<?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-15087689</id><updated>2011-12-01T13:57:56.760-05:00</updated><category term='Church and Culture'/><category term='bible'/><category term='translation'/><category term='Family'/><category term='missions'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Moldova'/><category term='video'/><category term='Seminary'/><category term='word'/><category term='India'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>My Sojourn</title><subtitle type='html'>One man's sojourn through a life of adventure and challenges and the faith that emerges therein.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-6733145243712463824</id><published>2011-03-02T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:29:11.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><title type='text'>We have the words of life . . . and take them for granted.  The Kimyal got them and treasured them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17025038?portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/17025038"&gt;The Kimyal People Receive the New Testament&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2404878"&gt;UFM Worldwide&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-6733145243712463824?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6733145243712463824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=6733145243712463824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/6733145243712463824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/6733145243712463824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-have-words-of-life-and-take-them-for.html' title='We have the words of life . . . and take them for granted.  The Kimyal got them and treasured them!'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-929631722937814582</id><published>2011-01-29T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T11:31:37.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://viewthestory.com/embed/image.js?id=1252&amp;amp;img=http://viewthestory.com/images/embed/TheStory_lg.png"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-929631722937814582?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/929631722937814582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=929631722937814582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/929631722937814582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/929631722937814582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-1923116852721678114</id><published>2008-03-12T14:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:25:12.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>February 2008 India Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f44b2f5ca70525b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df44b2f5ca70525b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330328649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D377087968962C4C6F314E2ED7B91149946B3CDA3.5138428623ADB6FF27BF048323673B4AC2B32E03%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df44b2f5ca70525b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djcz0Zn_-rylrdLCzrrQvvYmSvMw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df44b2f5ca70525b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330328649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D377087968962C4C6F314E2ED7B91149946B3CDA3.5138428623ADB6FF27BF048323673B4AC2B32E03%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df44b2f5ca70525b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djcz0Zn_-rylrdLCzrrQvvYmSvMw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click above to watch a great video summary of my latest trip to NW India. This one was crafted by the ever-talented Nathan Knight, who traveled with me on this journey. Also featured in the video are Otis Jones, Tom Jaski, Russ Bennett and Josh Reed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Make sure you give the video time to buffer or else it will snag. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-1923116852721678114?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f44b2f5ca70525b1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1923116852721678114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=1923116852721678114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/1923116852721678114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/1923116852721678114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2008/03/india-video.html' title='February 2008 India Video'/><author><name>nknight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-4219329764757181146</id><published>2008-02-04T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:20:41.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Requested Resources</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://e3resources.org/detail.aspx?ID=163"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163246627226945458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R6eJc4-Yh7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/EzBHnr-qd1E/s320/Striking_theMatch_lg.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things have been busy for me lately and I haven't had a chance to update the site as frequently as I'd have hoped. In the last few weeks I've spoken in Birmingham, Huntsville, Atlanta, Wake Forest and Charlotte. Many in those locations have requested ministry resources from various trainings that I've done so I decided to make those available here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my new book is now available for order through e3 Resources. "Striking the Match" describes how to utilize short-term mission teams to make long-term impact. Click the book cover for more details and to order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taught several seminars on Communicating the Gospel to Hindus/Muslims. Click the link below to download my notes/presentations from those seminars. Please make sure that you don't distribute these without prior written permission from me. Also, because of the nature of the material please do not share my contact information with anyone (including this web address) from either of these worldviews. Doing so could jeopardize my work and more importantly, those nationals from these worldviews who world alongside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5jigcdvmddc"&gt;Communicating the Gospel with Muslims Guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?0zomgztz0yn"&gt;Communicating the Gospel with Muslims presentation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?8n3moi3jmzl"&gt;Communicating the Gospel with Hindus Guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5smjziy9jii"&gt;Communicating the Gospel with Hindus presentation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-4219329764757181146?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4219329764757181146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=4219329764757181146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/4219329764757181146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/4219329764757181146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2008/02/resources.html' title='Requested Resources'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R6eJc4-Yh7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/EzBHnr-qd1E/s72-c/Striking_theMatch_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-3920384703424736874</id><published>2007-12-06T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:18:00.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Final Report from Kerala, India</title><content type='html'>Please click on the link below to watch a 10 minute video review that covers the events of our week in Kerala, India. You'll be blessed to see all the lives that were touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.mac.com/ggrobinson#100000"&gt;http://gallery.mac.com/ggrobinson#100000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-3920384703424736874?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3920384703424736874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=3920384703424736874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/3920384703424736874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/3920384703424736874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-report-from-kerala-india.html' title='Final Report from Kerala, India'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-4888541691431825726</id><published>2007-12-06T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:15:51.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Susan's Legacy . . .</title><content type='html'>God continues to do exceedingly abundant above that which&lt;br /&gt;we hoped or asked for. Yesterday I went with Dani and&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Sabu to Pastor's mother-in-law's home. Pastor's&lt;br /&gt;wife Bindu comes from a conservative Roman Catholic&lt;br /&gt;background. They wanted me to share with his in-laws. On&lt;br /&gt;the way they mentioned to me that his mother-in-law has&lt;br /&gt;stage 3 breast cancer and had just returned home from&lt;br /&gt;getting a chemo treatment. When I arrived I knew that&lt;br /&gt;this was the visit for which the LORD brought me to India.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to share with her about my own story and how&lt;br /&gt;when Catherine and I married her mother and I had many&lt;br /&gt;discussions about what it means to be Christian. I shared&lt;br /&gt;that at first I tried to get Susan (Cat's mom) to convert&lt;br /&gt;away from the Catholic Church, but later realized that the&lt;br /&gt;LORD was asking me to teach her from the Scriptures what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hjKM4rbYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KUGdBL0R_hk/s1600-h/PB290166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140968001552215426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hjKM4rbYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KUGdBL0R_hk/s200/PB290166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;biblical salvation is - not change her church. As Susan&lt;br /&gt;and I spent time together she came to understand that&lt;br /&gt;salvation is not by works, but by grace alone through&lt;br /&gt;faith alone. I shared about how Susan used to call me her&lt;br /&gt;Boaz (see the book of Ruth) and I called her my Naomi.&lt;br /&gt;This really connected with Pastor Sabu's mother-in-law. I&lt;br /&gt;was then able to share the gospel with her and she told me&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to be sure that she'd be with God when she&lt;br /&gt;died. Little did I know that Elena and Emma (another&lt;br /&gt;team) were visiting Sabu's own parents who are also&lt;br /&gt;Catholic. While there they learned about Sabu's&lt;br /&gt;mother-in-law. So they had a time of prayer for her&lt;br /&gt;there. Last night while we were sharing as a team Elena&lt;br /&gt;and I realized that she was interceding for Sabu's&lt;br /&gt;mother-in-law at 1:00 pm, not having any idea that I was&lt;br /&gt;there sharing the gospel. Elena had compassion because&lt;br /&gt;she lost her own mom to breast cancer last year.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, it was exactly 1pm when I was leading Sabu's&lt;br /&gt;mom in a prayer of repentance and faith! God's ways are&lt;br /&gt;so much higher than our own. Who would've thought that in&lt;br /&gt;His wisdom I would be able to share Susan's testimony over&lt;br /&gt;a year after she went to be with the LORD with a lady that&lt;br /&gt;she has so much in common with. And that Susan's&lt;br /&gt;testimony of faith in Christ led this woman to faith in&lt;br /&gt;Christ!!! Praise you Jesus for your manifold wisdom, for&lt;br /&gt;we could never plan things like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-4888541691431825726?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4888541691431825726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=4888541691431825726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/4888541691431825726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/4888541691431825726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/12/susans-legacy.html' title='Susan&apos;s Legacy . . .'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hjKM4rbYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KUGdBL0R_hk/s72-c/PB290166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-6734087282561352947</id><published>2007-12-06T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:58:10.719-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>She couldn't walk to church . . . so we took the church to her!</title><content type='html'>On Thursday we visited a family and shared with the man of the home. After listening to the gospel he said that he'd read a book a while back that explained the same message and that he'd prayed to receive Christ, but didn't know what to do next. He did mention that he was caring for his paralyzed sister and that she would like to hear the message. So Dani and I went into the next room and found the young lady laying in her hospital bed looking with a smile at us through the bars. We learned that she was hit by a car 7 years ago and has been paralyzed from the waist down ever since. When I asked her if she wanted to hear some good news, she answered and said that she'd already heard . . . she'd been straining to hear all that we were saying in the other room. Dani went ahead and reviewed the gospel with her and within a few minutes she was praying to receive Jesus. A&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hiEs4rbXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XqedrszkqMc/s1600-h/PB280120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140966807551307122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hiEs4rbXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XqedrszkqMc/s200/PB280120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fterwards we discussed ways to help her grow in her faith and the man of the house asked if Pastor Sabu or another leader in the church could come by weekly and teach them. At e3 Partners our slogan is "If they can't walk to church they can't go to church. So we'll take the church to them." This slogan was written to describe our desire to plant a church within walking distance of everyone on earth since most people don't own a car and have no church anywhere near them. Amazingly I saw the LORD bring our slogan to life this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-6734087282561352947?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6734087282561352947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=6734087282561352947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/6734087282561352947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/6734087282561352947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/12/she-couldnt-walk-to-church-so-we-took.html' title='She couldn&apos;t walk to church . . . so we took the church to her!'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hiEs4rbXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XqedrszkqMc/s72-c/PB280120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-2310293777388589182</id><published>2007-12-06T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:26:26.