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Name: Tyler
State: Pennsylvania
Birthday: 4/23/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: God, Jesus, Jeeps, engines, did I mention God?
Expertise: I read the Bible a lot but am no where close to an expert... I can tie my shoes pretty well.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  isayradalot
Member Since:
1/20/2005
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| you know, its been a while since I have been on here. I just got the desire to start posting again while praying last night. It is odd the path I have gone since last posting on here, a lot of things in my life have changed, people have left and new people have come. I look outside at this beautiful day... hot as all crap but still beautiful... in an hour I am heading back to my internship where this weekend I preach in front of the Church for the first time. Daniel 1-3 is my text with a focus on Daniel 3... I have heard many people preach on the fiery furnace before but not many focus on the fact that sometimes... sometimes crap happens, but in it happening God's glory is seen. We see in shadrach, meshach and abendigo (i dont care that i spelled them wrong... i am a bad speller with worse grammar) a mirrored reflection to Christ in the garden of Gethsemane. 'Not My will, but Yours be done' and the three said 'God can save us from this fiery furnace, but if He doesn't we still won't bow down to your God's'.
SLAP! right in the face
Not my will, but Yours be done. Cancer, terrifying, I know many people who have cancer. I think of my grandmother when she was in the hospital, sick, dying, lying there with tubes and wires. It is hard for me to think of, I wasn't there when she passed on to be with our Lord, but my Dad was. I used to ask myself where was God in that experience, where was God in the taking of this beautiful lady when she could have still done more good in the world?
Two weeks ago as I was rummaging through boxes at my Dad's house (he has the coolest stuff in boxes) I found crucifixes and medallions, and rosaries. Upon asking my Dad I come to find out these are my Grandmama's, and that she was passionate about prayer. After talking with him for a few minutes I found out that with her last breaths she was praying... POWERFUL! Think about it, family and doctors gathered around her for her last moments and what does she spend them doing? Not pleading for a few more minutes of life but in glorifying God through verbal prayer. God's grace was shared through this time of loss.
After the three came out of the fiery furnace without so much as a toasted string on their cloth, nor the smell of fire on their garments the King GLORIFIED their God, that is the God of Israel! Because of their punishment and attempted execution knowledge of the living God was spread through out the kingdom. And I tell you now that is what our lives are for. Good and bad, we must look to see how God's glory can be spread. My grandmama on her death bed spent her last minutes giving glory to God even after years of pain and suffering.
Yes, I do believe God can heal and bring glory to His name. But at the same time I believe that sometimes we need to suffer to be put through times of loss such as losing someone close in order that we may give glory to God. When other's see that our strength cannot possibly come from ourself but it comes from one greater than you or me then they know that our strength is that of the living God.
Powerful...
If you want to come hear the sermon this Sunday its at Delaware Valley Christian Church right across from Penn State Delaware County, service starts at 10:30am.
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| Isn't it strange that something so simple can glorify your day, or that from something that should be a kick to the butt turn out to be an amazing opportunity?
Today, in front of the Biblical Studies Department there was two medium size boxes with a sign over top of them that said "Free Books" as I got closer I saw one student rummaging through these books as if nothing in the box was important, picking up a handful and dropping them back down as other students walked by without noticing this great opportunity. As I got closer I could see the joyous treasure bestowed upon the floor in these old boxes, the smell of old books, the sight of loose bindings, and side margin notes was like a magnet to my eyes. These are my professor's personal books. This is an opportunity to study from a work that at one point in time influenced the mighty men who diligently teach us each day, not because they are forced to, but because they are passionate to.
I dropped to the ground, implying quite a lengthy stay at these boxes to find titles that reached out to me, titles that screamed my name and grabbed my eyes. The first handful was book from the late 80s and some from the early 60s it looked like, nothing, titles that didn't relate to my studies as a pastoral ministries major but would have worked if I was youth min. But no, I am mature, I put down the hardies Boys books when I was in Elementary school I needed something with substance.
I slid over to the second box keenly as if I was on a patch of ice and all it took was an effortless push to maneuver myself beside the second box. The box was filled with glory, I felt as though my eyes bestowed upon the Ark of the Covenant, the majesty of the Lord shined in my face, it was a KJV Bible! It was followed by a book for Ministers, filled with Scripture to use on special occasions such as weddings, funerals, and Scripture to study during fasts and in preparation for communion and confession. What a find! And the verses that were written out were quoted from the KJV! What a glorious day! I am not a KJV man myself, I personally am a NASB man, but I do enjoy studying works from that era and the fluent choice words and style ignite my mind pumping and heart flowing, glorious.
The third book I reached for was a devotional, the title was "For the Master's use", it is about me, I am for the Master of Heaven and Earth, use me Father I am here! It took all my strength to hold back from exclaiming at the top of my lungs a heavenly tone of "HALLELEUIA!" I quickly caught myself thinking, "I need to stop hanging out with those crazy baptists, look at what they are doing to me. I am even monologuing praise and worship as if I was listening to the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir." At that moment I refreained from dancing and moved on.
I quickly, with much earnestly and with little hesitation, jumped to my feet and hurried off, I knew the blessings to come from reading such amazing works and putting them to use in ministry. I could feel the Holy Spirit grabbing my mind and heart, filling my veins like a shot of caffeine. My pupils dialated as I pondered the great insight to come. How will it apply, to today, tomorrow, next friday? Will it be used to minister to someone in such a way that I will one day pass these books down to the next generation included fully with my own marginal notes along with the younger years of my professor? What a glorious day!
Alright, haha, I thought that would be fun to write about in narrative style, hope you still read it.
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| I have heard our national anthem probably a hundred thousand times or more in my life time, and still it gives me chills. Still it makes me proud to be an American. God Bless America, you better take your hat off when you hear this song if your around me or I will remove it for you.
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
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| "A house divided upon itself cannot stand" - Abraham Lincoln
What are the two wars that most of the country did not support?
The current war and Vietnam, what was the one problem in vietnam? The politicians pulled us out and set rules upon our military that the enemy did not follow. In order to beat the enemy we must be willing to fight, die, and have them die. But because there are certain ordinances that must be followed by our military it is causing them to be killed because they are restrained. If we want to see a positive outcome of this war then we need to allow them to BE a military not a political tool. Their job is to protect and serve, not get shot in the head first before being able to respond, that is not fair.
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| This weekend... well it sucked. A lot of stuff happened all at once and I went nuts. But through that I saw a prayer answered. I had been praying to God to prove to me that I have changed. As I look inside my heart all I see is a sinner saved by grace but still a sinner. God answered that prayer when I was in my darkest out. Had my first anxiety attack in 3 years from everything building up. But instead of running out and doing something to physically tire myself out which usually ended up in me getting hurt some way or another from doing something stupid I found myself running to God.
I ran (drove) straight to the house of God where I remained for two hours in prayer to God and devotion reading His Holy Word trying to understand why everything had happened. As I look back now in a calmer state I see where I have grown through the love and grace of Jesus Christ. I still have to work on controlling my temper when I am stressed but its baby steps, and that is a huge baby step that I have taken... Praise God
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