<?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-12932921</id><updated>2011-05-04T11:17:43.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4353</title><subtitle type='html'>documentation of a worshiper's mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-115775206717128660</id><published>2006-09-08T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:52:23.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted this while on an amazing spiritual retreat last year.  After spending time under the stars, I had a thought:  We are so attracted to the night sky.  We think it is beautiful and it makes us silent in awe.  Maybe that's because when we look up at the stars we are really starring into the face of God.  Maybe the awe we feel is his presence.  Maybe that's what God looks like.  This painting is a reflection of what I felt that night and my interpretation of the beauty I was in awe of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-115775206717128660?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/115775206717128660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=115775206717128660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/115775206717128660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/115775206717128660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2006/09/face-of-god.html' title='Face of God'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-114879789860849246</id><published>2006-05-27T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:49:38.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another story Jesus told: "The Kingdom of Heaven is like a farmer who planted good seed in his field. But that night as everyone slept, his enemy came and planted weeds among the wheat. When the crop began to grow and produce grain, the weeds also grew. The farmer's servants came and told him, `Sir, the field where you planted that good seed is full of weeds!'&lt;br /&gt;   " `An enemy has done it!' the farmer exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;   " `Shall we pull out the weeds?' they asked.&lt;br /&gt;   "He replied, `No, you'll hurt the wheat if you do. Let both grow together until the harvest. Then I will tell the harvesters to sort out the weeds and burn them and to put the wheat in the barn.' "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-114879789860849246?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/114879789860849246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=114879789860849246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/114879789860849246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/114879789860849246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2006/05/weed.html' title='weed'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-114586440719598533</id><published>2006-04-24T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:40:07.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0290.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0290.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0291.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0291.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a painting that I did for my friend's birthday this month. I included the descriptions to explain what each part stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens tell of the glory of God. The skies display his marvelous craftsmanship. Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make him known. They speak without a sound or a word; their voice is silent in the skies; yet their message has gone out to all the earth, and their words to all the world. (Psalm 19:1-4) The LORD merely spoke, and the heavens were created. He breathed the word, and all the stars were born. (Psalm 33:6) Sing to the one who rides across the ancient heavens, his mighty voice thundering from the sky. (Psalm 68:33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens represent God.&lt;br /&gt;God’s face is in the stars.&lt;br /&gt;He is without limit—infinite.&lt;br /&gt;He sees all and is over all things.&lt;br /&gt;He is big and awe inspiring like the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;He is mysterious, we can’t explain him,&lt;br /&gt;and we don’t really have a clue of who he is, or how he works.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is stand in silent awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light shines through the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it God sent John the Baptist to tell everyone about the light so that everyone might believe because of his testimony. (John1:5-6) For God, who said, “Let there be light in the darkness,” has made us understand that this light is the brightness of the glory of God that is seen in the face of Jesus Christ. (2 Corinthians 4:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun represents Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;The sun (Jesus) is part of the heavens (God).&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the light of the world spiritually speaking,&lt;br /&gt;the sun is the light of the world physically speaking&lt;br /&gt;Luke 23:44-45 says that when Jesus died,&lt;br /&gt;“darkness fell across the whole land. The light from the sun was gone.”&lt;br /&gt;Plants grow towards the sunlight, just like we should grow towards the Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SPIRIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm in the skies above them, and it filled the house where they were meeting. . .And everyone present was filled with the Holy Spirit. (Acts 2:2-4) Just as you can hear the wind but can’t tell where it comes from or where it is going, so you can’t explain how people are born of the Spirit. (John 3:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind represents the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the Holy Spirit but you can’t tell where He comes from or where he is going.&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit, like the wind, can be quiet and gentle or loud and pressing.&lt;br /&gt;He can come on suddenly and leave just as fast.&lt;br /&gt;He is always present and always at work.&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit (the wind) is also a part of God (the heavens) just like Jesus (the sun).&lt;br /&gt;I was taught in elementary school that the sun creates the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Son is in submission to the Father and the Holy Spirit is in submission to the Son. . .&lt;br /&gt;The sun submits to the heavens and the wind submits to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;The wind can reach everything and everyone, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farmer went out to plant some seed. As he scattered it across his field, some seed fell on a footpath, and the birds came and ate it. Other seed fell on shallow soil with underlying rock. The plant sprang up quickly, but it soon wilted beneath the hot sun and died because the roots had no nourishment in the shallow soil. Other seed fell among thorns that shot up and choked out the tender blades so that it produced no grain. Still other seed fell on fertile soil and produced a crop that was thirty, sixty, and even a hundred times as much as had been planted. (Mark 4:3-8) Let your roots grow down into him and draw up nourishment from him, so you will grow in faith, strong and vigorous in the truth you were taught. (Colossians 2:7) Blessed are those who trust in the LORD and have made the LORD their hope and confidence. They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. Their leaves stay green, and they go right on producing delicious fruit. (Jeremiah 17:7-8) The truth is, a kernel of wheat must be planted in the soil. Unless it dies it will be alone—a single seed. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives. (John 12:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seed must die before it can grow into a plant.&lt;br /&gt;To thrive as a growing seedling, we must be planted in love—&lt;br /&gt;the love from God, the love for God, the love from others, and the love for others&lt;br /&gt;Love from God = faith and confidence in who God is, what he can do, and who we are&lt;br /&gt;Love for God = worship&lt;br /&gt;Love from others = friendship/fellowship&lt;br /&gt;Love for others = serving&lt;br /&gt;We must live our lives to love God and love others—&lt;br /&gt;this is how we die to ourselves and become part of the soil to nourish others&lt;br /&gt;(just like parts of a plant may die, decompose, and become part of the soil).