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Wednesday from India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hn5s4rbZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9iBOWr8efwQ/s1600-h/PB260049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140973215642512786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hn5s4rbZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9iBOWr8efwQ/s200/PB260049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I can't believe its already Wednesday and I can't&lt;br /&gt;believe all the wonderful things that we've had the&lt;br /&gt;privilege of experiencing in just the few days that we've&lt;br /&gt;been here in Kerala. Below are just a few highlights to&lt;br /&gt;encourage you to keep praying for the Holy Spirit is&lt;br /&gt;moving mightily to exalt the Name of Jesus in this place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy and David went to a home yesterday and found a woman&lt;br /&gt;weeping bitterly over her unconscious husband. She was&lt;br /&gt;screaming for help when they arrived. They knelt over the&lt;br /&gt;man and prayed that God would touch him and within moments&lt;br /&gt;the man was standing on his feet and they were all&lt;br /&gt;praising God! The team was then able to share the Gospel&lt;br /&gt;and get a hearing in the area with great reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hZ5s4rbVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kR5CEWmQUBY/s1600-h/IMG_2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140957822479723858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hZ5s4rbVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kR5CEWmQUBY/s200/IMG_2992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom and Martin were blessed to lead a 104 year old woman&lt;br /&gt;to faith in Christ, after which she kissed them both in&lt;br /&gt;joy. Of 5 homes they visited on Tuesday, everyone of them&lt;br /&gt;had people come to faith in Christ. In keeping with our&lt;br /&gt;vision for church planting, one of the homes was offered&lt;br /&gt;up to host the home group launch service that will be on&lt;br /&gt;Thursday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel S., Elena, and Emma had an 82 year old man that had&lt;br /&gt;taught in a Catholic school for 55 years, repent and&lt;br /&gt;receive Christ. He is a man of great influence in his&lt;br /&gt;village so please pray that he will be a catalyst in&lt;br /&gt;spreading the gospel. Elena met a Hindu woman on the&lt;br /&gt;street and started to share with her. As she shared her&lt;br /&gt;testimony the Hindu lady was very receptive and asked&lt;br /&gt;Christ into her life even with her mother there taunting&lt;br /&gt;her. Afterwards I had the joy of laying hands on this new&lt;br /&gt;believer and blessing her. As I spoke a Psalm over her&lt;br /&gt;she began weeping. I told her that though she had been&lt;br /&gt;from a lower caste, she's now a beautiful child of the&lt;br /&gt;King! She wrapped her face in her traditional sari and&lt;br /&gt;wept bitterly as Elena comforted her. It was a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and Daniel B were able to help their national worker&lt;br /&gt;lead his best friend to faith in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Diane visited 5 homes yesterday and no one&lt;br /&gt;received Christ. Just as they were about to head back to&lt;br /&gt;the guest house a man was standing in the street waving at&lt;br /&gt;them. The went up to talk with him and his friends as&lt;br /&gt;they were building a home. All three men received Christ&lt;br /&gt;and immediately the national pastor assigned to that area&lt;br /&gt;made arrangements to begin their discipleship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Leah were sharing the Gospel with a lady that was&lt;br /&gt;holding a baby that started crying and disrupting the&lt;br /&gt;conversation. They prayed and the baby fell asleep and&lt;br /&gt;then Leah was able to lead the mother to faith in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hbZc4rbWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LmjjNdrCpuw/s1600-h/PB270108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140959467452198242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hbZc4rbWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LmjjNdrCpuw/s200/PB270108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear brother Dani Abraham (our e3 India Director) have&lt;br /&gt;spent the last 2 days visiting homes of Muslim families in&lt;br /&gt;the area and I've been training him on how to share the&lt;br /&gt;Gospel with them. The 2nd family we visited with&lt;br /&gt;yesterday listened intently as I first used the Quran to&lt;br /&gt;ask them questions about Jesus. Following that I showed&lt;br /&gt;what Jesus says about himself in the Bible and took them&lt;br /&gt;through a complete Gospel presentation. They were not&lt;br /&gt;ready to receive Him, but both families took a New&lt;br /&gt;Testament and agreed to read it together and discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;When we left the 2nd home all the neighbors went running&lt;br /&gt;down to the home to see why we were there. Hopefully they&lt;br /&gt;gossiped the gospel as was done in the 1st century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this has been an amazing week already.&lt;br /&gt;We've only had 1 person get sick (Daniel S.) and he's&lt;br /&gt;resting today. In all we've had 73 people receive Christ&lt;br /&gt;(Catholic, Hindu and Muslim background) in just 2 days of&lt;br /&gt;evangelizing. Pray that God would continue to bless us&lt;br /&gt;with the ability to make His name great! Pray for our new&lt;br /&gt;church start bible studies that we'll hold on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;evening. We love and appreciate you all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-2310293777388589182?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2310293777388589182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=2310293777388589182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/2310293777388589182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/2310293777388589182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/12/wednesday-from-india.html' title='Wednesday from India'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hn5s4rbZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9iBOWr8efwQ/s72-c/PB260049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-1409035258442549286</id><published>2007-12-06T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:35:05.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Tuesday from India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hpm84rbaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O0pw83H1cz0/s1600-h/PB240005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140975092543221154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hpm84rbaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O0pw83H1cz0/s200/PB240005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your prayers yesterday. Our teams went out&lt;br /&gt;and saw the LORD do many amazing things. We had people&lt;br /&gt;from Hindu, Catholic and Muslim background that heard the&lt;br /&gt;gospel. In all, 28 people repented and put their faith in&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ yesterday! We are praising God because in&lt;br /&gt;several cases whole households came to faith. One story&lt;br /&gt;that sticks out in my mind is an elderly Catholic couple&lt;br /&gt;who received one of our teams. They were celebrating&lt;br /&gt;their 53rd anniversary yesterday and when they heard the&lt;br /&gt;gospel, they both realized their need for a personal&lt;br /&gt;relationship with Christ and made professions of faith&lt;br /&gt;together. What a way to celebrate and add significance to&lt;br /&gt;an anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of our teams encountered Muslim&lt;br /&gt;families, which had some resistance to the message.&lt;br /&gt;However, clear presentations of the gospel were made and&lt;br /&gt;the families received copies of the New Testament. I got&lt;br /&gt;to share with one of those families and when Josh, Leah&lt;br /&gt;and I left the home the mother and her son were standing&lt;br /&gt;on the porch reading God's word together! Please pray&lt;br /&gt;that the LORD would continue to anoint and empower us to&lt;br /&gt;proclaim His message with boldness. Everyone on the team&lt;br /&gt;is still healthy although a few didn't sleep well last&lt;br /&gt;night because of the 10.5 hour time difference. Pray for&lt;br /&gt;strength and continued expansion of the Kingdom of Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our national brothers that are working with us are doing&lt;br /&gt;an amazing job here and we are blessed and encouraged to&lt;br /&gt;serve alongside such godly faithful men. Thanks for your&lt;br /&gt;continued prayers and look for another update tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-1409035258442549286?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1409035258442549286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=1409035258442549286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/1409035258442549286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/1409035258442549286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/12/tuesday-from-india.html' title='Tuesday from India'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/R1hpm84rbaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O0pw83H1cz0/s72-c/PB240005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-3145304829596637676</id><published>2007-12-06T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:15:19.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Monday from India</title><content type='html'>We arrived in kerala yesterday to a wonderful welcome from &lt;br /&gt;our national brothers.  They placed flower garland &lt;br /&gt;necklaces around everyone's neck and greeted us with &lt;br /&gt;warmth.  After a 2 hour drive we reached the guest house &lt;br /&gt;from which we'll be working all week.  Everyone was very &lt;br /&gt;tired after 2 days travel, but God's grace is sufficient. &lt;br /&gt; Last night we went and worshipped with the host church. &lt;br /&gt; Worship Church is led by Pastor Sabu and has about 30-40 &lt;br /&gt;adults plus another 20 children.  It was a very lively &lt;br /&gt;service, the end of which I was able to preach and &lt;br /&gt;encourage our combined team for our work which began &lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we met for worship before going out and the &lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit made His Presence known among us. We had a &lt;br /&gt;wonderful time just exalting the Name of Jesus and praying &lt;br /&gt;for the Harvest fields.  I just sent the teams out and I &lt;br /&gt;am leaving to go and work alongside them in a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt; I will "float" from team to team and help where needed. &lt;br /&gt; Our translators and national partners are doing a &lt;br /&gt;wonderful job and everyone is encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole team is healthy thus far.  Continue to pray for &lt;br /&gt;health, strength, and most of all that Christ would make &lt;br /&gt;Himself known in this region that is filled with many &lt;br /&gt;Hindus, Muslims, and syncretistic Catholics who are &lt;br /&gt;worshipping saints and idols rather than being justified &lt;br /&gt;by grace alone through faith in Christ.  We even saw a &lt;br /&gt;vine that is enshrined outside a Catholic church yesterday &lt;br /&gt;- people are worshipping the vine because each time it was &lt;br /&gt;pulled up it grew back.  WOW!  Where there is a void, &lt;br /&gt;Satan fills it with all kinds of deception.  Ask the LORD &lt;br /&gt;of the Harvest to break through those barriers and to &lt;br /&gt;transform this region with the Gospel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-3145304829596637676?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3145304829596637676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=3145304829596637676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/3145304829596637676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/3145304829596637676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-from-india.html' title='Monday from India'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-7302404279156068103</id><published>2007-11-21T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:10:21.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>The Journey Begins at Home</title><content type='html'>Today God granted me the opportunity to share with 2 Muslims and 1 former Buddhist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First at our children’s school Thanksgiving program I was able to share with a friend’s Muslim co-teacher.  She was delighted when I greeted to her in her language.  Simple greetings open the door to wonderful conversations. I challenge you to learn the greetings of those from different cultures around you (Hola – Spanish; Namaste – traditional Indian; Asalaam Aleykum – universal Islamic greeting; Shalom – Jewish; Onyon Hasayo – Korean; Sawadee Kraap – Thai etc.).  Anyway, after this woman responded with joy at my greeting, I challenged her to learn more about Jesus and promised that I’d send more information to her through our mutual friend (who happens to be a Christ-follower).    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, a few weeks ago I went into a store with my wife.  When there we met the store manager who we quickly learned is a Muslim from Asia.  After talking with her and showing interest in her culture, she became more interested in us.  We shared a brief testimony with her that we have been born again and are followers of Jesus.  I asked her what she knew about Jesus and she said that she believed all roads lead to God – provided they are sincere.  With that I told her that Jesus proclaimed himself to be the only road to God and asked if she’d ever read the Injil (New Testament).  She told us that she hadn’t, but she’d like to.  So we promised to bring her one as a gift when we returned to pick up my clothes. Today we walked into the store and when she saw us she smiled and asked, “Did you bring my gift????”  We talked more with her and she she’s ready to read what Jesus said about himself . . . and share it with her whole family.  Her dad just arrived from Iran today and she’s going to share the bible with him.  I also gave her a tract and she said she’s so excited to learn more.  Before we left we gave her Cat’s cell # and we agreed to talk regularly and that we’d have her over for dinner around Christmas.  As we were walking out she said “You are so different from others I’ve met here.  You actually care to know me and about my customs.  You care enough to share with me about your beliefs as well.  Please don’t forget about me.”  Jesus told us that the fields are white unto harvest.  But where are the laborers that will recognize it?  Pray that WORD comes ALIVE in her heart!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went to lunch with my mom at a little pizza joint that my mom met us at.  Mom was telling us on the way in how the girl that works there always remembers her order and what great service she gives.  We walked in and sure enough, the young lady that waited on us asked mom if she wants the “usual.”  (Not sure if that says that the waitress is keen or if mom eats too much pizza???)  Anyway, the young lady was obviously Asian so I asked where she’s from.  “Cambodia.”  I said, “I was there in 1998 training a group of churches.  When did you move here?”  She shared that she came here when she was 5 years old – Pol Pot’s regime was executing half the country’s population in the Killing Fields . . . including MANY of her family members.  So I asked if she’s Buddhist (majority religion in Cambodia).  She said, “I was when my family moved here when I was 5.  We lived in Chamblee. But a church used to send groups into our neighborhood to do VBS and I learned about Jesus there.  That’s where I became a Christian and I haven’t looked back.”  That’s solid.   Somebody recognized a Divine opportunity and seized it.  Somebody took the time to show compassion to her and her family.  Somebody took the time to share the Gospel and she was radically transformed.  I could see it in her smile.  I could hear it in her voice when she talked about the LORD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that’s my prayer – for me and for you.  That years down the road multitudes will look back and tell others the story of the time that you and I came into their neighborhood, or office, or school or village and brought the Good News.  Maybe the children of a Muslim teacher or clothing store manager will one day be able to say, “Yea.  My family used to be Muslim.  But mom told me about a man that took time one day to . . . .   Is that what you’re praying for?  