<?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-8733240</id><updated>2012-02-04T11:52:20.058Z</updated><title type='text'>Peace of Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>"THIS IS REAL LOVE. IT IS NOT THAT WE LOVED GOD BUT THAT HE LOVED US AND SENT HIS SON AS A SACRIFICE TO TAKE AWAY OUR SINS."  John's first letter, in the New Testament.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-111564994517630417</id><published>2005-05-09T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-09T14:45:45.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eternal Light&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Eternal Light! Eternal Light!&lt;br /&gt;How pure the soul must be&lt;br /&gt;When, placed within Thy searching sight,&lt;br /&gt;It shrinks not, but with calm delight&lt;br /&gt;Can live, and look on Thee!&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Spirits that surround Thy throne&lt;br /&gt;May bear the burning bliss;&lt;br /&gt;But that is surely theirs alone,&lt;br /&gt;Since they have never, never known&lt;br /&gt;A fallen world like this.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh how shall I, whose native sphere&lt;br /&gt;Is dark, whose mind is dim,&lt;br /&gt;Before the Ineffable appear,&lt;br /&gt;And on my naked spirit bear&lt;br /&gt;That uncreated beam?&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a way for man to rise&lt;br /&gt;To that sublime abode,—&lt;br /&gt;An Offering and a Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;A HOLY SPIRIT’S energies,&lt;br /&gt;An advocate with God:&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These, these prepare us for the sight&lt;br /&gt;Of holiness above;&lt;br /&gt;The sons of ignorance and night&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May dwell in the Eternal Light,&lt;br /&gt;Through the Eternal Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thomas Binney (1798-1874), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Oxford Book of Christian Verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-111564994517630417?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/111564994517630417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=111564994517630417&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111564994517630417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111564994517630417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/05/eternal-light-eternal-light-eternal.html' title=''/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-111504648457892668</id><published>2005-05-02T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:08:04.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful project</title><content type='html'>LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD moves in a mysterious way&lt;br /&gt;His wonders to perform;&lt;br /&gt;He plants His footsteps in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;And rides upon the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in unfathomable mines&lt;br /&gt;Of never-failing skill&lt;br /&gt;He treasures up His bright designs,&lt;br /&gt;And works His sovereign will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds ye so much dread&lt;br /&gt;Are big with mercy, and shall break&lt;br /&gt;In blessings on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,&lt;br /&gt;But trust Him for His grace;&lt;br /&gt;Behind a frowning providence&lt;br /&gt;He hides a smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His purposes will ripen fast,&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding every hour;&lt;br /&gt;The bud may have a bitter taste,&lt;br /&gt;But sweet will be the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind unbelief is sure to err,&lt;br /&gt;And scan His work in vain:&lt;br /&gt;God is His own interpreter,&lt;br /&gt;And He will make it plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Cowper (1731-1800), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Golden Treaury of English Verse&lt;/span&gt;, Macmillan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-111504648457892668?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/111504648457892668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=111504648457892668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111504648457892668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111504648457892668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/05/peaceful-project.html' title='Peaceful project'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-111383433519236725</id><published>2005-04-18T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:47:56.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful project continued (from April 7th).</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Written by John Clare from Northampton County Asylum, where he spent the last 22 years of his life (1842-1864). He was well treated and given much encouragement with his poetry, although at times he was very ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I sleep with thee and wake with thee&lt;br /&gt;And yet thou art not there;&lt;br /&gt;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee&lt;br /&gt;And press the common air.&lt;br /&gt;Thy eyes are gazing upon mine&lt;br /&gt;When thou art out of sight;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are always touching thine&lt;br /&gt;At morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; and night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I think and speak of other things&lt;br /&gt;To keep my mind at rest;&lt;br /&gt;But still to thee my memory clings&lt;br /&gt;Like love in woman’s breast.&lt;br /&gt;I hide it from the world’s wide eye&lt;br /&gt;And think and speak contrary;&lt;br /&gt;But soft the wind comes from the sky&lt;br /&gt;And whispers tales of Mary.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The night wind whispers in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;The moon shines in my face;&lt;br /&gt;A burden still of chilling fear&lt;br /&gt;I find in every place.&lt;br /&gt;The breeze is whispering in the bush&lt;br /&gt;And the dew-fall from the tree,&lt;br /&gt;All sighing on and will not hush&lt;br /&gt;Some pleasant tales of thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Clare, Selected Poems&lt;/span&gt;, Edited by Jonathan Bate,  faber &amp; faber&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No post next week but after that posting as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-111383433519236725?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/111383433519236725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=111383433519236725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111383433519236725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111383433519236725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/04/peaceful-project-continued-from-april.html' title='Peaceful project continued (from April 7th).'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-111323110697723102</id><published>2005-04-11T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:56:11.486Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are two poems by the enigmatic William Blake.&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tyger.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tyger! Tyger! burning bright&lt;br /&gt;In the forests of the night,&lt;br /&gt;What immortal hand or eye&lt;br /&gt;Could frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In what distant deeps or skies&lt;br /&gt;Burnt the fire of thine eyes?&lt;br /&gt;On what wings dare he aspire?&lt;br /&gt;What the hand dare seize the fire?&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And what shoulder, and what art,&lt;br /&gt;Could twist the sinews of thy heart?&lt;br /&gt;And when thy heart began to beat,&lt;br /&gt;What dread hand? and what dread feet?&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What the hammer? what the chain?&lt;br /&gt;In what furnace was thy brain?&lt;br /&gt;What the anvil? what dread grasp&lt;br /&gt;Dare its deadly terrors clasp?&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When the stars threw down their spears,&lt;br /&gt;And water’d heaven with their tears,&lt;br /&gt;Did he smile his work to see?&lt;br /&gt;Did he who made the Lamb make thee?&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tyger! Tyger! burning bright&lt;br /&gt;In the forests of the night,&lt;br /&gt;What immortal hand or eye&lt;br /&gt;Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Sick Rose&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;O ROSE, thou art sick!&lt;br /&gt;The invisible worm&lt;br /&gt;That flies in the night,&lt;br /&gt;In the howling storm,&lt;br /&gt;Has found out thy bed&lt;br /&gt;Of crimson joy:&lt;br /&gt;And his dark secret love&lt;br /&gt;Does thy life destroy.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;William Blake (1757-1827)&lt;br /&gt;Poet, painter, engraver, and mystic, born in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:country-region&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From, &lt;i style=""&gt;The &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Oxford&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Anthology of English Poetry, Volume 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-111323110697723102?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/111323110697723102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=111323110697723102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111323110697723102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111323110697723102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-are-two-poems-by-enigmatic.html' title=''/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-111263042751129297</id><published>2005-04-07T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-06T13:25:53.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful project</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;In a passage about peace of mind, the followers of Jesus are encouraged to think about lovely and excellent things (Philippians 4:6-8). I feel that this refers to all the beauty that we may find. So, over the next few weeks, I am hoping to post a series of  beautiful poems. Here is the first. