<?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-2257955070305149238</id><updated>2011-10-11T06:32:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Timely Word</title><subtitle type='html'>Words. They're all around us, and they are powerful. Words can heal our hearts or rip them out. Inspire or destroy. Create or crush. Through the power of a timely word, I long to build up lives with my writing, to pierce the hearts of the broken and struggling, and infuse hope, grace and love into their soul. "...and how delightful is a timely word!" Proverbs 15:23</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-6649383807563400566</id><published>2011-06-07T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:03:53.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends</title><content type='html'>This is a repost of an old Facebook note. Thinking about it tonight, it still captures my heart, and worth repeating. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ2cUxOXBi4/Te8P8WrkU6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/e1iOtJpMINI/s1600/hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ2cUxOXBi4/Te8P8WrkU6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/e1iOtJpMINI/s1600/hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;My Friends&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;by &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=763769322"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3b5998;"&gt;Sarah Leslie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday, February 2, 2010 at 11:29pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiHeaderSubActions rfloat"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I’m thinking tonight about some deep stuff. Mainly about what kind of difference I have made and will continue to make. I wasted years preoccupied with what others thought of me, and I am so glad I am over that. How painfully I have felt the judgments of others who believe they are better, stronger, richer, more important. I don’t need their stamp of approval upon my life to know I make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren’t the ones that really matter anyway. It’s those who know that life is hard, sometimes even devastating, that I want to have in my life. They are the ones who have the ability to truly love because they have lost, to live because part of them has died, and to care because they have been neglected. I love you just as you are, because I have first been rejected. Judged. Abandoned. Ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no Will Rogers. I do not make friends easily, nor quickly. In fact, I am probably a pretty difficult person to get to know, a mysterious enigma that talks in riddles, tells lame jokes, and hides from those who love me.  But if you are my friend, you can be certain of this, I will remain fiercely loyal to you, a trustworthy confidant of your deepest dreams, a steadfast cheerleader in all your endeavors.  I accept you as you are, no strings, no expectations, no judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you have known me for ages, others mere months, but always remember this, if you get lost, I will look for you; if you fall into the gutter, I will bring you home; if you are stuck in the muddy mire, I will pull you out; if you are locked behind bars, I will visit and write; if you become ill, I will sit at your bedside.  All this is to say, I will not turn my back on you, I am not going anywhere. You, my friends, have made me who I am, and part of you will live forever in me, through every breath I breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have petty little to offer you in return for your friendship, but I offer what I am, such as I am. If I have tagged you, know that you have made a difference in my life. I cherish you. And always remember, I am here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-6649383807563400566?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/6649383807563400566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=6649383807563400566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/6649383807563400566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/6649383807563400566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ2cUxOXBi4/Te8P8WrkU6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/e1iOtJpMINI/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-4394179233434791542</id><published>2011-06-07T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:04:10.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balaam: Prophet for hire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfwIxVy0AVg/Te7LR3xDCtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F54RSgtaGcY/s1600/truth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfwIxVy0AVg/Te7LR3xDCtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F54RSgtaGcY/s1600/truth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;"God is not a man, that He should lie, Nor a son of man, that He should repent; Has He said, and will He not do it? Or has He spoken, and will He not make it good?" (Numbers 23:19)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;At the core of God’s character is Truth. He is the very essence of Truth. As Christ followers, we yearn to develop the character of Christ. But are we willing to do what it takes? Are we genuinely devoted in all areas of life to developing the character of Christ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Numbers 23 contains two of the four prophecies God delivered through the mouth of Balaam. Although God used Balaam to prophesy, he was not a prophet, he was a soothsayer, a diviner, a multiculturalist who was devoted to every god, every religion, tolerant of all. He studied details of local religions, and was willing to work for any god, for any reason. He was pricey, internationally known, and very skillful at cursing people. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Balak, the Moabite King, feared destruction at the hand of the encamping Israelites and spared no expense to crush them with best curser in the known world. He and his people were “sick with dread” they were so afraid. The Hebrew translation tells us they were so terrified they were throwing up. Their fear was visceral; it made their guts wrench. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;This type of fear takes on a life of its own, leading to many desperate choices and reckless actions. If Balak hadn’t panicked, and simply communicated with Moses, he would have discovered there was nothing to fear, for God had told Israel to pass by the Moabites without harming them. Instead he relied on magic and sorcery as national weapons, and hired Balaam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Balaam desired a relationship with God, to be able to bless and curse, to be a real prophet—but he never wanted to obey. In fact, he constantly and consistently refused to do what God told him. In the end, God took over his mouth, and he was helpless to prevent it. Balaam knew enough truth to outwardly appear sincere and faithful, but was not at all willing to yield his life to God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I have walked in both sets of shoes. I have been so caught up in fear and panic, making tragic choices because I didn’t seek God. And I’ve known what the truth was and not lived by it. But when I signed away the right to myself, and yielded to Christ, those shoes fell from my feet. It’s possible to live worry-free, never fearing God’s next move, knowing He is managing my life according to His character, not mine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-4394179233434791542?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/4394179233434791542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=4394179233434791542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/4394179233434791542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/4394179233434791542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2011/06/baalam-prophet-for-hire.html' title='Balaam: Prophet for hire'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfwIxVy0AVg/Te7LR3xDCtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F54RSgtaGcY/s72-c/truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-4700822277923964557</id><published>2011-06-07T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:58:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego-driven self-promotion earns permanent demotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmr0oEaarN0/Te7H4sig3ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H8zD7iEWLEk/s1600/sinkhole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmr0oEaarN0/Te7H4sig3ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H8zD7iEWLEk/s320/sinkhole.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;God despises a self-important, self-promoting attitude.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What begins as pride leads to envy of others, rebellion against leaders, quarrelling among families, and evil conspiracy. Instead, it is wise to humble ourselves, on our face before God in all situations, seeking his plan, and becoming willing to follow it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;As he finished speaking all these words, the ground that was under them split open; and the earth opened its mouth and swallowed them up, and their households, and all the men who belonged to Korah with their possessions. So they and all that belonged to them went down alive to Sheol; and the earth closed over them, and they perished from the midst of the assembly." (Numbers 16:31-33)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Numbers 16 is an old-testament, 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century, action-thriller, containing conspiracy, violent death, and natural disaster. This catastrophic chain of events was induced by the ego of a Levite leader named Korah. Korah grew dissatisfied with his position of serving the Lord in the Tabernacle, and began to envy the leadership positions of Moses and Aaron. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To satisfy his growing ego, Korah, along with fellow leaders Dathan and Abiram, conspired to challenge the leadership team God had put in place. 250 community leaders were also recruited to join the rebellion. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Assembling together before Moses and Aaron, Korah’s stinging words in verse three reveal the depth of his arrogance, “ ‘You have gone far enough, for all the congregation are holy, every one of them, and the LORD is in their midst; so why do you exalt yourselves above the assembly of the LORD?’” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;He thought he was rebuking Moses, but he was actually despising God. He bought the lie that he deserved a different position than God gave him. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;How did God respond to Korah’s rebellion? He opened a sinkhole beneath his feet, sending him, along with his co-conspirators, their families and possessions, “down alive into the grave.” Immediately afterward, the 250 leaders who had joined the revolt perished in a blaze of heavenly fire. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Korah thought of himself as holy, but God considered him wicked. Korah wanted to make the rules and give himself a promotion. He learned (too late) that God makes the rules, and demotes unrepentant leaders. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Throughout this chapter we see Moses fall on his face in humility before God, seeking vindication, validation and wisdom. Because of Moses’ intercession, God extended grace. God allowed 24 hours for Korah and his group to repent. That’s grace. He gave the followers a warning and the choice to separate themselves from the conspirators. That’s grace. We also discover later in Numbers that God spared a strand of descendants of Korah, allowing them to continue serving Him in the Tabernacle. That’s extreme grace. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Moses humbly sought God in every circumstance listed here, and God honored his humility by extending grace. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;God despises a self-important, self-promoting attitude.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What begins as pride leads to envy of others, rebellion against leaders, quarrelling among families, and evil conspiracy. Instead, it is wise to humble ourselves, on our face before God in all situations, seeking his plan, and becoming willing to follow it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-4700822277923964557?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/4700822277923964557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=4700822277923964557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/4700822277923964557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/4700822277923964557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2011/06/ego-driven-self-promotion-earns.html' title='Ego-driven self-promotion earns permanent demotion'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmr0oEaarN0/Te7H4sig3ZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H8zD7iEWLEk/s72-c/sinkhole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-4000572394640266053</id><published>2011-06-07T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:37:45.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Never Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Everyone encounters seasons where we feel forgotten by others. During these moments, what matters is focusing on the promise that God is in control of our circumstances, and knowing and believing that He will place us on the hearts and minds of others according to his timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Read Genesis chapter 40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Even while imprisoned, the Lord showed favor to Joseph, and he was placed in charge of the other captives. And we see in this passage that he was attentive and compassionate toward those cared for, which included King Pharaoh’s own cup-bearer and baker. He noticed their sadness one day and inquired why. Each of them had a separate dream in the night that left them dejected and confused as they struggled to discern the meaning. After first giving credit to God, Joseph told each man the interpretations of their dreams. The baker’s dream foretold of his death, while the cup-bearer’s dream foretold of his release from prison and restoration to office. Joseph asked but one thing of the cup-bearer, that he would remember him when he was once again working in the presence of the King, and help free him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In three days, both dreams came to pass exactly as Joseph foretold. But the cup-bearer made no mention of Joseph to the King, in fact, he forgot him altogether. I can only imagine how Joseph’s heart lost hope a little more each day, as he slowly came to the conclusion that he had been forgotten. He had served the cup-bearer with compassion, even gave of his spiritual gift to interpret dreams, yet was forgotten. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;By this time in Joseph’s life, he had come to know that the only one worthy of trust was God himself. People, sometimes even your own family, will forsake you. It is the result of fallen human beings living in a fallen world. But because of the transcendent nature of God, we still have the possibility of immense hope, even when others fail us. In fact, our hope need not falter at all when our life seems to go up in smoke. When we encounter strife, pain, or even tragic disaster that turns our world upside down, we will feel sadness, grief, and confusion, but if it goes beyond, toward hopelessness and desolation, that’s a sign our hope and trust was placed in the person, and not the God, behind our circumstances. God remembers you, always. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-4000572394640266053?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/4000572394640266053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=4000572394640266053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/4000572394640266053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/4000572394640266053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-never-forgotten.html' title='You are Never Forgotten'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-5325397851569057239</id><published>2010-01-30T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:16:00.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Respect by Deborah Norville, Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/S2Shh9oxBuI/AAAAAAAAADE/aAfeeqJEl6s/s1600-h/the+power+of+respect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432644655368963810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/S2Shh9oxBuI/AAAAAAAAADE/aAfeeqJEl6s/s200/the+power+of+respect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Power of Respect is a common sense approach on the impact of respect in the world. Norville relates her topic to the reader in point blank, everyday language, and applies it to every area of life: home, relationships, school, business, leadership, and self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found this book to be a quick read, yet it made an impact. It took me back to the values I was raised upon, to treat others as I would want to be treated. But more than that, it made me realize that there is an entire segment of the population that wasn't raised with those values, and that this book could be a real growth experience for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really enjoyed the book layout, which includes quotes, lists and "respect reminders" in each chapter. My favorite chapter is the last of the seven: &lt;em&gt;It's on the Inside, The Power of Self-Respect. &lt;/em&gt;I know firsthand the importance of respecting yourself first, only because I lived many years not doing so. The more we learn about who we really are, and learn to accept ourselves, the less others' perceptions of us matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Respect can be cultivated, it can be learned, and it can change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-5325397851569057239?