If not, look around you.  The fields are WHITE!  Will you be a laborer in them?  Here, there and everywhere.  All the time.  The journey begins today, where you’re at.  But it doesn’t stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray the following Scripture for our team as we head to India this week:&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 4:2-6&lt;br /&gt;"Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful &amp; thankful. And pray for us, too, that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ, . . . Pray that I may proclaim it clearly, as I should. Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders, make the most of every opportunity. Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-7302404279156068103?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7302404279156068103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=7302404279156068103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/7302404279156068103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/7302404279156068103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/11/journey-begins-at-home.html' title='The Journey Begins at Home'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-3099059856807007382</id><published>2007-10-24T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:11:21.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Reading and Writing</title><content type='html'>By John Piper February 20, 2002 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking again about the importance of reading and writing. There are several reasons I write. One of the most personally compelling is that I read. I mean, my main spiritual sustenance comes by the Holy Spirit from reading. Therefore reading is more important to me than eating. If I went blind, I would pay to have someone read to me. I would try to learn Braille. I would buy "books on tape." I would rather go without food than go without books. Therefore, writing feels very lifegiving to me, since I get so much of my own life from reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine this with what Paul says in Ephesians 3:3-4, "By revelation there was made known to me the mystery, as I wrote before in brief. And by referring to this, when you read you can understand my insight into the mystery of Christ." The early church was established by apostolic writing as well as apostolic preaching. God chose to send his living Word into the world for 30 years, and his written Word into the world for 2000+ years. Think of the assumption behind this divine decision. People in each generation would be dependent on those who read. Some people, if not all, would have to learn to read—and read well, in order to be faithful to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been for thousands of years. Generation after generation has read the insights of its writers. This is why fresh statements of old truth are always needed. Without them people will read error. Daniel Webster once said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If religious books are not widely circulated among the masses in this country, I do not know what is going to become of us as a nation. If truth be not diffused, error will be; if God and His Word are not known and received, the devil and his works will gain the ascendancy; if the evangelical volume does not reach every hamlet, the pages of a corrupt and licentious literature will.1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of people are going to read. If they don't read contemporary Christian books, they are going to read contemporary secular books. They will read. It is amazing to watch people in the airports. At any given moment there must be hundreds of thousands of people reading just in airports. One of the things we Christians need to be committed to, besides reading, is giving away solid books to those who might read them, but would never buy them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ripple effect is incalculable. Consider this illustration: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book by Richard Sibbes, one of the choicest of the Puritan writers, was read by Richard Baxter, who was greatly blessed by it. Baxter then wrote his Call to the Unconverted which deeply influenced Philip Doddridge, who in turn wrote The Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul. This brought the young William Wilberforce, subsequent English statesman and foe of slavery, to serious thoughts of eternity. Wilberforce wrote his Practical Book of Christianity which fired the soul of Leigh Richmond. Richmond, in turn, wrote The Dairyman's Daughter, a book that brought thousands to the Lord, helping Thomas Chalmers the great preacher, among others.2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that in a literate culture like ours, where most of us know how to read and where books are available, the Biblical mandate is: keep on reading what will open the Holy Scriptures to you more and more. And keep praying for Bible-saturated writers. There are many great old books to read. But each new generation needs its own writers to make the message fresh. Read and pray. And then obey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor John &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Ernest Reisinger, "Every Christian a Publisher," Free Grace Broadcaster, Issue 51, Winter, 1995, p. 17.&lt;br /&gt;[2] "Every Christian a Publisher," p. 18.&lt;br /&gt;This reading is found in A Godward Life, Book One (Multnomah, 1997), pp. 58-59. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Desiring God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-3099059856807007382?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/3099059856807007382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=3099059856807007382' 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part of the Strategy Working Group of the 2010 Lausanne Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers when I was at Lausanne back in June.  I continue to be amazed at the connections that I have been able to make at this historic meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51PEY2TYCDL._BO2,204,203,200_PIlitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51PEY2TYCDL._BO2,204,203,200_PIlitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;One day I was blessed to spend time with Robert&lt;br /&gt;Coleman, author of one of my "top 5 most influential&lt;br /&gt;books" list.  He wrote "Master Plan of Evangelism" which&lt;br /&gt;gave me a heart for making disciples at home and abroad.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you whom I have invested in . . . it was largely due to&lt;br /&gt;the influence of Dr. Coleman's book.  The book looks at the model of Jesus and how his plan for evangelizing the world was primarily to make reproducing disciples.  If you've never read it, drop what you're reading now and take a day to take this in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening I had dinner with an amazing brother from North Africa who has a ministry reaching out to Muslim scholars.  He himself is a Muslim background follower of Jesus and has&lt;br /&gt;won many converts to Christ.  Now he has trained a small army of men to engage Muslim scholars with the gospel so that their influence can be used to spread a movement quickly.  He has seen 54 Islamic scholars come to faith in Jesus this year alone!  We shared stories and encouraged and prayed together.  I was able to share with him some of the simple equipping resources that I have produced and he is excited about implementing them on his return home.  I learned much from him on how to be more effective in engaging Muslims, but he was very encouraging with regards to what I've already been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way home I had the privilege of meeting the Mitch Glaser, the founder and head of &lt;a href="http://www.chosenpeople.com/docs/GB/GBWelcome1.html"&gt;Chosen PeopleMinistries&lt;/a&gt;.  He is a Messianic Jew and is an amazing man. We started talking about the book of John and how Jesus engaged Jews at the heart level.  At the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;he prayed for me a beautiful prayer and agreed to be a "rabbi" (teacher) to me in the days ahead.  I look forward to future conversations getting his amazing insight into&lt;br /&gt;the Scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed and humbled to have been a part of this time. My life has been enriched by the network that I've met.  Thanks to each of you for praying for me this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-1843255823946520410?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/1843255823946520410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=1843255823946520410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/1843255823946520410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/1843255823946520410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/08/world-class-discipler-islamic-scholar.html' title='A World-Class Discipler, An Islamic Scholar and a Rabbi'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-3005303320585049683</id><published>2007-07-20T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:19:08.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>India Video Promo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sign up online to go on this journey with me.  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Not much unless you live a crazy life like mine. Here's how the three intersected on my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago I was contacted by Dr. Gerald Harris of the &lt;a href="http://www.christianindex.org/"&gt;Christian Index&lt;/a&gt; regarding my thoughts on church planting movements (CPM). Dr. Harris was wrote an article for the GA Baptist newspaper on that subject (see below - Friday, May 25, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;), but the topic of one particular CPM among Asian Muslims came up and the somewhat controversial approach to enter into evangelistic conversations that is being used there. As you might imagine, sharing with Muslims is an intimidating task. One author named Kevin Greeson has worked with Muslims for years and several years ago wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.churchplantingmovements.com/camel_training_manual.htm"&gt;book called "The Camel Training Manual"&lt;/a&gt; which trains people to enter into evangelistic conversations with Muslims by using a "bridge" com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;posed of a few verses from the Qur'an, the Islamic religious text. Because of my experience in sharing the Gospel with Muslims over the last 8 years, Dr. Harris decided to quote me again in the current issue featuring the way that I use an adaptation of the Camel Method as a pre-evangelistic bridge that then allows me to go on and explain the Gospel using the only authoritative Scriptures - the Bible. You can read that article by clicking here&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://www.christianindex.org/3313.article"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.christianindex.org/3313.article"&gt;Is Camel Method leading thirsty world to oasis of truth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the deal with Mt. Everest? Yes I am the "South Asia Strategy Coordinator" for &lt;a href="http://www.e3partners.org/"&gt;e3 Partners Ministries&lt;/a&gt;. And yes, Mt. Everest is in Nepal, which is a part of South Asia. And yes, I have been to Nepal. In fact, last week my family and I traveled all the way to Everest on an expedition and got stranded about half way up. It was quite scary being up there so high not knowing how we'd get down. Now I know you're thinking that I m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RnFdWG4OWeI/AAAAAAAAACg/zqtO5vH7JrQ/s1600-h/P6090471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075940889408199138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RnFdWG4OWeI/AAAAAAAAACg/zqtO5vH7JrQ/s200/P6090471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ust be crazy taking my kids up on Everest, but I actually learned that families ascend the mountain every single day . . . in Orlando, FL at Disney's Animal Kingdom! After waiting over an hour in the sweltering heat at the base of "Everest", Cat and I started the ascent with our three kids in tow only to get stranded on the highest part of the roller coaster. Caleb was quite disappointed as we sat there waiting to be rescued. Overall, however we had a blast spending a week at the beach and a few days at Disney. It was a much-needed vacation where I unplugged and unwound so that I could truly enjoy the wonderful family that God has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about Budapest? Well, that's where I'm headed this Sunday for a week to participate in the &lt;a href="http://www.lausanne.org/Brix?pageID=12722"&gt;Lausanne Committee for World Evangelization&lt;/a&gt; planning meetings. Lausanne is the world's largest inter-denominational gathering of missionaries and Christian leaders meeting to coordinate efforts that focus on the completion of the Great Commission. I have been honored with the privilege of serving on the "Young Leaders" planning team (though I appreciate the designation, at 38 years old I wonder when I'll ever have to drop the qualification 'Young'???). Please pray for me on this journey that I would be able to focus, learn, and contribute and that the outcome would be Christ-exalting.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RnFeiG4OWfI/AAAAAAAAACo/QNdakC3f9x8/s1600-h/P6080382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075942195078257138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RnFeiG4OWfI/AAAAAAAAACo/QNdakC3f9x8/s200/P6080382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how camels, Everest and Budapest converge through Robinson family adventures. So I'll close for now with a great family photo from our vacation. Thanks for blessing us with your prayers and friendship. (click to enlarge)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-5495344957900247404?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/5495344957900247404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=5495344957900247404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/5495344957900247404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/5495344957900247404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/06/camel-everest-budapest.html' title='The Camel, Everest &amp; Budapest'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RnFdWG4OWeI/AAAAAAAAACg/zqtO5vH7JrQ/s72-c/P6090471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-6439317940831615852</id><published>2007-05-25T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:20:03.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church and Culture'/><title type='text'>Quoted in Article on Church Planting Movements</title><content type='html'>I was recently contacted by the Editor of the Georgia Baptist newspaper, the Christian Index, regarding my views on what has recently come to be known as "church planting movements."  The term CPM was made popular in missions circles by author and IMB missionary David Garrison in his book by the same name.  I have had the privilege to work in a couple of these movements by training pastors and lay leaders.  You can check out the article in full at &lt;a href="http://www.christianindex.org/3270.article"&gt;http://www.christianindex.org/3270.article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments are under the section on "Quantity versus Quality."  Hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-6439317940831615852?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6439317940831615852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=6439317940831615852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/6439317940831615852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/6439317940831615852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/05/quoted-in-article-on-church-planting.html' title='Quoted in Article on Church Planting Movements'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-5322138171717299092</id><published>2007-05-22T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:26:52.