Claw</title><summary type='text'>God speaks in various ways.  One of the most fascinating way He speaks to us is through sign and symbol. He speaks to us using sign and symbol because they act as parables--pictures that we seldom forget.Friday, a week ago, the Men's Group asked the Lord for a Word for one of its members.  As we waited on the Lord, one of the men shared an unusual picture he had just been given.  The picture was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1810314492878136453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/1810314492878136453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/05/worm-and-claw.html' title='The Worm and the Claw'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-6225098709032980521</id><published>2008-05-13T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:36:35.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scorpion and the Turtle</title><summary type='text'>There once was a turtle and a scorpion.  They were on a small island in the midst of a river that was on the rise due to spring rains.  They needed to swim to land for safety. As the turtle prepared to get in the water, the scorpion asked if he might ride him on the turtle's back.  The turtle quickly replied, "No."  The scorpion asked, "Why?"The turtle responded that the scorpion would sting him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6225098709032980521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6225098709032980521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/05/scorpion-and-turtle.html' title='The Scorpion and the Turtle'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3283718001219767292</id><published>2008-05-08T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:00:04.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spreading the gospel'/><title type='text'>Witnessing without the Gimmicks-Part 3</title><summary type='text'>I want to conclude this story and the series on Witnessing without the Gimmicks. To read parts one and two clicks on each link for the correct section, Part 1 / Part 2I tell you this because this story does not have a fairy tale ending. It has a real life ending. I shared the Lord with this guy over the following weeks. I watched him wrestle with the concept of Jesus running his ruined life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3283718001219767292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3283718001219767292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/05/witnessing-without-gimmicks-part-3.html' title='Witnessing without the Gimmicks-Part 3'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-8721316995655938269</id><published>2008-05-07T11:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:00:07.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spreading the gospel'/><title type='text'>Witnessing without the Gimmicks-Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Earlier in Part 1, I spoke about a man who had visited me and my story of witnessing to him or "lack of witnessing as most Christians know it". You can read first part of the story in the previous post by clicking on the link, Witnessing without the Gimmicks-Part 1.....This went on for five or six visits. After a while I began looking forward to seeing my new friend. He would stop by for forty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8721316995655938269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8721316995655938269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/05/witnessing-without-gimmicks-part-2.html' title='Witnessing without the Gimmicks-Part 2'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-7252164190909843477</id><published>2008-05-06T11:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:00:07.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witnessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spreading the gospel'/><title type='text'>Witnessing without the Gimmicks-Part 1</title><summary type='text'>I want to share an important aspect to evangelism that is often missed by Christians. I was brought up in an evangelical church and was taught how to share Jesus with those around me. I was given "witnessing" tools to help me do this. One of the tools was called "The Four Spiritual Laws". It came in the form of a small pamphlet that anyone could use to lead non-saved people to Jesus. Somehow, </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.visitgrace.net' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7252164190909843477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7252164190909843477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/05/witnessing-without-gimmicks-part-1.html' title='Witnessing without the Gimmicks-Part 1'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-4693427638322045274</id><published>2008-04-28T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:53:21.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Jesus Doesn't Go Around Us-He Uses Us</title><summary type='text'>Mark 6: 30-44Surprise. Jesus did not feed the 5,000.The disciples did.Jesus gave the food to the disciples.Jesus directed the 5,000 through the 12.This is key learning for us.This is why there were 12 baskets leftover.The Lord wanted each disciple to have a souvenir to take home with them to remember what they had been taught that day.Jesus works through you in His world, not around you.He wants </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4693427638322045274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4693427638322045274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/04/jesus-doesnt-go-around-us-he-uses-us.html' title='Jesus Doesn&apos;t Go Around Us-He Uses Us'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-7445760613526776418</id><published>2008-04-28T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:30:31.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Power Principles of the Kingdom</title><summary type='text'>Jesus put four powerful spiritual principles together when He fed 5,000 + people in Mark 6: 30-44.Jesus took 5 loaves and 2 fish. Surrender. When we surrender anything to God, great power isreleased. The situation is now is Jesus' hands. Jesus gave thanks. Thanksgiving changes the atmosphere. The spiritual atmosphere had been, "Send the people away." "Let the people save themselves." When the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7445760613526776418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7445760613526776418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/04/four-power-principles-of-kingdom.html' title='Four Power Principles of the Kingdom'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-5355817235416141734</id><published>2008-04-28T09:22:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:54:31.