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LINDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; LEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Within the woodlands flow’ry gladed,&lt;br /&gt;By the oak trees’ mossy moot,&lt;br /&gt;The shining grass blades, timber shaded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now do quiver underfoot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And birds do whistle overhead,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And water’s bubbling in its bed;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there for me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple tree&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do lean down low in Linden Lea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When leaves, that lately were a-springing,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do fade within the copse,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And painted birds do hush their singing,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up upon the timber tops;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brown leaved fruit’s a-turning red,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cloudless sunshine overhead,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With fruit for me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple tree&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do lean down low in Linden Lea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let other folk make money faster,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the air of dark roomed towns;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t dread a peevish master,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though no man may heed my frowns.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be free to go abroad,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or take again my homeward road,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To where, for me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple tree&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do lean down low in Linden Lea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;William Barnes (1801-1886) a writer of poems about rural life in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dorset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was set to music most beautifully by Ralph Vaughan Williams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-111263042751129297?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/111263042751129297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=111263042751129297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111263042751129297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111263042751129297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/04/peaceful-project.html' title='Peaceful project'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-111185690354466398</id><published>2005-03-26T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-26T17:12:56.233Z</updated><title type='text'>An Easter poem for Everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;On Easter Sunday Christians celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ, but here is something beautiful for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Loveliest of trees, the cherry now&lt;br /&gt;Is hung with bloom along the bough,&lt;br /&gt;And stands about the woodland ride&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing white for Eastertide.&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now, of my threescore years and ten,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty will not come again,&lt;br /&gt;And take from seventy springs a score,&lt;br /&gt;It only leaves me fifty more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And since to look at things in bloom&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty springs are little room,&lt;br /&gt;About the woodlands I will go&lt;br /&gt;To see the cherry hung with snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A. E. Housman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Golden Treasury of English Verse&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;published by Macmillan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-111185690354466398?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/111185690354466398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=111185690354466398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111185690354466398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111185690354466398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-poem-for-everyone.html' title='An Easter poem for Everyone.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-111141897512307512</id><published>2005-03-21T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:50:56.880Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  THE GLORY OF THE LORD JESUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What Jesus said about himself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty.” (John 6:35) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” (John &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="12" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“I tell you the truth, everyone who sins is a slave to sin. Now a slave has no permanent place in the family, but a son belongs to it for ever. So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.” (John &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="34" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-36)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.” (John 10:11)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” (John 11:25)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I am the way and the truth and the life. No-one comes to the Father except through me."    (John 14:6)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble, but take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What Jesus did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;His miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;(Eg. Those reported in John’s Gospel.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jesus turned water into wine, see John 2:1-11.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jesus healed the son of a royal official, even though the boy was miles away, see&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;John 4:43-54.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jesus healed a man who had been unable to walk for 38 years, see John 5:1-15.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jesus fed a crowd of five thousand, see John 6:1-15.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jesus walked on the stormy waters of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Galilee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, see John 6:16-21.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jesus gave sight to a man blind from birth, see John 9:1-12. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jesus raised Lazarus who had been dead for four days, see John 11:38-44.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;His death and resurrection.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jesus predicted that “....the Son of Man will be betrayed to the chief priests and the teachers of the law. They will condemn him to death and will turn him over to the Gentiles to be mocked and flogged and crucified. On the third day he will be raised to life.” (Matthew 20:18-19.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What His earliest followers said about Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth....From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.” (John 1:14, 16)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; "&lt;/o:p&gt;In the past God spoke to our fore-fathers through the prophets at many times and in various ways, but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son, whom he appointed heir of all things, and through whom he made the universe. The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven." (Hebrews 1:1-3)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.” (1 Peter 2:24)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"  style="margin-top: 12pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A vision of Jesus reported by the Apostle John….“His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp double-edged sword. His face was like the sun in all its brilliance. When I saw him I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last. I am the Living One; I was dead and behold I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades.”&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Revelation 1:14-18)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do you want to return His love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-111141897512307512?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/111141897512307512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=111141897512307512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111141897512307512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111141897512307512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/03/steps-to-peace-of-mind-glory-of-lord.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  THE GLORY OF THE LORD JESUS.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-111080956244671138</id><published>2005-03-14T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:24:13.856Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  EIGHT.</title><content type='html'>The benefits of being a Christian are many. Jesus said, "I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." And so it is!&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me (and continues to bless me ) so much that I am only able to give an outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;Jesus has forgiven me for the many wrong things I have done. This is the most important thing because without forgiveness my relationship with him could not have been restored and continued. (It is an unpalatable fact that if we do not get into fellowship with Jesus in this life, we shall be separated from God forever in the next.) So intimate is the Christian's fellowship with Jesus that he is "in us" and we are "in Christ". He certainly is my Lord (ie. Master) and I am thankful to have someone in charge of my life who (unlike me) knows what he is doing but just as surely I know him as a loving friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Purpose. &lt;/span&gt;The Apostle Paul wrote,  "For me, to live is Christ and to die is gain." By God s grace, this is just how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Strength.