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>The Beginning of a Movement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The following is the story of how a "house church" that I worked with in South Asia came to be and where it's possibly headed in the future:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several years ago a young man born into a Muslim family came to faith in Christ through a series of life-changing encounters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a child he was admired by all in his village because of his kindness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One day he was playing ball with other kids and the ball was hit into a cemetery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;None of the other kids would venture into that scary place to get the ball, but this young man did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While there a strange man came up to him and put his hand on his shoulder and said, “One day you will be a great man of God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The confused young man left with more questions than &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNKVZzXX-I/AAAAAAAAACA/_tXL5onSpgw/s1600-h/P5180247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNKVZzXX-I/AAAAAAAAACA/_tXL5onSpgw/s200/P5180247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067475737285976034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;answers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Several years later he had moved into the city and was excelling at his studies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While at the university he got involved with a radical fundamentalist Islamic group and quickly rose to the top as a student leader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After studying the Qur’an in depth, he again felt like there were more questions than answers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One night he took a walk to think through all of this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he crossed a bridge in the city a strange man approached him and put his hand on his shoulder and said to him, “Soon you will be a great man of God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the same man that had approached him in the cemetery!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was not long after that encounter that the young man came to faith in Jesus Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As you can imagine, his classmates and the fundamentalist group did not respond positively to this change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was beaten severely and spent 10 days in a hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This might discourage some, but this young man became more convinced that he was now finding the answers that he’d always been searching for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over the last few years he has worked with several missionaries to help them learn the local language and even got involved in distributing Bibles through the project that many of you have been praying for and giving sacrificially toward.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The young man is now doing his medical internship and is living at a hostel where he met other fairly new believers and started to gather them together in his room forming a house church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the group that I and another team mate got to invest in for the entire week training them in church multiplication using our First Steps curriculum and discipleship using the 7 Basic Commands of Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The amazing thing about this embryonic group is that there are 3 Muslim background believers and 4 Hindu background believers among them and they are winning more from both faiths regularly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, on the first day of the training we met in this young man’s small hostel room and sat on the floor studying the Scripture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During a break a new man came into the room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We learned that this man had received a Bible during a distribution recently and had been meeting with several members of the house church to learn more about Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the middle of our training, one of the young men started sharing with the visitor again and before we knew it he was rejecting Islam and praying to receive Christ!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another young member of the church was studying English Literature at his university and got a scholarship to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for a semester. During his time there, the Muslim met a Christian who gave him a pocket Gideon’s Bible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During testimony time of our training he pulled that NT out and shared how just 3 months earlier he returned to the country and heard a radio broadcast that we helped to start.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he was hanging out with friends at another university one day and my missionary friend gave him a NT that was in his language and English.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through that encounter he started meeting with the leader of the small church and 2 month&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNJLZzXX8I/AAAAAAAAABw/8BTrHcKjR9I/s1600-h/P5140078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNJLZzXX8I/AAAAAAAAABw/8BTrHcKjR9I/s200/P5140078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067474465975656386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s ago he rejected Islam, received Christ and was soon after baptized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In keeping with our training philosophy, we went out to apply what we’d studied together in the morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amazingly, this 2 month old believer suggested we go to his campus to evangelize!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we loaded up and went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a blessing to see him rush onto the campus and begin to gather a group together telling them that his friends were there to “explain the light of Jesus” that had changed his life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the first day there we shared with a few small groups of students and started handing out NTs to an enthusiastic throng of young Muslims and Hindus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The following day we returned there again and the new believer had arranged for us to speak in the lecture hall to a group of about 50-60 inquiring students.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the missionary, the house church leader, and I shared with them for about an hour fully proclaiming the Gospel, and answering their questions regarding it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In particular I shared with the group m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNPlZzXX_I/AAAAAAAAACI/BY_4kv_i0sY/s1600-h/P5140090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNPlZzXX_I/AAAAAAAAACI/BY_4kv_i0sY/s200/P5140090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067481509722021874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y testimony of coming to faith as a university student and how Christ had since changed my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really connected with them by telling them that God created them with their ethnicity, but their ancestors had chosen their religion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I beckoned them not to confuse the two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I shared with them how each man and woman must one day stand before a Holy God and no amount of religious devotion would achieve the merit necessary to escape judgment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I asked them to consider Christ, who alone lived a perfect life and died as a sacrifice of atonement for their sins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many followed us out of the auditorium asking questions and before we knew it we were distributing Bibles to virtually the whole campus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My teammate was a bit intimidated when a police officer cleared the crowd around him and then boldly said, “I am a police officer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need two please!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People are hungering the world over for the TRUTH!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus Christ is the TRUTH.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that is the message we proclaimed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the week we continued the training and as the island team came back to the city, they took over the mass distribution of Bibles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The highlight of the week for me was when teaching the 7 Basic Commands of Jesus in the small storage room (the hostel banned our meeting after the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; day out of fear that Muslims living nearby would destroy their facility since these young men were hitting the streets and sharing the Gospel everyday after our time together!) where the missionary keeps the cases of Bibles for distributions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After one session we shared Communion together – the first time for several of the new believers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then after teaching a session on what it means to love God and love one another, I washed the leader’s feet and then the whole group started to follow suit until everyone had both washed and been washed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Friday our whole team had the joy of worshiping with the “house” church in their normal&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNRdpzXYBI/AAAAAAAAACY/tE23bVaTozI/s1600-h/P5180223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNRdpzXYBI/AAAAAAAAACY/tE23bVaTozI/s200/P5180223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067483575601291282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; location – under a grove of trees just outside the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sat in the shade and took part in one of the most amazingly simple times of worship that we all were forced to think how near this must’ve b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNQtJzXYAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JE08voHVPFQ/s1600-h/P5180258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNQtJzXYAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JE08voHVPFQ/s200/P5180258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067482742377635842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;een to what the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Century believers experienced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the while a group of cattle herders had gathered with their herds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We gave them a solar powered audio NT and they sat and listened in amazement to the whole book of Luke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The primitive and the modern collided under that grove of trees and the Presence of the eternal One was with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So as I sit here in my office today gathering these thoughts I am grateful that not only were we able to distribute over 16,000 copies of God’s Word, but we were able to invest in a group of relatively new believers and train them with a vision and means for making disciples and multiplying what they now have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The results are in God’s Sovereign hands, but as we left my brothers in Christ there had already begun to put into practice what I was blessed to teach them from God’s Word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please pray for the men of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Isahee&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Tablique&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Baptist&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (translated “The Followers of Jesus Apostolic Missionary Baptist Church”) as they follow up on all the leads from those who received Bibles through our massive distribution efforts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-5322138171717299092?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/5322138171717299092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=5322138171717299092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/5322138171717299092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/5322138171717299092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/05/beginning-of-movement.html' title='The Beginning of a Movement?'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RlNKVZzXX-I/AAAAAAAAACA/_tXL5onSpgw/s72-c/P5180247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-2513136701831579567</id><published>2007-05-10T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:14:31.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>Call in the Reinforcements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;I'm headed for South Asia today with a team of 5 other men to do frontline evangelism in an area filled with Muslims.  Please pray that the LORD would be glorified in our obedience to go and that He would accomplish His purposes both in us and through us.  Take this call to prayer seriously . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Until you know that life is war, you cannot know what prayer is for.  Prayer is primarily a wartime &lt;span class="hl"&gt;walkie&lt;/span&gt;-talkie for the mission of the church as it advances against the powers of darkness and unbelief . . . (But) we tried to rig it up as an intercom in our houses and cabins and boats and cars - not to call in fire power for conflict with a mortal enemy, but to ask for more comforts in the den"&lt;br /&gt;- John Piper, Let the Nations Be Glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are calling in the reinforcements with coordinates on where the Enemy has been holding people captive.  Pray that the LORD would move in a mighty way and that Christ the King would be exalted in that dark land as the Enemy is pushed back.  The Spirit of the Sovreign LORD is upon me because He has annointed me to preach good news to the poor . . . to proclaim freedom for the captives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Enemy will do anything to divorce prayer and proclamation—to stop the evangelist from praying and the intercessor from evangelizing. Why? Because the two combined are explosive!”&lt;br /&gt;- From Red Moon Rising by Peter Grieg and Dave Roberts, a book about a youth 24-7 prayer &lt;br /&gt;    movement that now spans the globe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're praying for us, make sure you're evangelizing those around you.  And while we're out there evangelizing, we'll be sure to pray that the LORD is moving in your midst as well.  What a glorious plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-2513136701831579567?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2513136701831579567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=2513136701831579567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/2513136701831579567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/2513136701831579567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/05/call-in-reinforcements.html' title='Call in the Reinforcements'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-4345811725390306587</id><published>2007-05-01T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:02:29.