&lt;br /&gt;But we must also live our lives knowing that we are loved by God and by others—&lt;br /&gt;this is our nourishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Lamb who stands in front of the throne will be their Shepherd. He will lead them to the springs of life-giving water. (Revelation 7:17) Jesus replied, “If you only knew the gift God has for you and who I am, you would ask me, and I would give you living water. (John 4:10) If you are thirsty come to me! If you believe in me, come and drink! For the Scriptures declare that rivers of living water will flow out from within. (John 7:37-38) The LORD will guide you continually, watering your life when you are dry and keeping you healthy, too. You will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring. (Isaiah 58:11) My purpose is to give life in all its fullness (John 10:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water = blessings = life&lt;br /&gt;The only way to live life to the fullest is to have your roots deep in the living water.&lt;br /&gt;When we feel like we are not growing we say that we are dry&lt;br /&gt;To grow, we have to stay in the sun, in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;in nourishing soil, with strong deep roots in the water source.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to give us life in all its fullness. This is how it’s done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-114586440719598533?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/114586440719598533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=114586440719598533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/114586440719598533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/114586440719598533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2006/04/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-114425818185510177</id><published>2006-04-05T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:43:12.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentine's Party February 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom making cookies in my kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends making cards&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a few minutes and write down what qualities you think make you lovable and what qualities you think make you unlovable.  When you are finishedfold the paper in half and stick it to the cross with your gray dot and gold star.  IT DOESN'T MATTER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-114425818185510177?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/114425818185510177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=114425818185510177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/114425818185510177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/114425818185510177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2006/04/valentines-party.html' title='Valentine&apos;s party'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-113658997002085136</id><published>2006-01-06T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:49:39.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Station: The Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE VISION&lt;br /&gt;December 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Habakkuk 2:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.24-7prayer.com/cm/resources/28?sid=f0c58a6edb24e1be428ea57b34221a88"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read "The Vision" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images from the "Vision" portion of the book: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/097292762X/qid=1136594176/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-4027861-2748761?n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;The Vision and the Vow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;by Pete Greig &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I downloaded the &lt;a href="http://www.24-7prayer.com/cm/resources/27"&gt;mp3 of Pete Greig reading the Vision&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I played the loop each time someone entered the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peonyjean.blogspot.com"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://kristieallen.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://childinfaith.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://childinfaith.blogspot.com"&gt;Crissi&lt;/a&gt;, Brian &amp; Kristie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/640/IMG_0039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-113658997002085136?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/113658997002085136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=113658997002085136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113658997002085136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113658997002085136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2006/01/meditation-station-vision.html' title='Meditation Station: The Vision'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-113442081060327450</id><published>2005-12-12T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T13:04:25.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation: THE VISION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/the%20vision.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/the%20vision.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come pray, meditate, hang out, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&amp;amp; catch the vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Worship night at my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;December 30, 7-11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Everyone is welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Bring friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-113442081060327450?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/113442081060327450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=113442081060327450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113442081060327450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113442081060327450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/12/invitation-vision.html' title='Invitation: THE VISION'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-113441911050356447</id><published>2005-12-12T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:00:05.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Station: Thank You Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you dinner&lt;br /&gt;November 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;To thank my friends who have&lt;br /&gt;attended my worship nights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throughout the year and have been such &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take pictures while everyone was there, but this is what it looked like beforehand. I cleared out my living room and transformed it to a dining room. Ten people attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/PB190032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/PB190032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/PB190033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/PB190033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-113441911050356447?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/113441911050356447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=113441911050356447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113441911050356447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113441911050356447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/12/meditation-station-thank-you-dinner.html' title='Meditation Station: Thank You Dinner'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-113156967271800783</id><published>2005-11-09T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:54:32.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU DINNER REVISION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has been changed.&lt;br /&gt;We will eat at 5pm and then&lt;br /&gt;go to the worship night at&lt;br /&gt;Hope Chapel at 7pm.&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/12932921-113156967271800783?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/113156967271800783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=113156967271800783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113156967271800783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113156967271800783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-change.html' title='Time Change'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-113100521590038944</id><published>2005-11-03T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:55:48.