&lt;/span&gt; In 1987 I had an illness that left me weak and almost helpless for everyday life. This turned out to be a great blessing because it made me turn to the Lord empty handed for strength. From that time he has been enabling me to serve him in a way that would be impossible without the power of his love; of course I still have a very long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace of Mind.&lt;/span&gt; A most beautiful gift I have from the Lord is victory over anxiety. It is wonderful when God gives the ability to overcome worry. Since Jesus is the giver of these blessings, and I do not have to struggle for them or earn them, I can feel entirely secure. The result of all these things, I have found, is marvellous joy and peace.&lt;br /&gt;As the Apostle Paul wrote,  "Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave a comment/question/challenge or e-mail me at  svoakes@doctors.org.uk &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-111080956244671138?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/111080956244671138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=111080956244671138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111080956244671138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111080956244671138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/03/steps-to-peace-of-mind-eight.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  EIGHT.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-111020694277112448</id><published>2005-03-07T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:49:02.773Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  SEVEN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thinking about the Christian Good News can sometimes be helped by looking at the words of certain hymns. This one was written by Philipp Bliss (1838-76). He was born in Pennsylvania and became a Christian at the age of twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man of Sorrows! what a name&lt;br /&gt;For the Son of God, Who came&lt;br /&gt;Ruined sinners to reclaim.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! What a Savior!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Bearing shame and scoffing rude,&lt;br /&gt;In my place condemned He stood;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed my pardon with His blood.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! What a Savior!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Guilty, vile, and helpless we;&lt;br /&gt;Spotless Lamb of God was He;&lt;br /&gt;“Full atonement!” can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! What a Savior!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Lifted up was He to die;&lt;br /&gt;“It is finished!” was His cry;&lt;br /&gt;Now in heav’n exalted high.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! What a Savior!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;When He comes, our glorious King,&lt;br /&gt;All His ransomed home to bring,&lt;br /&gt;Then anew His song we’ll sing:&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! What a Savior!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-111020694277112448?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/111020694277112448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=111020694277112448&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111020694277112448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/111020694277112448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/03/steps-to-peace-of-mind-seven.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  SEVEN.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110960307859387418</id><published>2005-02-28T14:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:04:38.600Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  INTERMISSION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How about another break for a lovely poem. This one is by the 19th century &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; poet, Walt Whitman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;When I heard the learn'd astronomer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till rising and gliding out I wandered off by myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked up in perfect silence at the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From &lt;i&gt;Collins Albatross Book of Verse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110960307859387418?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110960307859387418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110960307859387418&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110960307859387418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110960307859387418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/02/steps-to-peace-of-mind-intermission.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  INTERMISSION.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110899913601120193</id><published>2005-02-21T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T15:18:56.023Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  SIX.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But does it work? The answer is definitely "yes". Are lives progressively changed after commiting ourselves whole-heartedly to the Lord Jesus? The answer again is "yes". Sometimes the changes are gradual but sometimes dramatic, like my friend Mick. He was an alcoholic whose liver was becoming cirrhotic. He met a Christian couple on holiday in Spain and as a result became a Christian; he was freed from his alcoholism at once and several years later is still "dry" and is an inspiring Christian.&lt;br /&gt;The account of how Jesus changed me is posted in my archives (December 3rd 2004) but here is the account of my wife Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Carol's Testimony.—&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I started going to church at the age of 11 so I could belong to the Girl Guides and the church youth club. I was confirmed in my early teens but my life never reflected any Christian values and I stopped going to church when I started nursing in 1968.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Stuart and I married in 1972. We had two sons and moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Huddersfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; in 1981 when he was appointed as a consultant psychiatrist at St Luke’s. We thought that we had everything----job security, money, a nice house, but then it all started to go downhill. That same year Stuart developed encephalitis (an infection of the brain) and subsequently developed manic depressive illness. Initially he was off work for 18 months. Over the next 6 years he had a few days off work here and there or was hospitalised. Our relationship and family life began to deteriorate due to his mental state and the long hours he spent at work when "well". He couldn't bear to see others suffering now he knew what it was like to be mentally ill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;In 1987 he became psychotic. I became afraid of him and at times I feared for my life. It was returning home early from a holiday in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; that I considered jumping off the overnight ferry but "something" held me back. It looked as though our marriage was going to end in divorce.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;A few months after our return from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;, Stuart started going to church. He said he'd become a Christian and I thought if it kept him happy and out of my way, all the better—but he began to change. He became kinder and started doing things for me around the house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;In 1988 I went to Stuart's confirmation, led by a born-again Bishop and it was there that I acknowledged my need of a Saviour in my life. It wasn't until a couple of months later that I repented of the sin in my life: my attitude, how hard I'd become—and asked Jesus to sort out my life for me. It was then that I found out that Stuart's house group had been praying for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Those early months of becoming a Christian were especially memorable. I read my Bible, learning from the New Testament how Jesus wanted me to live. I prayed on my own and with others and was healed of past hurts; also our marriage was eventually healed and now we have a happy marriage thanks to Jesus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;To think that Jesus paid the price with his life for me is beyond comprehension at times but it encourages me to trust in him. He gives me peace, he's merciful and goes on forgiving and he answers my prayers (not always the way I expect). He continues to change me although I'm still a long, long way from perfection. But most of all he loves me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The Lord gave me peace through Stuart’s last relapse of his depression. I also had an inner peace after an abnormal mammogram required me to go for needle biopsy—praise the Lord, there were no cancer cells. And I had no worries when Stuart recently had an endoscopy to eliminate cancer of &lt;/span&gt;the oesophagus; all that was found was a minor problem in his stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;We can both say from the heart,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Give thanks to the &lt;/span&gt;LORD &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;for he is good; his love endures forever.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 106.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110899913601120193?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110899913601120193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110899913601120193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110899913601120193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110899913601120193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/02/steps-to-peace-of-mind-six.