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seminary'/><title type='text'>Another Milestone in the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This past weekend marked another milestone in this crazy but wonderful journey the LORD has the Robinson family on.  It was 20 years ago (gulp) that I graduated from Central Gwinnett High School without a clue as to what I wanted to be when I grew up.  Four and a half years (the half year was lost when I actually dropped out for a while) later I graduated from the University of Georgia with a BA in Political Science, having become a new&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rje1oCxMRzI/AAAAAAAAABg/LkeYOlP6AI0/s1600-h/P4280272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rje1oCxMRzI/AAAAAAAAABg/LkeYOlP6AI0/s200/P4280272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059712405916632882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; creation in Christ only one semester before commencement.  Still unsure about what I wanted to be, I started working on a Masters in Education thinking that I'd work my way back to the good ole days of high school to get a little revenge on my teachers by becoming their peer.  After 5 years of teaching (and tormenting my former teachers as their peer) God called Catherine and I back to school again - this time to prepare to go on the mission field by getting an M.Div. in International Church Planting from Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary.  When I graduated from there in 2001, I actually knew what I wanted to be when I grew up.  The only problem was . . . I knew that God was telling us that we were not through with school yet.  UGH!  So in 2005 I started working on a D.Miss. (Doctor of Missiology) at Western Seminary completing the program in a record 2 years.  I was highly motivated to say the least.  So this past weekend - April 28, 2007 to be exact - I walked across the stage one final time.  This time I know what I want to be when I grow up . . . a child of God, husband to a beautiful wife, father to three amazing kids, friend to sinners and saints alike, and a catalyst for communities of faith where the Gospel transforms lives . . . just like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RjexfixMRwI/AAAAAAAAABI/bK5x1xqgwBk/s1600-h/dissertation+mailing+-+resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RjexfixMRwI/AAAAAAAAABI/bK5x1xqgwBk/s200/dissertation+mailing+-+resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059707861841233666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo) - I'm smiling because that package contains my completed dissertation . . . the most expensive package I've ever mailed (if you've ever paid tuition for an advanced degree you'll know what I mean!).  The dissertation is 220 pages and is entitled, "The Ministry of E3 Partners as a Case Study of Strategic Cross-cultural Short-term Missions."  If you're suffering from insomnia, I got your cure.  :)  Really, if you're interested in how to do short-term missions strategically then let me know and I'll e-mail you a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo) - In this one I'm smiling because my committee put their signatures on wh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RjezMyxMRxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GGb8wssdYfY/s1600-h/Multnomah+Falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RjezMyxMRxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GGb8wssdYfY/s200/Multnomah+Falls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059709738741942034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at was in the box . . . and because that meant me and my sweetie jumped on a plane and went to Portland, OR for my graduation.  On the day before rehearsal we took a Pacific Northwest road-trip.  Cat and I are at breathtaking Multnomah Falls in the Columbia River Gorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rje0ISxMRyI/AAAAAAAAABY/U2YLk6r4UGo/s1600-h/Oregon+Coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rje0ISxMRyI/AAAAAAAAABY/U2YLk6r4UGo/s200/Oregon+Coast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059710760944158498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo) - We had to get our money's worth out of our $17/day rental car so with gas at the bargain price of only $3.20 a gallon we turned around and drove to the Oregon coast . . . worth every penny!  Here's Catherine taking a walk on one of the most stunning coastlines I've ever seen near Seaside, OR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rje2eixMR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/hok3IpfJ-Ng/s1600-h/P4280289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rje2eixMR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/hok3IpfJ-Ng/s200/P4280289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059713342219503426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo) - Here is Dr. Enoch Wan, Division Chair for the Department of Intercultural Studies, donning me with the Doctoral hood.  It was quite an honor to be surrounded by such great men of God.  It was also quite humorous that we were all playing "dress up."  Many people ask me why I went on to pursue a doctorate.  My response, "The hats." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's humbling to know that my LORD showed grace, favor and gave me the perseverance to get to this milestone in the journey. And if you're still reading this, I ask you to take a moment and pray that God would use me and the training that I have received to expand His glory and increase my joy.  Thanks for joining me on the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-4345811725390306587?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4345811725390306587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=4345811725390306587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/4345811725390306587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/4345811725390306587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-milestone-in-journey.html' title='Another Milestone in the Journey'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rje1oCxMRzI/AAAAAAAAABg/LkeYOlP6AI0/s72-c/P4280272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-4487243741658942447</id><published>2007-03-20T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:53:06.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>I love it when a plan comes together!</title><content type='html'>When our training ended last weekend I was really ready to get home to my family.  I started wondering, "What am I doing sticking around for more meetings?"  Anytime I am away from my bride for long, those kind of thoughts begin to enter my head.  It's easy to get depressed out here even when things are going great.  The reason is that nothing is familiar.  When I'm at home I have pretty regular schedule for my days.  Things I touch, smell, see, and taste are familiar.  Out here, that's not the case.  At any rate, yesterday I got the answer to my question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened you might ask?  Did someone come to faith in Jesus?  Was a church planted?  Nope.  I had a day literally filled with meetings.  Doesn't sound too glorious does it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason that I was so excited when I went to bed last night is that a truly strategic plan seems to be coming together.  It is almost scary how big and how amazing it is.  I'm talking God-sized! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The population of India alone is equal to that of North America, South America, and Africa combined!  And yet as we sat in a tiny cheap hotel in Hyderabad yesterday, for the first time ever I could envision the completion of the Great Commission.  Are there formiddable barriers?  YES!  What is India?  Hindu majority.  2nd largest Muslim country in the world.  Soon to be the most populous country in the world surpassing China.  54% of the population here is under 25 years old.  Caste system still exists unofficially.  Wide-spread poverty.  Wide-spread Illiteracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I've been teaching all week that Jesus said, "I WILL build my Church and the Gates of Hades (I've seen them this week) will NOT prevail against it." So how will those barriers be overcome?  Through the power of the Gospel . . . the same way that the formiddable barriers that created your and my lostness was overcome.  The Gospel message travels quickly through networks.  And what we've been discussing in these meetings is exactly that - the networks that God is using to push back the darkness and let the Light shine in.  So I'm going to get up from this internet cafe computer now and step outside.  I'll immediately be assaulted by the smog and filth.  I'll be approached by the impoverished and asked for a blessing . . . and I'll give them one   I'll dodge trucks, cars, motorcylces, rickshaws, ox-carts and the like and cross the street headed back to that modest hotel.  And all the while I will be encountering a vast sea of depraved humanity in need of the Gospel that took hold of me and changed me.  And given the chance I'll share that message with passion.  But my confidence does not rest in the flesh, but in the Holy Spirit who gives life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I excited?  Because God Almighty has been working his GLOBAL PLAN OF REDEMPTION since the beginning of time and we're getting close to the end of it.  Things are accelerating at an alarming speed.  Networks are spreading throughout this country and beyond that can conceivably present an understandable Gospel message to every single person in our lifetime.  And I get to be a part of it.  And so do you!  &lt;em&gt;I love it when a plan comes together!&lt;/em&gt;  Look for more details about how you can be involved in this amazing plan in the coming days.  For now . . . I'm off to pack and on to Kolkatta (Calcutta) where I'm going to look beyond the barriers and see the Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-4487243741658942447?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/4487243741658942447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=4487243741658942447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/4487243741658942447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/4487243741658942447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-it-when-plan-comes-together.html' title='I love it when a plan comes together!'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-2031673810727678301</id><published>2007-03-19T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T02:46:03.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Church Multiplication Works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm back in Hyderabad now and involved in daily strategy meetings with our national director, Dani. He is an amazing man with a great vision for the expansion of the Kingdom here in South Asia and is already working out that vision through practical steps that I'll share more about later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished up the "Train the Trainer" conference in Kazipet on Saturday. We were overwhelmed with the way the LORD used the time. On Friday we went back to the villages t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rf4xf-i-YCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7zffjg43icI/s1600-h/2006070207350801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043523058136932386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rf4xf-i-YCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7zffjg43icI/s200/2006070207350801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat we had prayed in on Wednesday and evangelized on Thursday. This time however we were going to ground the believers through introductory discipleship and train them in how to operate house churches. As usual, the new beleivers brought others and we saw 6 more come to faith in Jesus at the 4 new house church gatherings. Virtually all of these Banjara gypsies that we were working among are illiterate. So we used the "7 Basic Commands of Jesus" to begin discipleship and they memorized those commands and understood them as the natural fruit of obedience through faith in Jesus. In the are where I was working there was 1 believer at the beginning of the week - Jothi. By the end of the week there were 5 other adults gathering at her house for worship of the One True God, along with about 30 children who learned several bible verses by memory. Some of the national leaders that we trained this week have been appointed as temporary area leaders to oversee these new churches until the locals are trained to lead them alone. We will be sending in solar-powered Audio New Testament Proclaimers so that they can study the scriptures on their own as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday night we held a graduation celebration where 24 national leaders covenanted with e3 Partners to become trainers in their respective states. These men will each be provided with Evangecubes and First Steps training manuals to equip national believers, evangelize the lost, and establish new churches in their State. I'll be sharing more later about how you can be a part of this amazing movement. We only selected the top quality leaders to become trainers and we are thrilled to think of how God is going to use them to reproduce this model throughout the region.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Dani, myself, and 2 other e3 leaders from the US worked together yesterday and today, we have formulated a 2007 plan and 2008 goals for expanding this network of church multiplication trainers. Tomorrow I'm headed off to Calcutta for more strategy meetings and then on home to my SWEET family on Thursday. I miss them dearly! Not long now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-2031673810727678301?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/2031673810727678301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=2031673810727678301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/2031673810727678301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/2031673810727678301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/03/church-multiplication-works.html' title='Church Multiplication Works!'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Rf4xf-i-YCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7zffjg43icI/s72-c/2006070207350801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-8735423668391960099</id><published>2007-03-19T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T02:25:44.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>The King of Kings Lives in Straw Huts</title><content type='html'>After several days of training 35 of our Indian brothers from 10 states across this vast country, we went out today and found that ours and your prayers had made the harvest field in 2 Banjara villages fertile.  This simple people who are living in thatch huts became hosts to the King of Kings today as our team left the classroom setting and put into practice what they have learned.  We had 34 people from 2 villages come to faith in Jesus alone in just 2 hours of evangelism practicum.  Friday we have 4 house church meetings planned where these new believers will be discipled and invite their families to hear the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our teams saw the King of Kings heal a paralytic!  PTL our God visits those who open their homes and hearts to him ... Be it a castle or a straw hut in rural India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-8735423668391960099?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8735423668391960099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=8735423668391960099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/8735423668391960099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/8735423668391960099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/03/king-of-kings-lives-in-straw-huts.html' title='The King of Kings Lives in Straw Huts'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-8608960484624978949</id><published>2007-03-14T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:25:36.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Blogging on a Blackberry? In India?