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Flunking Discipleship 101-Mark 6:30-44</title><summary type='text'>I find it interesting that the 12 are called Apostles at the beginning of the Feeding of the 5,000 and Disciples at the end? A disciple is one who is learning. A disciple is like an apprentice who one day will have the confidence and skill to be a Master.An apostle, however, is one who has the authority to minister in the Master's name. An apostle is one who has learned and is now ready to use </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='audio/mpeg' href='http://graceanglican.googlegroups.com/web/04272008%20c%20sermon.mp3' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/5355817235416141734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/5355817235416141734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/04/flunking-discipleship-101-mark-630-44.html' title='Flunking Discipleship 101-Mark 6:30-44'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-3740365543207139635</id><published>2008-04-04T15:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:50:03.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Authority In Christ</title><summary type='text'>Recently I found some notes from a class I had taken on Spiritual Warfare and the authority that God has given to His children. The devil can only have power in my life if I acquiesce to him or give him permission.Remember Eve. Remember the temptation of Jesus. The thief came to steal, destroy andto kill. We are behind the strong door of God’s grace. We are safe unless we choose to unlock that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3740365543207139635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/3740365543207139635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-authority-in-christ.html' title='Our Authority In Christ'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-4986133004352789355</id><published>2008-04-03T20:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:20:31.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual warfare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><title type='text'>Strengthening the Offensive Line</title><summary type='text'>Let's say that you are the quarterback for your football team. You have been playing hard for three quarters. Your line is not holding as well as it was, and you are getting tackled more than you like. What do you do?When a quarterback gets tackled behind his line, a wise coach strengthens his offensive line. In the trials that come our way, you are the quarterback. The Lord Jesus is our coach. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4986133004352789355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4986133004352789355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/04/strengthening-offensive-line.html' title='Strengthening the Offensive Line'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-6619990032591214339</id><published>2008-03-20T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:34:37.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stone The Builders Rejected</title><summary type='text'>                  As I read the Passion Narrative this year, the word “stone” kept leaping off the page at me.  It was not a word that I thought much about yet from Palm Sunday to Easter morning, “stone” is used a number of times.· Luke 19:40-Palm Sunday-The Pharisees wanted Jesus to silence the crowds.  Instead, Jesus responded, “If the crowds keep quiet, the stones will cry out!”· Luke 20:17-18</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6619990032591214339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/6619990032591214339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/03/stone-builders-rejected.html' title='The Stone The Builders Rejected'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-4978734967968650614</id><published>2008-03-12T14:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:46:40.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><title type='text'>The Power of "Lack"</title><summary type='text'>James 1:2-3 says, "Count it all joy, my brothers, whenever you face trails of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything."Not lacking anything. How often the Lord uses stress caused by our "lacking" something to untimately bring us to a position where we lack </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.visitgrace.net' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4978734967968650614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/4978734967968650614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/03/power-of-lack.html' title='The Power of &quot;Lack&quot;'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-8978377498647739182</id><published>2008-03-11T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:41:16.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><title type='text'>Power of Joy and Gladness</title><summary type='text'>My history with trial has been both successful and unsuccessful. Successful in that I am here to tell the tale! Unsuccessful in that I have tried to wiggle my way out of every possible one. At the end of a trial, when the Lord miraculously comes through as He always does, I can be found groaning and mumbling under my breath the I NEVER want to go through that again!!! In one breath I am saying, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8978377498647739182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/8978377498647739182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/03/power-of-joy-and-gladness.html' title='Power of Joy and Gladness'/><author><name>Fr. Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14695548820516213832</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964930186338728338.post-7265481609029308014</id><published>2008-03-07T08:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:12:19.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fretting'/><title type='text'>Fret Not--It leads Only to Evil</title><summary type='text'>What kind of word is fret? You don't often hear people talking about "fretting" over circumstances. It is one of those words we think we know its meaning but in reality what does it mean?Fret - 1.to feel or express worry, annoyance, discontent, or the like.Psalm 37:8b says not to fret--it leads only to evil. I bolded "only" because in it is the word "one". When you fret, it leads to one thing--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7265481609029308014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964930186338728338/posts/default/7265481609029308014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graceanglican.blogspot.com/2008/03/fret-not-it-lead-only-to-evil-fret.html' title='Fret Not--It leads Only to Evil'/><author><name>Fr. 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