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  SIX.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110839331019681795</id><published>2005-02-14T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:01:50.203Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  FIVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You will recall that &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. The Lord promises peace of mind to Christians. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. We must rely upon Jesus for all our needs (including peace of mind).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Jesus is to be trusted completely because of who he is: Son of God, glorious Lord, sustainer of the universe, magnificent, awe-inspiring and yet how loving!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Jesus is to be trusted completely because of what he has done: his miracles of healing and forgiveness but, most importantly, his death and resurrection for us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Jesus is to be trusted completely because those who have really put their trust in the Lord have found him to be absolutely reliable. Carol and myself know this is true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. We can put our trust in him by getting to know him, as our Saviour (since we are saved, from eternal separation from God, not by our own effort or worth but just by believing that Jesus has saved us) and as our Lord (a loving master but also a wonderful friend).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. You can start your relationship with Jesus by accepting his offer to come&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through the door&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;into your life as Saviour and Lord; Jesus says,&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me." (Revelation 3:20) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you want to say yes to Jesus, you can use this prayer. Read it through carefully before you pray it. If you cannot say it from the heart, then you should not say it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LORD JESUS, I acknowledge that I have gone my own way. I have sinned in thought, word and deed. I am sorry for my sins. I turn from them in repentance. I believe that you died for me; you took the punishment for my sins when you suffered and died on the cross. You rose from the dead and offer me a place in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thank you for your great love. Now I open the door. Come in Lord Jesus. Come in as my Saviour and cleanse me. Come in as my Lord, and take control of me. And I will serve you as you give me strength, all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you have said this prayer (or would like to but have some problems with it) please contact me directly at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:stuartoakes@talk21.com"&gt;stuartoakes@talk21.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110839331019681795?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110839331019681795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110839331019681795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110839331019681795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110839331019681795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/02/steps-to-peace-of-mind-five.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  FIVE.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110778911394458033</id><published>2005-02-07T15:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T15:27:50.870Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  FOUR.</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So we must put our trust in Jesus for all our needs, including peace of mind. We have seen sound evidence (in Step Three) that he is trustworthy, but how in practice can we come to rely upon him? The answer is that in order to put our faith in him, we must get into a right relationship with him. If we know him, as opposed to just knowing about him, then we can trust him. We must get to know him as he actually is as Saviour and Lord. You will recall that, at the time of Jesus' birth, the angels told the shepherds, "....a Saviour has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord." (Luke 2:11) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;SAVIOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;. Jesus has acted (with the authority and power unique to God) to save us from our sins (wrong thoughts, words and actions) and their eternal consequences. "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son." (John 3:16-18) So we are saved not by our own effort or worth but just by trusting Jesus to save us "....whoever believes in him shall not perish [be separated from God for ever] but have eternal life [with God, where there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain...." Revelation 21:4]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;. Jesus, after saving us, must also be in charge of our lives. There is nothing to fear in this as Jesus is a Lord of unfailing love. His motive in being our Master is to lead us to our place in heaven, blessing us and strengthening us to become more like him as we journey; and this includes the gift of peace, "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid." (John 14:27).&lt;br /&gt;Here is a promise that Jesus has made to any one wanting him to come through the door into their life as Saviour and Lord, "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me." (Revelation 3:20) The reference to eating is a metaphor for close fellowship and friendship. When you invite Jesus in as Saviour and Lord you discover that he is also a wonderful and constant friend!&lt;br /&gt;Think over carefully what you have read in this Step. Then if you want to take Jesus up on this offer, as I did many years ago, I shall tell you how to proceed in the next Step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110778911394458033?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110778911394458033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110778911394458033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110778911394458033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110778911394458033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/02/steps-to-peace-of-mind-four.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  FOUR.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110718145648347438</id><published>2005-01-31T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-31T14:24:16.483Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  INTERMISSION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think that it is a good idea to take a break between steps three and four of this series to look at a beautiful poem which came from the most unlikely of places,  Northampton General Lunatic Asylum (UK) and written sometime during the years 1842-50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A Vision&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I lost the love of heaven above,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I spurned the lust of earth below,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I felt the sweets of fancied love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And hell itself my only foe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost earth’s joys but felt the glow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Of heaven’s flame abound in me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Till loveliness and I did grow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The bard of immortality&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved but woman fell away&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I hid me from her faded fame,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I snatched the sun’s eternal ray&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And wrote till earth was but a name.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every language upon earth,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;On every shore, o’er every sea,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I gave my name immortal birth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And kept my spirit with the free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Clare from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Clare Slected Poems&lt;/span&gt;, edited by Jonathan Bate,  faber and faber,&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 0-571-22371-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/8733240-110718145648347438?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110718145648347438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110718145648347438&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110718145648347438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110718145648347438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/01/steps-to-peace-of-mind-intermission.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  INTERMISSION.