</title><content type='html'>Yep ... You read it right.  I'm in Kazipet India blogging with my friends bberry.  Crazy!  Just wanted to let you know the training is going great.  Today we added lab to the lecture and went out to Banjara gypsy villages praying for the sick to prepare the soil for evangelistic outreach on Thursday.  Pray that these Hindus will encounter Jesus thru our witnessing.  Gotta run do a Muslim evangelism training ... Not to mention my thumbs are tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-8608960484624978949?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/8608960484624978949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=8608960484624978949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/8608960484624978949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/8608960484624978949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogging-on-blackberry-in-india.html' title='Blogging on a Blackberry? In India?'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-6182056506667428564</id><published>2007-03-12T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T02:53:21.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Praying for Encounters in India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flights from ATL to Hyderabad, India were long and grueling. But not without a divine opportunity. On one of the legs I sat next to Terrence - retired from the Army having served on the ground in Mogadishu during the "Black Hawk Down" days. He was shot once there. He served again for 3 years in the latest war for the liberation of Iraq. He was shot again there. Terrence recently retired from the Army and joined the Dept. of Defense and was on his way back to Bagdad as a translator. As I talked with him I learned that he was raised by a father who converted to Islam during his own military service stationed in Egypt. His mother is the daughter of a Baptist minister in Miami, FL. Interesting life, no doubt. Terrence considered himself a Muslim, although he affirmed that Jesus is the Son of God and that He died to save the world. Where Terrence stopped short however was that he said that although Jesus is the atoning sacrifice of God, that it is not necessary to become his "follower", but to believe is enough. So I sat for 9 hours next to a Muslim that believes in Jesus but sees no need to follow him. Where do you go with that? Needless to say I spent much of the time listening to him and responding to questions. I'd love to say that Terrence surrendered to Jesus before leaving the plane, but that's not what happened. Instead, today he's walking the streets of one of the most dangerous cities on the planet having heard the Truth of the necessity of surrender to Jesus, and yet choosing not to. Please pray for Terrence, that something I shared with him would stick and that the Holy Spirit would bring to remembrance our conversations and that he would repent and put his faith in Jesus alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RfTs9ei-YBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ixhPgHtgqq0/s1600-h/Charminar03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040914423850360850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RfTs9ei-YBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ixhPgHtgqq0/s320/Charminar03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After meeting more e3 folks in Frankfurt we headed on for Hyderabad. We arrived around midnight Saturday to a welcoming committee who placed flower garlands around our necks. These dear saints are members of the Banjara Baptist Fellowship and part of our team will be working with them in gypsy villages this week. We got up yesterday and headed to the airport supposedly to catch a flight to Nagpur to meet with our national director. That flight was cancelled and so we've been hold up in our hotel up to now waiting on Dani to come here instead. Pray that we find our purpose in this change of plans that God ordained. Pray for our training as it begins later tomorrow. May the name of Jesus be lifted up and glorified among the peoples of this city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-6182056506667428564?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/6182056506667428564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=6182056506667428564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/6182056506667428564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/6182056506667428564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/03/praying-for-encounters.html' title='Praying for Encounters in India'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/RfTs9ei-YBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ixhPgHtgqq0/s72-c/Charminar03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-7877328339135368137</id><published>2007-03-05T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:15:36.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>The Journey Continues . . . India-bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Reyi3GrZ6II/AAAAAAAAAAM/HiZCadtBnIE/s1600-h/Status+of+Global+Evangelism+Map+jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Reyi3GrZ6II/AAAAAAAAAAM/HiZCadtBnIE/s320/Status+of+Global+Evangelism+Map+jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038581150689912962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed for India this week to help forge a national church planting strategy.  I'm looking forward to the opportunity to equip 50 Indian nationals in biblical church planting principles and then coach them through the process in the weeks and months ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is REALLY moving in the Sub-continent and I feel humbled to be a part of that in some way.  See the map to the left - find India and you'll notice that its almost all red.  Red represents &lt; 2% evangelical.  1/6 of the world's population lives on the Indian sub-continent and it is less than 2% evangelical.  But I am not without hope!  I believe that the Holy Spirit of God is raising up people there and preparing them for an amazing outpouring of grace through the rapid advance of the Gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I be sensitive to the Holy Spirit and that I serve the nationals in a way that exemplifies the love of Christ.  Pray that the churches there will do what all churches were created by God to do - reproduce after their own kind - to the glory of Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-7877328339135368137?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/7877328339135368137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=7877328339135368137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/7877328339135368137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/7877328339135368137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/03/journey-continues-india-bound.html' title='The Journey Continues . . . India-bound'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_90DSUN_JTlM/Reyi3GrZ6II/AAAAAAAAAAM/HiZCadtBnIE/s72-c/Status+of+Global+Evangelism+Map+jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-117044309132082202</id><published>2007-02-02T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:24:45.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>My Heroes</title><content type='html'>Recently I had the privilege of gathering together with some of my heroes in the faith.  While highly publicized preachers and oft cited missionaries are known by many, these heroes of mine may never be published or heard of.  Nevertheless, they each hold a special place in my heart for various reasons that I will describe below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Devoted Family:  The Vegas of Panama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e3partners.org/latinamerica/bio-pa.html"&gt;Moises and Talsidia Vega &lt;/a&gt;were instruments of God in realizing my calli&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8024/1385/1600/186013/P1200094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8024/1385/320/919362/P1200094.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng to missions.  Back in 1996 I went on my first short-term journey to their home in Panama and worked alongside them to help establish a church.  This couple, along with their beautiful family that includes 5 children, have been serving the LORD faithfully in helping to spread a passion for Jesus throughout their land and beyond.  In particular, the Vegas have been instrumental in reaching out to the indigenous "Indian" tribes that trace back to the ancient Mayans.  We've made some long treks together through the jungles of Panama ministering to those forgotten people.  I have never encountered a family that is so dedicated to the cause of Christ from oldest to youngest as the Vegas.  For this reason, they are my heroes and I pray that my own family can be used in such wonderful ways to reach to "the least of these".  Visit the Vegas website to see more of what I'm talking about:  &lt;a href="http://www.mgpanama.com/MGPanama/Welcome.html"&gt;http://www.mgpanama.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Modern Apostle:  The Bejars of Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first got the privilege of working with &lt;a href="http://www.e3partners.org/latinamerica/bio-peru.html"&gt;Juvenal and Katty Bejar&lt;/a&gt; in Peru several years ago.  I have been amazed at their truly apostolic ministry in mobilizing churches to start literally hundreds of new churches in their own country and beyond.  I often call Juvenal my "modern day Paul" because he is so influential and catalytic in establishing churches.  Juven&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8024/1385/1600/345865/P1200102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/P1200102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;al is the pastor of a house church in Lima that has planted 14 other churches all pastored by men whom Juvenal has discipled.  He was not content with this admirable accomplishment, but went "national" starting several years back to mobilize Peruvian churches to send apostolic teams to other cities to start new churches.  I once had the privilege of leading a missions conference for Juvenal's house church network and was amazed when they applied the principles I had taught and put together their resources to send 4 long-term missionaries to Asia!  They have others that are in training currently to follow suit.  One of the most admirable qualities of the Bejars is their humility.  Although extremely influential across Peru, I have watched and learned from Juvenal that influence is not something to assert, but rather it is a stewardship to humbly use for the glory of Jesus.  It is my prayer that I can have vision and humility driven influence like the Bejars.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://robinsonadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://robinsonadventures.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to read several of my earlier accounts from working with Juvenal in Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In Love with the Church:  The Mennas of Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there is my brother &lt;a href="http://www.e3partners.org/africa/bio-et.html"&gt;Yosef Menna&lt;/a&gt; from Ethiopia.  Though I just &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8024/1385/1600/965444/P1200097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8024/1385/200/383300/P1200097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met Yosef a little over a year ago, I have watched and learned from this faithful Ethiopian disciple of Jesus.  I had the privilege to partner through prayer and finances for a season with he and his family and watched as they mobilized an entire denomination in their country to become missions-minded.  Yosef wrote a training guide to help Ethiopian churches send out indigenous missionaries using their own finances.  What started small has now spread to over 800,000 Ethiopian believers contributing to support 1000 Ethiopian church planting missionaries that are turning their country upside down.  Yosef is truly a man that knows how to maximize the potential of the Church.  It is my prayer that I can love and serve the Church with the same passion and dedication as the Mennas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they are . . . three heroes of mine.  You may never read of them anywhere else but here, but I can guarantee that they have left their mark on my life.  And anything the God should choose to accomplish through me and my own family, these saints of God will have played a big part in preparing for.  Take a moment now and pray for these families and for mine, that we can become more like them.  Click on their hyperlinked names to see how you can become more involved in their ministries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-117044309132082202?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/117044309132082202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=117044309132082202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/117044309132082202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/117044309132082202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-heroes.html' title='My Heroes'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-116362235728334011</id><published>2006-11-15T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:26:22.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moldova'/><title type='text'>A Cold Land and a Warm Home</title><content type='html'>I’ve just about recovered from our journey to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Moldova&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that spanned 10 extremely cold Eastern European days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was my first time to run a church planting campaign in &lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its funny – most people talk to me about how hard it must be to work on establishing churches in predominately Muslim areas, but after this journey I think that the spiritual numbness and apathy of secularism poses greater barriers than does any major world religion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bottom line however, is that God is working all over the world to redeem the lost to Himself, be it in the midst of fundamentalist Muslims, former Soviet secularists, and even Western democratic capitalists!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no culture that is impenetrable when the Holy Spirit works through obedient disciples of Jesus Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So with these thoughts in mind I wanted to share just a few stories from a field where the weather seemed to be an acting metaphor for the people’s spiritual vicissitude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew that I had messed up the moment I got off of the plane in the former Soviet city of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chisinau&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was well below freezing with blustery winds and I had failed to pack my winter coat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did bring a few sweaters that helped a bit, but my simple raincoat did little to break the cutting chill of the wind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I knew that my goal was to find warm places of refuge in an otherwise hostile climate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I began praying that the LORD would open homes of people who would share the warmth of hospitality so that I could share with them the warmth of His eternal gospel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;" wrapcoords="-81 0 -81 21491 21600 21491 21600 0 -81 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\COMPAQ~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="PB060126"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;On one occasion in the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;Malcochi&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; I had just encountered the poster child for the former Soviet Empire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This man was solemn and proud and had no need of a personal God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He described himself as a hard worker and regardless of what Scripture I quoted or what I said to him, he simply had no interest in the gospel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say I was a bit discouraged following that conversation but then my ministry&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/PB060126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/PB060126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; partner prayed and asked God to “put someone in our path”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Less than minute later we saw little Ana coming our way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we started to talk with her about why we were in her village, she quickly said “It’s too cold out here for such a deep conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please come into my warm home.