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation: THANK YOU DINNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/eat%20it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/eat%20it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME AND GET IT!&lt;br /&gt;You are cordially invited&lt;br /&gt;To dinner at my house!&lt;br /&gt;A "thank you" from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;Y'all are invited. Bring a friend!&lt;br /&gt;Friday, November 18th, 5pm&lt;br /&gt;Please RSVP by Sunday, November 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-113100521590038944?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/113100521590038944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=113100521590038944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113100521590038944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113100521590038944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/11/invitation-thank-you-dinner_03.html' title='Invitation: THANK YOU DINNER'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-113100512852136961</id><published>2005-11-03T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:19:11.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Station: All Saints Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Saints Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Remembering the Martyred and the Persecuted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, October 28th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some information about the significance of saints from a Catholic perspective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are artist renderings of some of the saints and the stories that made these people stand out from the rest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I set up the "back room" like a hide out. It was dark and cold and the only light was from a flashlight and a candle. This is similar to how many persectuted Christians in other countries have to hide out to read the Bible and pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, I do not want freedom and access to take away my passion. I want my relationship with you to be more than a desire. I want it to be something I can't live without. You are worth everything I have, even my life. Make me like Jesus."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/P1010273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/P1010273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone took a Bible and wrote a message to the person that would be receiving it. The Bibles were sent to the Bible League to distribute around the world to Christians begging for God's word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/PB070030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/PB070030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/640/PB070031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/228/2897/320/PB070031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Afterwards, we sat around and read out of  the book "Jesus Freaks".  The book tells stories of people that have been persecuted and/or killed for following Christ.  We discussed how blessed we are to live in this country and to have the freedoms we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-113100512852136961?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/113100512852136961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=113100512852136961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113100512852136961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/113100512852136961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/11/meditation-station-all-saints-day.html' title='Meditation Station: All Saints Day'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-112996961431690082</id><published>2005-10-22T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:29:33.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation: ALL SAINTS DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All Saints Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remembering the Martyred and the Persecuted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/2897/640/a21-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/2897/320/a21-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, October 28th, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Gina's House&lt;br /&gt;Drop in between 7pm and 10pm&lt;br /&gt;Bring a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-112996961431690082?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/112996961431690082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=112996961431690082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112996961431690082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112996961431690082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/10/invitation-all-saints-day.html' title='Invitation: ALL SAINTS DAY'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-112974897871430056</id><published>2005-10-19T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:20:06.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloves Put to Use</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/2897/640/009_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/228/2897/320/009_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the gloves left over from pick-up-the-trash day to Louisiana. All 15 pair were put to very good use. To read about my trip and see pictures, visit &lt;a href="http://myreasonableservice.blogspot.com"&gt;Not Only Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-112974897871430056?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/112974897871430056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=112974897871430056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112974897871430056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112974897871430056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/10/gloves-put-to-use.html' title='Gloves Put to Use'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-112724476692693058</id><published>2005-09-20T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:39:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Station: Community Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRASH PICK-UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to the people who said they were going to show up and actually did! The pick up went much faster than I had anticipated and we had fun talking and hanging out as we did it. Also, thanks to the few who came later to hang out and watch the Goonies! Great job people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-112724476692693058?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/112724476692693058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=112724476692693058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112724476692693058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112724476692693058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/09/meditation-station-community-service.html' title='Meditation Station: Community Service'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-112612205768048319</id><published>2005-09-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:46:24.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation: COMMUNITY SERVICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This month's worship time will be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;community service activity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/250px-Tv_sesame_street_oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/250px-Tv_sesame_street_oscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a field within walking distance of my house that belongs to the Knox Presbyterian Church and it is covered in trash. The field is at the corner of Stony Point Rd. and West 3rd, facing Carls Jr. I've been in contact with the pastor of that church and have permission to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;pick up trash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday, September 16th between 5pm and 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'll have the trash bags and gloves for everyone. I need to know who will be coming so I can give the pastor a list of names and addresses for insurance liability reasons. So, if you can come and help, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me know NO LATER THAT TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13TH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You are welcome to stop by anytime between 5 and 7pm to help, but if you step foot on the field, the insurance company needs to have your name. So, even if you're not sure, but you might be there, I need to know. Anyone and everyone is invited, pass the word. My house will be open for hanging out and munchies afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE CHURCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-112612205768048319?