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110657860591388172</id><published>2005-01-24T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:07:08.300Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND: THREE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In step two we saw that we must depend on Jesus if we are to receive God's promise of peace and also concluded: JESUS, magnificent, awe-inspiring and yet how loving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The third step is to ask, What does it mean to depend on the Lord Jesus? It simply means to put our trust in him, not only for peace of mind, but for everything we need (which is not the same, of course, as everything we want). We can be certain that Jesus is trustworthy for at least three reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Because of who he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Read again the quotations from the Bible given in Step Two. Jesus, the Son of God, the glorious Lord, the sustainer of the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Because of what he has done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;A. His miracles eg. the seven&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;signs&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in John's Gospel:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus turned water into wine; Jesus healed the son of a royal official, even though the boy was miles away;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jesus healed a man who had been unable to walk for 38 years; Jesus fed a crowd of five thousand; Jesus walked on the stormy waters of lake Galilee; Jesus gave sight to a man blind from birth; Jesus raised Lazarus who had been dead for four days. All these were witnessed and recorded by John, one of Jesus' closest friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;B. Most important of all, His death and resurrection:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"For Christ died for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(1 Peter 3:18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;“For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(1Corinthians 15:3-7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Because those who have really put their trust in the Lord have found him to be completely reliable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"You know with all your heart and soul that not one of all the good promises the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; LORD your God gave you has failed. Every promise has been fulfilled; not one has failed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Joshua 23:14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"O LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;......Your promises have been thoroughly tested, and your servant loves them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 119:140)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who has promised is faithful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(Hebrews 10:23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Millions of people today have experienced the Lord's unfailing love.  Carol (my wife) and I are two of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You may say that trusting wholeheartedly in Jesus is easier said than done. Here I have given reasons why you should trust, the next step will show how in practice it can be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110657860591388172?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110657860591388172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110657860591388172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110657860591388172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110657860591388172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/01/steps-to-peace-of-mind-three.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND: THREE.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110597184515072408</id><published>2005-01-17T14:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T14:24:05.150Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  TWO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The second step is to ask,  On whom do we depend if we are to receive God's promise of peace?  The answer is in Paul's 2nd letter to the Corinthians: "For no matter how many promises God has made, they are 'Yes' in Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Remember who Jesus is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As recorded by his close friend John, Jesus said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the way and the truth and the life. No-one comes to the Father except through me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In a letter to some Jewish Christians (Hebrews 1:3) a follower of Jesus wrote concerning him,"The Son is the radiance of God's glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;The apostle Paul wrote (in his letter to the Pilippians) that Jesus&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"....humbled himself and became obedient to death even death on a cross! Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;After Jesus had returned to heaven, John had a vision of him (Revelation 1:14-17),&lt;span style=""&gt;  "&lt;/span&gt;His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp double-edged sword. His face was like the sun in all its brilliance. When I saw him I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do not be afraid....&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;JESUS, magnificent, awe inspiring and yet how loving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;As before,please read through these verses on several occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110597184515072408?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110597184515072408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110597184515072408&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110597184515072408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110597184515072408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/01/steps-to-peace-of-mind-two.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  TWO.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110536692299710090</id><published>2005-01-10T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T09:39:03.843Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  ONE.  </title><content type='html'>The first step is to ask whether or not God promises a tranquil mind to his people, for what God promises he will certainly deliver. Looking at just a few Bible verses on this topic will show clearly that he does. (All quotations are from the Holy Bible, New International Version.) This peace is a free gift from the Lord but we need to understand it &amp; how to accept it. This will be the purpose of subsequent posts.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;"The LORD gives strength to his people; the LORD blesses his people with peace."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Psalm 29:11.&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you".        &lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 26:3.&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;A prophecy about Jesus:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"And he will be their peace."&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah 5:5. &lt;span style=""&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Jesus said, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." &lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 11:28-30.&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jesus said, "&lt;/span&gt;Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;John 14:27.&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's letter to the Colossians 3:15.&lt;span style=""&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style=""&gt;"Humble yourselves, therefore, Under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you."&lt;br /&gt;The 1st letter of Peter 5:6-7.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May I suggest that you choose a convenient time and read through these verses on several occasions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110536692299710090?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110536692299710090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110536692299710090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110536692299710090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110536692299710090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/01/steps-to-peace-of-mind-one.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND:  ONE.  '/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110475583493911654</id><published>2005-01-03T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-03T12:37:14.940Z</updated><title type='text'>STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND  Introduction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;In 1987 I was suffering such severe anxiety (as a result of my severe depressive illness) that I was admitted to a psychiatric ward and treated with large doses of a major tranquilizer, which I was eventually weaned off. There is much more that I could tell you about this time but, since then, I have found the gift of peace of mind---which not even two subsequent relapses of my illness could shake. I do not deserve this gift, but I have it. My longing is for others to have it too. It's wonderful! I hope to show you , in a series of posts, how  you can find the gift of lasting peace for yourself. I hope to  make the first of these posts in about 7 days and thereafter at weekly intervals. Interested?&lt;br /&gt;Also you can contact me at any time on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:stuartoakes@talk21.com"&gt;stuartoakes@talk21.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110475583493911654?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110475583493911654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110475583493911654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110475583493911654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110475583493911654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/01/steps-to-peace-of-mind-introduction.html' title='STEPS TO PEACE OF MIND  Introduction.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110458322573467507</id><published>2005-01-01T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-01T12:40:25.733Z</updated><title type='text'>TSUNAMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can be said about the unimaginable deathtoll and suffering caused by this "tidal wave" in the Indian Ocean? It certainly cannot be put to the back of our minds.  Persistent action is required, I think. We can all give something and many will pray. Now is not the time to discuss the Christian explanation of suffering (that can be done later). Now is the time for compassion whatever our beliefs. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110458322573467507?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110458322573467507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110458322573467507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110458322573467507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110458322573467507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2005/01/tsunami.html' title='TSUNAMI'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110427155090611023</id><published>2004-12-28T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:05:50.906Z</updated><title type='text'>A cry for peace</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I AM - yet what I am who cares, or knows? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friends forsake me like a memory lost;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am the self-communer of my woes,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;They rise and vanish in oblivions host, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like shadows in love – frenzied stifled throes;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And yet I am, and live like vapours tossed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Into the living sea of waking dreams,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where there is neither sense of life or joys, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the huge shipwreck of my life’s esteems;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And e’en the dearest – that I love the best - &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are strange - nay, they are stranger than the rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I long for scenes where man has never trod,   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For scenes where woman never smiled or wept; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There to abide with my Creator, God,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Untroubling and untroubled where I lie,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The grass below - above the vaulted sky.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J&lt;span style=""&gt;ohn Clare (&lt;/span&gt;1793—1864)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The New Golden Treasury of English Verse&lt;/i&gt;, 1980, Macmillan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110427155090611023?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110427155090611023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110427155090611023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110427155090611023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110427155090611023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/12/cry-for-peace.html' title='A cry for peace'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110391582955398016</id><published>2004-12-24T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-24T19:17:09.553Z</updated><title type='text'>The hope of peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Christmas message is that there is hope for a ruined humanity—hope of pardon, hope of peace with God, hope of glory—because at the Father’s will Jesus Christ became poor, and was born in a stable so that thirty years later He might hang on a cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Professor J. I. Packer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110391582955398016?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110391582955398016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110391582955398016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110391582955398016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110391582955398016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/12/hope-of-peace.html' title='The hope of peace'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110366228120354944</id><published>2004-12-21T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:51:21.203Z</updated><title type='text'>I wish you peace at Christmas and beyond.</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;From the account of Matthew, a tax collector who became one of Jesus' followers and friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly. But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, 'Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;, because he will save his people from their sins.' All this took place to fulfil what the Lord had said through the prophet: 'The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel'— which means, 'God with us.' When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. But he had no union with her until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name Jesus.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;* The name Jesus means “the Lord is salvation”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110366228120354944?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110366228120354944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110366228120354944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110366228120354944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110366228120354944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-wish-you-peace-at-christmas-and.html' title='I wish you peace at Christmas and beyond.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110320565002336686</id><published>2004-12-16T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:59:37.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Arrival of  Prince of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thou who wast rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;beyond all splendour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for love’s sake becamest poor,&lt;br /&gt;thrones for a manger didst surrender&lt;br /&gt;sapphire-paved courts for stable floor.&lt;br /&gt;Thou who wast rich beyond all splendour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;all for love’s sake hecamest poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thou who art God beyond all praising, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;all for love’s sake becamest man; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;stooping so low, but sinners raising &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;heavenwards by Thine eternal plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thou who art God beyond all praising, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;all for love’s sake becamest man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou who art love beyond all telling,&lt;br /&gt;Saviour and King, we worship Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Immanuel, within us dwelling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;make us what Thou wouldst have us be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thou who art love beyond all telling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Saviour and King, we worship Thee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;Frank Houghton (1894-1972)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; Praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;, Marshall Pickering, 1990.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110320565002336686?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110320565002336686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110320565002336686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110320565002336686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110320565002336686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/12/arrival-of-prince-of-peace.html' title='Arrival of  Prince of Peace'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110296474435522420</id><published>2004-12-13T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:05:44.356Z</updated><title type='text'>A trustworthy promise of peace </title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Spoken by Jesus of Nazareth on the day before his execution (which he had predicted) to his friends and followers, including John who afterwards wrote it down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have this gift of peace. Do you want it too?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110296474435522420?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110296474435522420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110296474435522420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110296474435522420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110296474435522420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/12/trustworthy-promise-of-peace.html' title='A trustworthy promise of peace '/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110245424271195991</id><published>2004-12-07T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:17:22.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Indifference, an enemy of peace.</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;When Jesus came to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Golgotha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt; they hanged him on a tree,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;They drove great nails through hands and feet, and made a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Calvary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;They crowned him with a crown of thorns, red were his wounds and deep,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;For those were crude and cruel days, the human flesh was cheap.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus came to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Birmingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;, they simply passed him by,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;They never hurt a hair of him, they only let him die;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;For men had grown more tender, and they would not give him pain,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;They only passed on down the street, and left him in the rain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Jesus cried, ‘Forgive them, for they know not what they do,’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;And still it rained the winter rain that drenched him through and through;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;The crowds went home and left the streets without a soul to see,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And Jesus crouched against a wall and cried for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Calvary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G. A. Studdert Kennedy, British chaplain in First World War.