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we went inside we knew that God was at work in Ana’s life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we shared the simple gospel she humbled herself and repented, placing her faith in Christ alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems like I’ve heard it so many times since I started in missions over 10 years ago – “I’ve been waiting for someone to come and tell me how I could know God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ana confessed that during Soviet times she struggled with the atheist ideology, but on the heels thereof, she really hadn’t a clue what kind of God, God is . . . or even if He could be known.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing how the physical chill subsided in the warmth of Ana’s home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But even more amazing was to watch the spell of a spiritual chill defrosting before our eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ana came in “out of the cold” and experienced the warmth of God’s love in Jesus Christ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a different day I went with brother Stas, who is a Russian-speaking pastor, to visit the home of one of his church members.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was particularly interested in this visit because Stas told me how he had become a pastor following a Global Missions &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:101.75pt;" wrapcoords="-114 0 -114 21448 21600 21448 21600 0 -114 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\COMPAQ~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.jpg" title="PB040090"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Fellowship (now e3 Partners) short-term campaign six years ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vera, whose home we were going to visit, had been one of the first people to receive Christ on that earlier campaign.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we arrived at Vera’s simple one room home, she began to share with me her story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Six years ago two North American’s named Ben and Carmen had knocked on her door and because she was extremely depressed and lonely, Vera had invited them in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vera went on to explain to us that she had been addicted to drugs back then and really had no hope for a better life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When that couple started to share God’s love with Vera, her heart melted and she put her faith in Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is even&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/PB040090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/PB040090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more amazing is that over the next two years that fledgling church plant followed up with Vera and helped her to get off of drugs and onto a new path that has brought life and peace to her even through difficult times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You see, in Vera’s one room home also lives her mother who had a stroke and is now incapacitated and fairly incoherent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vera’s 20 or so year old son also lives there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we sat on one sofa I looked around the approximately 10x10 room that is there home and wondered what life must be like for this family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One might think that Vera would be sad about her poverty, but the opposite is true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told of countless times when she had no money to buy groceries and on faith went to the market only to find a small amount of money laying on the ground on the way – enough to buy a few meals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And as I prayed with them they shared how God had provided Vera’s son with a new job that meant a steady income for them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw in pastor Stas that day something beautiful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has invested in this family – and dozens more like them – planting several more churches over the last six years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I needed to see that . . . fruit that remains and has multiplied over a period of time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So often I wonder what becomes of the people whose homes I have visited throughout my ministry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that most of them have experienced such a life transformation as Vera and her family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that Ana out in Malcochi will testify years down the road of how Christ has changed her life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I can say is that no matter how cold it gets in the world around us, the answer stays the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus Christ penetrates cold hearts and warms homes with His hope and peace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did it for Vera.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is doing it for Ana.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And He did it for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-116362235728334011?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/116362235728334011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=116362235728334011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/116362235728334011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/116362235728334011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/11/cold-land-and-warm-home.html' title='A Cold Land and a Warm Home'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-116178873407876179</id><published>2006-10-25T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:27:03.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moldova'/><title type='text'>Pray for our Journey to Moldova</title><content type='html'>I will be traveling with a team of 9 people from &lt;a href="http://www.hebronchurch.org/"&gt;Hebron Baptist Church&lt;/a&gt; to the Eastern European country of Moldova from November 1-10.  While there we will be engaging in a number of activities, all of which fall under our purpose statement at &lt;a href="http://www.e3partners.org/"&gt;e3 Partners&lt;/a&gt; where I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://worldatlas.com/webimage/countrys/europe/lgcolor/mdcolor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://worldatlas.com/webimage/countrys/europe/lgcolor/mdcolor.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;equipping&lt;/span&gt; nationals through both teaching and modeling.  In addition, I will be teaching a course on Muslim Evangelism at the College of Theology and Education to several dozen Muslim background believers from Central Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evangelizing&lt;/span&gt; the lost through appointments with the unbelieving family, friends and neighbors of our host church's members.  In addition we will be going house to house in some areas and hosting and "English Seminar" in one village where we will evangelize those attending and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal is to glorify God through the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;establishment&lt;/span&gt; of several new churches in areas that have no evangelical presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for these endeavors daily.  There is one village in particular where the Orthodox priest has warned that he will "run us off with pitchforks" if we attempt to evangelize there.  Pray for me as I try to meet with him early on in the journey and spiritually disarm his opposition.  In particular pray Acts 6:7 - that "the word of God spread and the number of disciples multiply.  And a great number of priests come to the faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for joining us on the journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-116178873407876179?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/116178873407876179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=116178873407876179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/116178873407876179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/116178873407876179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/10/pray-for-our-journey-to-moldova.html' title='Pray for our Journey to Moldova'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-116129008134478432</id><published>2006-10-19T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:31:45.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seminary'/><title type='text'>George featured on Southeastern Seminary's new promo video</title><content type='html'>Back in 1997 Catherine and I moved to Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary in Wake Forest, NC to prepare for a life of joining God on His mission to redeem the world. SEBTS has played a huge role in our lives even after our graduation in 2001. If God has called you to minister, we feel that there's no better preparation than an education from SEBTS. They now have a 4 year college, Masters, and Doctoral opportunities. 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Jourdan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=149da4a570b6d7a8158e13" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=149da4a570b6d7a8158e13&amp;amp;skin_id=0&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="328" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=149da4a570b6d7a8158e13&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;utm_medium=embed&amp;amp;skin_id=0&amp;coord=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/149da4a570b6d7a8158e13/0.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" height="35" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; height: 30px; width: 350px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/create?&amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=embed" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Edit video online at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;onetruemedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-116035588207971974?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/116035588207971974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=116035588207971974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/116035588207971974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/116035588207971974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-memory-of-susan-d-jourdan.html' title='In Memory of Susan D. Jourdan'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115584209872069723</id><published>2006-08-17T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:32:37.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>Pastor for a Month - Defending the Faith!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/BD5A-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/BD5A-29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post I mentioned J who is the provisional pastor for the house church that was planted in the wake of our visit to South Asia.  In a matter of weeks, J had gone from being alone in his quest to follow Jesus to leading a small congregation of about 10 new believers.  Part of that came through our sharing with his family.  The rest happened as J boldly began proclaiming the good news to his neighbors and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past week J was confronted by a Muslim cleric  who asked about the books that  J has been distributing through the shanty.  J was a little intimidated at first, but after some wise counsel and training from our missionary friend, he has since boldly shared with the cleric.  Here's the latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday morning I taught J some things about using the  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qur'an, because an imam from the area had heard that he had been  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baptized. He learned how there is no way to know for sure from the  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qur'an, or Islam, that we could go to heaven. Even (Muhammad) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does not know. How can common people (who follow him)? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J went after that  imam (following this training), and its sound like he cleaned his clock. I am pretty sure this  is the case because today the guy is coming back with a couple more  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"big" imams (leading Muslim "pastors"). They are also bringing the Hadith (interpretations of  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Qur'an). That is what an imam does after a good (theological) spanking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, when the imam said to J, "you have to  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go to the Mosque to pray," then J answered, "Why, does God live  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only there? Can He not hear us unless we are there? I have been given  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new life inside. I can pray anywhere and God hears me." We had been  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learning (through our studies together) from John 4 about true prayer and worship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Today I taught him from John 3. God has given us new life on the  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside. Everything in Islam is outside, but the God of the Bible  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;works on the inside as well. He makes us want to do right, and gives  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us the ability. In Islam, we have no way of knowing that God has love  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for us. But John 3 says, "in this way we know that God loved the  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;world; because he gave His only begotten Son, that anyone who  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believes in Him would not perish, but have everlasting life." If you  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont believe on the Son you are condemned already. Pray that these  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things would continue to reprogram (renew) J's mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pray that as J boldly shares these things with the Muslim leaders that they too would repent and turn to follow Jesus.  Ask the LORD of the Harvest to continue to work among this tiny house church and strengthen those in it to obey the commands of Jesus joyfully, no matter what the cost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115584209872069723?