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/112612205768048319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=112612205768048319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112612205768048319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112612205768048319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/09/invitation-community-service_07.html' title='Invitation: COMMUNITY SERVICE'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-112612179066922030</id><published>2005-09-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:23:05.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Station: Community (Untitled)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Community"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The green writing describes what community is.&lt;br /&gt;The orange writing describes what community is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The set-up in the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The instructions for the station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you most fear about loving others and&lt;br /&gt;letting them love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confess your excuses. Confess that you have let your fears hold you back from community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURRENDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving others is only half of it. Letting others love you is also a huge part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open the box (signifying your willingness to open your life to others)&lt;br /&gt;2. Take the key, unlock the chains and remove them from the heart (signifying your willingness to be vulnerable and let others love you and have access to your heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, raise the chains up and tell God that you surrender your fears to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKGIVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Jesus for wiping away all of your selfishness and thank Him because “He has brought you into the very presence of God, and you are holy and blameless as you stand before him without a single fault.”&lt;br /&gt;Col 1:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eccl 4:12&lt;br /&gt;A person standing alone can be attacked&lt;br /&gt;and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer.&lt;br /&gt;Three are even better, for a&lt;br /&gt;triple-braided cord is not easily broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The living room coffee table set-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Writing thank you notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of someone you are thankful for but to whom you have never expressed your appreciation. Write that person a thank you card telling them how much you appreciate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cord of 3 strands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P1010284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P1010284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-112612179066922030?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/112612179066922030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=112612179066922030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112612179066922030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112612179066922030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/09/meditation-station-community-untitled.html' title='Meditation Station: Community (Untitled)'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-112494414416439286</id><published>2005-08-24T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:29:04.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation: UNTITLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The next worship/meditation/prayer&lt;br /&gt;night at my house will be this&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 26th.&lt;br /&gt;Drop in/hang out times are&lt;br /&gt;between 7:30pm and 9:30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God hasn't been so kind as to let me know&lt;br /&gt;what this one will be about yet,&lt;br /&gt;so I don't have a theme for all of you right now.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this one will be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I really really really hope to see you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have no idea what all of this is. . .I've been hosting these worship nights (as I call them) at my house once a month since January. I really want to share more ways to worship besides sitting in a circle and singing with someone playing guitar. No offense, I love this too, but I just want more. So I set aside a "sacred space" in my spare room. I decorate it and set up props as necessary for the theme. Each person enters the room by themself, follows the directions suggested and spends time alone with God in worship. Through prayer, or meditation, or reflection, or confession. Whatever the theme is for that night. It is non threatening, you don't have to talk to anyone the whole time if you don't want to. It's quiet and peaceful. No singing. No holding hands. No performing. Just you and God in a quiet peaceful space. Come check it out. You can drop in for 10 minutes or you can hang around the whole two hours. It's up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-112494414416439286?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/112494414416439286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=112494414416439286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112494414416439286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112494414416439286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/08/invitation-untitled.html' title='Invitation: UNTITLED'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-112494275280346846</id><published>2005-08-24T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:25:13.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Station: Communion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday, July 28, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An invitation to sit down at dinner for two with your Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/IMG_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/IMG_0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communion was meant to be a shared meal--a good chunk of time devoted to remembering Jesus and what He means to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/IMG_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/IMG_0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/IMG_0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commune: 1. to converse or talk together, usually with profound intensity, intimacy, etc. 2. to interchange thoughts or feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/IMG_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/IMG_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/IMG_0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour yourself some grape juice or wine. Take a good chunk of bread and have a MEAL with Jesus, not just a communion "sampling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/IMG_0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/IMG_0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-112494275280346846?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/112494275280346846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=112494275280346846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112494275280346846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112494275280346846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/08/meditation-station-communion.html' title='Meditation Station: Communion'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-112197675258942288</id><published>2005-07-21T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:28:18.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation: COMMUNION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/dinner51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/dinner51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU ARE INVITED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffbfbf;color:#000000;" &gt;for&lt;/span&gt; a time of &lt;strong&gt;COMMUNION--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to, remebering, worshiping, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and meditating on Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;It will be a lot different than you expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Come check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is welcome, pass on the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My house.