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;From The&lt;i style=""&gt; Lion Book of Christian Poetry&lt;/i&gt;, ISBN 0 86760 332 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110245424271195991?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110245424271195991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110245424271195991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110245424271195991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110245424271195991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/12/indifference-enemy-of-peace.html' title='Indifference, an enemy of peace.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110200517485227594</id><published>2004-12-03T01:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-05T15:05:37.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Personal path to peace</title><content type='html'>    &lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;The start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;In 1965 I started going to Christian meetings at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Leeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; because I was desperately lonely. At a mission meeting I heard the full Christian good news for the first time and I responded to it with this prayer,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Lord Jesus Christ, I acknowledge that I have gone my own way.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sinned in thought, word and deed. I am sorry for my sins.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I turn from them in repentance.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you died for me, bearing my sins in your own body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thank you for your great love. &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I open the door. Come in Lord Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in as my Saviour and cleanse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Come in as my Lord, and take control of me.&lt;br /&gt;And I will serve you as you give me strength, all my life. Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;From that day my life changed— my loneliness started to disappear, I found a new purpose to life and I became less selfish. All was well for four years and then I started to go wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;My Falling Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;I met a young music student (a Christian) and became very fond of her. After a while I started to neglect my Christian work in order to spend more time with her. The real point is that I knew that this was the wrong thing to do but I did it all the same. Eventually we split up in distressing circumstances. I left university in 1970 and got a job in a hospital in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Derby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; (as a junior doctor) and by now my Christian life was virtually extinct; within a few months it was completely dead. I moved to a hospital in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Nottingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; and my career was going very well. There I met my future wife, a staff nurse. She had no interest in Christianity and by this time neither did I. The years passed, we married, had two children and bought a small but comfortable home. My job went very well and I obtained the first consultant post that I applied for. So we arrived in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Huddersfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; in 1981.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Continuing Stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Not long after moving to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Huddersfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; things started to go seriously wrong. I caught a viral infection of the brain (encephalitis) which partially paralysed my legs. When I had recovered from the physical effects of this, I began to have symptoms which soon developed into severe depressive illness. For eighteen months I was off work. As an in-patient and out-patient I received various treatments without benefit. I improved with time and returned to work. Back in my job things went really well again. But my attitude to Christianity was worse. On one occasion I unkindly mocked a Christian woman for her beliefs and, even worse, I was quite pleased with my cleverness. Unbeknown to me at the time, this lady went away, paired up with another Christian, and started regular prayers for my salvation! After a couple of years of reasonable health my illness started to return. A serious car crash (which was my fault) landed me in the plastic surgery unit in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Bradford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;. The thing which I never let myself think about was brought home to me— that one day (and it could be any day) I would die. But still I mulishly refused to turn to God. Matters then took an alarming turn. I had already become quite cruel when speaking to my wife but now I became physically violent. Eventually I was taken to hospital on a compulsory order and with a police escort. In 1987 there was a further admission because of intolerable anxiety. In the Consultant’s room, prior to going to the ward, something amazing happened—&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Everlasting Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;As I sat in that room, with the psychiatrist and my wife, I saw something quite vividly “in my mind’s eye”; nothing could have been more real to me. I was standing at a junction with two roads leading off like the arms of a letter Y. A short way down the left road there was a sheer drop down into a chasm; it was filled with blackness and I knew that if I went there I would be falling for ever. I was terrified. Then I looked along the road to my right and I saw Jesus standing there, a short distance away. I said to him, “Lord Jesus, I’ve had enough! Please take over.” From that moment my life started to change. My wife noticed the difference in me and six months later she became a Christian. Now, seventeen years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;on, we have a very happy marriage and Jesus has altered me greatly; he is continuing to transform me which is just as well because I still need a lot of changing! Even though for years I had rebelled against him, the Lord Jesus still loved me and longed to take me back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Loved with an everlasting love”, as an old hymn puts it. So what has Jesus been doing for me in recent years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of Jesus’ wonderful love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;God has blessed me (and continues to bless me) so much that I am only able to give an outline in writing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;: Jesus has forgiven me for the many wrong things I have done. This is the most important thing because without forgiveness my relationship with him could not have been restored and continued. He certainly is my Lord (ie. Master) and I am thankful to have someone in charge of my life who (unlike me) knows what he is doing but just as surely I know him as a loving friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;: The Apostle Paul wrote, “For me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.” By God’s grace, this is just how I feel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;: By 1987 my illness had left me weak and almost helpless for everyday life. This turned out to be a great blessing because it made me turn to the Lord empty handed for strength. From that time he has been enabling me to serve him in a way that would be impossible without the power of his love; of course I still have a very long way to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;: A most beautiful gift I have from the Lord is victory over anxiety. It is wonderful when God gives the ability to overcome worry. Since Jesus is the giver of these blessings, and I do not have to struggle for them or earn them, I can feel entirely secure. The result of all these things, I have found, is marvellous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; joy and peace. As the Apostle Paul wrote, “Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110200517485227594?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/feeds/110200517485227594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110200517485227594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110200517485227594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110200517485227594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/12/personal-path-to-peace.html' title='Personal path to peace'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733240.post-110140981218815331</id><published>2004-11-26T03:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:44:25.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful poem</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I am sad and grey the dawn, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think of you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When trouble comes and fierce the storm, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think of you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And when dark night brings no relief &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;from the turmoil of dark day, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know a way to ease my mind, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think of you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think of you, my Lord, and always see &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have your love, no devil can harm me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And since, now and forever, you will stay, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The dawn is bright, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The storm has passed away.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contributed anonymously to a church magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110140981218815331?