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/5325397851569057239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=5325397851569057239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/5325397851569057239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/5325397851569057239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-respect-by-deborah-norville.html' title='The Power of Respect by Deborah Norville, Book Review'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/S2Shh9oxBuI/AAAAAAAAADE/aAfeeqJEl6s/s72-c/the+power+of+respect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-3631561657088766095</id><published>2010-01-06T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:06:59.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock-n-Load baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/S2SojysXGdI/AAAAAAAAADs/JNsEbJzZ8hs/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/S2SojysXGdI/AAAAAAAAADs/JNsEbJzZ8hs/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So it's been forever since I've blogged, but for some reason, today's the day. I've been thinking this morning about 2010, and what it may hold, and the entire new decade in general. Will I live till 2020? Heck I don't know. But I'm not really obsessed with it either. All I ever really have is today. And I'm not even guaranteed breath long enough to see nightfall really, none of us are. So if I want to spend what could be my last moments making a difference, what does that look like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;As I view the landscape of all the people in my life, they all come to life in vivid Technicolor waves. I see my friends, my family, and those whom I love, or once have loved. I see my enemies, my tormentors, and those whom I just simply can't stand. But then there are those whom I hold dear, and deeply love, and as I look at them, I understand why I am even alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It is for those people that have been overlooked, judged, condemned, labeled worthless good for nothings, screw-ups. For anyone who has ever had their entire life turn its back on them, and felt the sting of rejection and abandonment. You are not just a face, a name, a statistic, an inmate number; you are my very soul and reason why I live. I am just like you. I am you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I have an arsenal of words, meant just for you. Not mere words, but truths that your heart is longing to hear. I know the truth about you, and am not afraid to speak it, yell it, or gently whisper it, into your ears. Truth is never what you think it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If you've ever felt the razor blade on your wrist, the cold steel barrel placed at your temple, the violation of a stomach pump, my words are for you. If you cannot forget the humiliating restraint of the handcuffs, or the view of your world through bars and barbed wire, I know what your heart is longing to hear. If you know the crushing blow of a fist, the sting of the whiskey, the twist of the knife, or the terror of the chase, I have a battery of soothing words just for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pain, humiliation, shame, terror, fear, is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a definition of who you are. You were created for so much more. My words flow for you. I sit at my keyboard, open a vein and bleed for you. If you are reading this, and think your life is great, and that you have no problems, just keep on truckin' my friend. I don't have time for you. But if you are reading this, and you know deep inside that you are not all right, you have just connected with someone who knows, and exists to help you. Just take it. &lt;em&gt;I have the words that you need to hear, that you long to hear. &lt;/em&gt;You will not find the answer in a bottle, in a pill, a joint, a needle, a crime spree, a XXX movie, no matter how hard you look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You will never know condemnation or judgment from me. I accept you, where you are, whatever you have done, no matter what. Your life does not have to feel this way. There is &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;. You matter to me, and I have so much to tell you. And what you hear may just change your life, if you let it. Lock-n-load, baby. My arsenal is ready for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-3631561657088766095?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/3631561657088766095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=3631561657088766095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/3631561657088766095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/3631561657088766095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2010/01/lock-n-load-baby.html' title='Lock-n-Load baby'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/S2SojysXGdI/AAAAAAAAADs/JNsEbJzZ8hs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-2204231388774352174</id><published>2009-09-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:49:20.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Noticer by Andy Andrews, Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/Sr5T-a6uKPI/AAAAAAAAACU/WfsrVH5TId4/s1600-h/The+Noticer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385834536224303346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/Sr5T-a6uKPI/AAAAAAAAACU/WfsrVH5TId4/s200/The+Noticer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written by the best-selling author of The Traveler’s Gift, The Noticer is an amazingly moving tale of the influence of a man named Jones as he floats in and out of the community of Orange Beach Alabama. Mysterious and elusive, Jones seems to encounter residents just as they are privately facing some of life’s most personal challenges, and inevitably, they leave the encounter a different person for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written from an auto-biographical angle, Andrews shares the darkest time of his life with readers, as a hopeless and homeless young man, and how his encounter with a man named Jones changed the course of his life. The author’s story is so well crafted that it left me wondering if it was fiction, or non, but no matter, it is an amazing story of the possibility and potential of each life. Potential that will grow and flourish if watered by the love of another, or dry and wither if ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thread woven throughout the book is that in every situation, there is a new perspective waiting to be had. It certainly left me pondering certain situations in my life that I need to take a harder look at, and also prompted me to notice the lives around me, and ask myself who I can be a “Jones” to today. Thanks to Andy Andrews for spurring me think, and act, and influence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-2204231388774352174?