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday July 28th.&lt;br /&gt;Drop in times between 8 &amp;amp; 11 p.m.&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/12932921-112197675258942288?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/112197675258942288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=112197675258942288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112197675258942288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112197675258942288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/07/invitation-communion.html' title='Invitation: COMMUNION'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-112055081081318998</id><published>2005-07-05T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T01:31:06.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Station: Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 23, 2005&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out books with those 3D picture in them otherwise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;known as the "Magic Eye" books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were directions and exercises in how to see the 3D pictures emphasizing that to have the picture come into focus you had to focus behind the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a picture of Jesus on the wall and a framed piece of clear glass hanging from the ceiling a couple of feet in front of that picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/Copy%20of%20P6230036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/Copy%20of%20P6230036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the directions for the station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write on the glass with the marker. Write down what has been on your mind lately. What life "stuff" have you been thinking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit back and focus on the words you wrote. Ask God to help you change your focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Now, staying in the same spot, focus behind your words onto the picture of Jesus. Ask God to help you focus on him THROUGH what's going on in your life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6230034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6230034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to everyone who came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-112055081081318998?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/112055081081318998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=112055081081318998' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112055081081318998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/112055081081318998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/07/meditation-station-focus.html' title='Meditation Station: Focus'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-111878014001692285</id><published>2005-06-14T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T13:18:11.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation: FOCUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/focus21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/focus21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are invited&lt;/span&gt; to join me for a drop-in time of&lt;br /&gt;worship, prayer, and meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 23rd my home will be open from 8:30 pm-10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This months theme is &lt;strong&gt;FOCUS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about this one. I would love to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;Invite as many people as you want. Pass the word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-111878014001692285?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/111878014001692285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=111878014001692285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/111878014001692285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/111878014001692285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/06/invitation-focus.html' title='Invitation: FOCUS'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-111860495826057213</id><published>2005-06-12T12:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:58:15.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Station: Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;June 3, 2005 - Home Group&lt;br /&gt;Based on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=gen%2022:1-18;&amp;version=51;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Genesis 22:1-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What sacrifices are you willing to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P60300441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P60300441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P60300361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P60300361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is a story from the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://relevantbooks.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"The Vision and the Vow":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P6030038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P6030038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/640/P60300371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/2973/320/P60300371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-111860495826057213?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/111860495826057213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=111860495826057213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/111860495826057213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/111860495826057213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/06/meditation-station-sacrifice.html' title='Meditation Station: Sacrifice'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12932921.post-111623241048935808</id><published>2005-05-16T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T02:11:19.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proskunetes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;proskunetes - 4353 - an adorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adore - to regard with the utmost esteem, love and respect; honor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=john%204:19-24;&amp;version=51;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;John 4:19-24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True worship does not happen in a specific place. It is spiritual. Worship is not dependent on the right place or setting. It does not matter to which mountain we go or in what room we are sitting, true worship is not focused in any specific form or system. Jesus destroyed the physical symbols of worship when he died. It no longer matters what sounds or sights or smells are used to worship, they are simply the vehicles. Jesus replaced the temple with himself and he is the true focus of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus proclaims that place and form are irrelevant. We can meet God in worship anywhere through any cultural expression. What is important is that we meet a personal God who draws us into a love relationship with him. Jesus wants to take away our limited view of God and our narrow categories of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me as my focus changes. Worship means everything to me. To be considered an adorer of God is the highest honor I could receive. I want to put my worship glasses on and show you how I see my world. I want to be so focused and in love with God that I don't see what's going on behind me. Some day down the road, God will tell me to look back and I will be shocked at what I see. God, occupy me--heart, soul, mind and strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12932921-111623241048935808?l=proskunetes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/feeds/111623241048935808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12932921&amp;postID=111623241048935808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/111623241048935808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12932921/posts/default/111623241048935808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proskunetes.blogspot.com/2005/05/proskunetes.html' title='proskunetes'/><author><name>Gina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1554/756/320/IMG_0279.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