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110140981218815331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110140981218815331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/11/peaceful-poem.html' title='Peaceful poem'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-110096612256796201</id><published>2004-11-21T00:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:47:11.916Z</updated><title type='text'>NO FEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jeremiah ben Hilkiah (writing between 627-586 BC).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-110096612256796201?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110096612256796201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110096612256796201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-fear.html' title='NO FEAR'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-110071855380602258</id><published>2004-11-18T03:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:42:50.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Heavy to light</title><content type='html'> &lt;p style="text-align: left; text-indent: 18pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then Jesus said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle, and you will find rest for your souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;For my yoke fits perfectly, and the burden I give you is light.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110071855380602258#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: super;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div id="ftn1"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=110071855380602258#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: super;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="__spanCitationData"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Holy Bible : New Living Translation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8733240-110071855380602258?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110071855380602258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110071855380602258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/11/heavy-to-light.html' title='Heavy to light'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-110036949447987211</id><published>2004-11-14T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:42:09.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Words of Jesus of Nazareth recorded by his friend Matthew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8733240-110036949447987211?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110036949447987211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/110036949447987211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/11/who-of-you-by-worrying-can-add-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-109993294677190439</id><published>2004-11-10T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:40:24.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Now as then</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-US"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-US"&gt; gives his people strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-US"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" lang="EN-US"&gt; blesses them with peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=109993294677190439#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ftn1"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=8733240&amp;postID=109993294677190439#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: super;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="__spanCitationData"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;David king of Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8733240-109993294677190439?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109993294677190439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109993294677190439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/11/now-as-then.html' title='Now as then'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-109950083369058570</id><published>2004-11-03T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:41:15.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Without and within</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If God be our God, He will give us peace in trouble. When there is a storm without, He will make peace within. The world can create trouble in peace, but God can create peace in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thomas Watson (1620-1683)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-109950083369058570?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109950083369058570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109950083369058570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/11/without-and-within.html' title='Without and within'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-109914919682456021</id><published>2004-10-30T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:41:06.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Perfect promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;whose thoughts are fixed on you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Written by Isaiah son of Amoz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A terrific promise but who is he talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-109914919682456021?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109914919682456021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109914919682456021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/10/perfect-promise.html' title='Perfect promise'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-109897441713653359</id><published>2004-10-28T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:24:26.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Boris &amp; Herbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I had won Wimbledon twice before, once as the youngest player. I was rich. I had all the material possessions I needed.… It’s the old song of movie stars and pop stars who commit suicide. They have everything, and yet they are so unhappy. I had no inner peace. I was a puppet on a string.—Boris Becker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here I am at sixty-five, still seeking for peace.—H. G. Wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Both from: Nelson's complete book of stories, illustrations, and quotes (electronic ed.) . Thomas Nelson Publishers: Nashville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-109897441713653359?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109897441713653359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109897441713653359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/10/boris-herbert.html' title='Boris &amp; Herbert'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-109889988703515071</id><published>2004-10-28T02:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:25:41.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Peter's peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A letter from Peter about 65 AD.&lt;br /&gt;But who is it that cares for me?&lt;br /&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/8733240-109889988703515071?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109889988703515071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109889988703515071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/10/peters-peace_27.html' title='Peter&apos;s peace'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-109886941994268333</id><published>2004-10-27T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:26:23.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Peace in a Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"And he will be their peace."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  Micah, writing 750-700 BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  Who is he writing about? &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/8733240-109886941994268333?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109886941994268333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109886941994268333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/10/peace-in-person.html' title='Peace in a Person'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-109871424304263790</id><published>2004-10-25T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:27:59.040Z</updated><title type='text'>From stressed to blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;In 1987 I was suffering such severe anxiety (as a result of my severe depressive illness) that I was admitted to a psychiatric ward and treated with large doses of a major tranquilizer, which I was eventually weaned off. There is much more that I could tell you about this time, but, since then, I have found the gift of peace of mind---which not even a relapse of my illness 2 years ago could shake. I do not deserve this gift, but I have it. My longing is for others to have it too. It's wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-109871424304263790?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109871424304263790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109871424304263790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-stressed-to-blessed.html' title='From stressed to blessed'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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-8733240.post-109853747799658142</id><published>2004-10-24T02:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:28:33.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Not just pieces of peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Do you have peace of mind?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to have lasting peace of mind?&lt;br /&gt;My answer is YES.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8733240-109853747799658142?l=stuartvictor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109853747799658142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733240/posts/default/109853747799658142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuartvictor.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-just-pieces-of-peace.html' title='Not just pieces of peace'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10278834689435032473</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></feed>