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/2204231388774352174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=2204231388774352174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/2204231388774352174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/2204231388774352174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2009/09/noticer-by-andy-andrews-book-review.html' title='The Noticer by Andy Andrews, Book Review'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/Sr5T-a6uKPI/AAAAAAAAACU/WfsrVH5TId4/s72-c/The+Noticer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-7433191533580325757</id><published>2009-09-24T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:07:51.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Psalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/SruK7qkBLNI/AAAAAAAAACM/HiK53zulvX4/s1600-h/S6300047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385050537093835986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/SruK7qkBLNI/AAAAAAAAACM/HiK53zulvX4/s200/S6300047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, a friend encouraged me to read Psalm 91, really read it, and personalize it as if it was being spoken just to me. I read it in several translations, and then wrote this intimately personal version that has become a huge encouragement to me. It is my hope that it brings encouragement to you as well. May these words speak to your heart today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 91&lt;br /&gt;For Sarah Leslie from her loving Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest child, determine in your heart to always remain in the shelter of my love; forever rest in the shadow of my protection. Boldly declare that I alone am your refuge, your true place of safety, and proclaim your trust in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when you faithfully do these things, I promise I will rescue you from every hidden trap, and shield and protect you from deadly disease. My powerful outstretched arms protect you— under them you're perfectly safe; my arms will fend off all harm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall not be afraid of the terror of the night, nor of the evil plots and slanders of the wicked that fly as arrows by day, nor of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor of the destruction and sudden death that surprise and lay waste at noonday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though others succumb all around you, and drop like flies right and left, no harm will even graze you. You'll stand untouched, watching from a distance as the wicked turn into corpses, and crumble into dust. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this shall come to pass because you have chosen me as your refuge, and purposed in your heart to call the One True High God your very own home. Evil can't get close to you, no harm or plague or pestilence can enter your door. You are perfectly safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ordered my angels to guard you wherever you go. If you stumble, they'll catch you; for it is their job to keep you from falling. You'll walk unharmed among lions and snakes, and kick them from your path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll hold on to me for dear life, I'll get you out of any trouble. Seek and know my mercy, love, and kindness--trust and rely on Me, knowing I will never forsake you, never! I'll give you the best of care if you'll only get to know and trust me. Call me and I'll answer, I’ll be at your side in bad times; I'll rescue you, then honor and celebrate you. I'll reward you with long life, and give you my salvation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-7433191533580325757?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/7433191533580325757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=7433191533580325757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/7433191533580325757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/7433191533580325757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2009/09/personal-psalm.html' title='Personal Psalm'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/SruK7qkBLNI/AAAAAAAAACM/HiK53zulvX4/s72-c/S6300047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-257466579346325691</id><published>2009-01-08T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:49:47.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A porn bailout??!!</title><content type='html'>Today Hustler publisher Larry Flynt and Girls Gone Wild CEO Joe Francis will request that Congress allocate $5 billion for a bailout of the adult entertainment industry.   Their argument is that the state of our nation is so poor that Americans are just too depressed to be sexually active, and their industry has suffered and “It's time for congress to rejuvenate the sexual appetite of America!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize this may be a half-witted attempt to jab congress for the recent bailouts, but COME ON! They go so far as to tell CNN that porn is “cherished” in this country as much as the auto industry. Porn is CHERISHED??!!!  YOU”VE GOT TO BE KIDDING???  RIGHT??  Sadly… no…  I think they are right. We have become a porn nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a radical activist against pornography.  I know the damage it can cause to your soul, and I have the scars and divorce decree to prove it. It shreds relationships, marriages and reputations. Lives are never the same. It doesn’t matter if you are the porn actor, the porn addict or the porn injured spouse (such as myself) it is a life destroyer.   And anytime I encounter anyone who is working to free themselves, I see them as a warrior, a true hero in my eyes, for breaking the chains of porn in their lives. But those brave souls are the exception, many never break free… because they don’t want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking Flynt and Francis on…  It’s my nation too… I have a voice and I’m going to use it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-257466579346325691?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/257466579346325691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=257466579346325691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/257466579346325691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/257466579346325691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2009/01/porn-bailout.html' title='A porn bailout??!!'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-1582492568771525631</id><published>2008-11-30T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:18:23.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parable of the Weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/S2SwEoTDP6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_e9-gLUrHrA/s1600-h/wheat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/S2SwEoTDP6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_e9-gLUrHrA/s320/wheat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been reflecting upon the parable found in Matthew 13 of the weeds. Evil came in while everyone was sleeping and sowed weeds among the good seed, and though the farmer knew it was an act of the enemy, he knew that pulling up the weeds would harm his wheat. So he had to wait until harvest to separate the wheat and the weeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In verses 37-42 Jesus explains the meaning of this story, that the good seeds are the sons of kingdom and the weeds are the sons of evil. The harvesters are angels who will weed out all sin and those who do evil and cast them into the fire allowing the righteous to "shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been times in my life when I have felt surrounded by evil, and been the target of others ill intended deeds. And in the moment it is hard to remember that one day I will be permanently separated from those evildoers for eternity. The pain they caused me will be a pale memory at the edge of my awareness as I walk with the one who saved me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I look towards that day and crave that peace that I know is waiting for me. Until then, I live among the weeds, the briers and the brambles with their sharp thorns tearing my flesh and bruising my soul. But the harvest will soon come. And I will be plucked from this evil earth forever and never again know the pain that my enemies bring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-1582492568771525631?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/1582492568771525631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=1582492568771525631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/1582492568771525631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/1582492568771525631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2008/11/parable-of-weeds.html' title='The Parable of the Weeds'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/S2SwEoTDP6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_e9-gLUrHrA/s72-c/wheat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2257955070305149238.post-47530225955030619</id><published>2008-10-18T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:01:16.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/SPoV-tfiydI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J1tljruyp3g/s1600-h/S6300008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258539682016446930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/SPoV-tfiydI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J1tljruyp3g/s320/S6300008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the premiere post in A Timely Word. Words have had a profound impact upon my life, both good and bad. It is my hope that my words can be used to inspire and heal those who are hurting. I will be writing about different topics that we all face in our lives and share my insight and thoughts with you, hoping that your spirits may be lifted by my words. So may you find this a place of encouragement and hope. There is always hope in this life, because this earth and this life is not all there is. There is much much more waiting for us in eternity. Thanks for joining me in my daily walk towards hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2257955070305149238-47530225955030619?l=regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/feeds/47530225955030619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2257955070305149238&amp;postID=47530225955030619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/47530225955030619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2257955070305149238/posts/default/47530225955030619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regenerationpublishing.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Sarah Leslie Gagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01246585752259444346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBKbJDdmEwA/Te6w4HoSbWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6erf4ufpII/s220/2011-04-11%2B21.44.56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTRG849-ErM/SPoV-tfiydI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J1tljruyp3g/s72-c/S6300008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