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115584209872069723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115584209872069723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115584209872069723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115584209872069723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/08/pastor-for-month-defending-faith.html' title='Pastor for a Month - Defending the Faith!'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115539483526337958</id><published>2006-08-12T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:33:17.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>Consider the Mustard Seed . . .</title><content type='html'>Jesus taught about how the tiny little mustard seed grew to become one of the largest of plants.  Often God uses small beginnings to bring about huge things, which magnifies His glory all the more.  The mustard seed illustration has "faith" as its subject.  The Scripture also says, "Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of Christ."  Three weeks ago I traveled with a small team to one of the most densely populated places on earth.  Our whole team could fit into one van.  We simply took the word of God and offered it to the Muslims there in a way they could understand it.  God is now taking His word and creating faith in the hearts of many there.  It started with a few and is spiraling outward.  The mustard seed is bursting through the surface of a once fallow ground.  May the fruit of that tree be to the glory of Jesus.   Here's the latest update from our missionary friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J - The guy that Glen, Holly, and I saw beside the road with the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goats. He told U he is ready to follow Jesus, but the his family  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all told U that they would reject their father. J is supposed  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be calling U back tonight. I told him to tell J that often  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the family will convert, but after a time of testing. J must  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love, respect, and provide for them. He must show them that Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;changed his life. J claims that he knows several others who would  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likely follow Jesus when he converts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R - R is the long haired guy that George's team visited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(see the video below called &lt;a href="http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/07/stories-from-south-asia-3-rashid.html"&gt;"Rasid's Story"&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last week U and I went to his house, but he was not at home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U returned again this week, but he wasnt in. Then yesterday he called  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U. He wanted us to know that he is still eager to be baptized, learn about having a house church, and he is following Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SK - &lt;a href="http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-us-to-your-leader-stories-from_26.html"&gt;This is one of the school master guys that George's  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-us-to-your-leader-stories-from_26.html"&gt;team visited&lt;/a&gt;. U says that he is ready to follow Jesus and be baptized.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He has expressed a desire to reach youth in his area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Pray that J count the cost, and believe deeply in Jesus. One  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good thing is that the guy who lives close to me in Khulna has this  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as his testimony. For 7-8 months he hung in there, and trusted in  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God. Then in one day God brought his wife and several others to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faith. U will share this testimony with him. Pray that the others  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J mentioned would come to Jesus soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. On Tuesday or so I will start formally training U on how to do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basic discipleship (7 commands of Jesus). He is trying to confirm times to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meet with these three men next weekend. Then he will go back and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confirm their faith. May they soon be baptized and follow hard  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after the Lord Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Pray for the man in Khulna who has lead several to faith. He is  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not educated much. He reads a little but doesnt write. I am going to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try to get U to help him some with his reading. As God to help  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him to learn the things we are teaching him. He is not an  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unintelligent man, but everything is just so new for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please commit these things to prayer and take time to praise the One who is making the mustard seed grow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115539483526337958?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115539483526337958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115539483526337958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115539483526337958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115539483526337958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/08/consider-mustard-seed.html' title='Consider the Mustard Seed . . .'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115521280709416917</id><published>2006-08-10T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:33:36.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>The Stories Keep Coming . . .</title><content type='html'>This is the latest from my friend in South Asia where we worked just a few weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tomorrow J is going to baptize another Muslim  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man. He has plans to baptize several women, but that has been  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;postponed for a little longer. His wife has an infection in her arm.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After it heals enough, then she and the other women will be baptized.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can pray for the hindu men that J has reached. One of them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had a job as a van driver for a school that he lost because of his  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conversion. Also,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/Joleel%20Baptism.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/Joleel%20Baptism.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; his family has physically assulted him, including  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mild clubbing. He is looking to move. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last week I met with them and think that we can pretty much call them a church now. They have tons of learning to do, but even took up an offering for the guy who lost  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his job. Now they want to buy the guy a ricksaw van. It costs about a  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;months salary for one of them ($55). They are just going to pass the  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hat around. I told them I would give, but that it would be as one of  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May the Lord blow there minds at what He can do among them. Ask  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him to show them that they are His people, and as such they can  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accomplish all of His purposes! The DNA for this church is great.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interestingly, the day before we gathered as a church J was at my  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;house. He asked me for a Bible because he didnt have one. I asked him  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why he didn't bring one to our study, and he said that he had given  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them all away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Praise God with me right now for this small house church meeting in a Muslim dominated land that they would be like the Bereans of old and "search the Scriptures" thoroughly.  Pray that God would sustain them as they face persecution and that they would draw closer to one another and to the Christ they now worship.  And finally, pray for our missionary friend who is there with his family nurturing this church and following up on many other contacts.  May the stories keep coming . . . to the glory of Jesus!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115521280709416917?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115521280709416917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115521280709416917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115521280709416917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115521280709416917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/08/stories-keep-coming.html' title='The Stories Keep Coming . . .'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115497681455976329</id><published>2006-08-07T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:33:57.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>South Asia Review</title><content type='html'>Here's a 14 minute photo/video montage summarizing the amazing journey our team shared in South Asia a few weeks back.  Simply click on the link below and "watch and be amazed" as Habbakuk says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love your feedback on my use of this type of media so please leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=f99c5164d21f5515530e9&amp;skin_id=0&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;utm_medium=image" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/frame?media=/media/9/18df1cbaabce8132/515d087284d42a19&amp;amp;frame=178" alt="View this video montage created at One True Media" title="View this video montage created at One True Media" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 South Asia Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115497681455976329?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115497681455976329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115497681455976329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115497681455976329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115497681455976329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/08/south-asia-review.html' title='South Asia Review'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115471488607354235</id><published>2006-08-04T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:34:16.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>Stories from South Asia - The End of the Story?  NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 6-9&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/walking%20with%20group.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/320/walking%20with%20group.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our journey had far exceeded our expectations up to this point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we made our way back to the regional city that our IMB friend calls home, we talked and praised God for giving us such inroads into an area where few if any believers had ever taken the good news. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God had blessed us and given us beautiful feet and had exalted the name of Jesus in the minds of thousands and in the hearts of a few.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we arrived at our friend’s home I must admit that I thought our work was pretty much finished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our plans were to go out and visit some contacts of one of our national brothers the next day, but we were not sure where that would take us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning we loaded up and spread out around the city for these “appointments” that had been arranged.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of our teams went to a local newspaper where they were greeted and interviewed about their faith in Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another group went to a home where there was a believing wife, but her husband was still committed to Islam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When one of our team members started sharing with that man, he came right out and said, “It is evident that Jesus is the Son of God!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shocked, Glen R. was about to ask him to commit alone when the man said, “Please, explain the way to follow Jesus fully so that my brother here can join me in this understanding.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Glen went on and shared the gospel and before leaving BOTH men had given their lives to following Jesus!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My visit that day was a bit different from what I had been experiencing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Katie and I went to a home of a middle-class secular Muslim family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were greeted by a young man who was in his early 20’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He spoke English fluently and had studied Western philosophy, being thoroughly indoctrinated in secularism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was also a musician and asked if he could play his favorite song for me . . . John Lennon’s “Imagine.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you know the lyrics of that song is proposes that religion and government are the cause of all the ills in the world and that by imagining a world without them we’d all be better off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I didn’t begin with the Koran on this one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ironically I found myself giving a philosophical response to all of the lyrics to that song calling into question what the end of such a “dream” would be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The young man was provoked to thought regarding the holes in secularism and we went on to discuss C.S. Lewis’ “Mere Christianity” and the claims of Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The young man had hailed Jesus as “a good man”, but I wouldn’t let him have it that way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lewis said that Jesus was either a liar, a lunatic, or Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Based upon his own claims, Jesus must either be God Himself or be the most deceptive or demented man who ever lived. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Faced with this, I asked the young man to reevaluate his thoughts of Jesus based upon history and upon Jesus’ teachings as found in the New Testament.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left there that day with a glimpse of what secularism will do to any person . . . it hollows them out and leaves them with nothing but questions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later that afternoon we made our way back to our host’s home and got ready for dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our host’s wife then came to me and asked if I would be willing to bring one other teammate along and go to visit the home of their electrician, who had converted from Islam back in January and needed encouragement because he was the only one in his family or community that is following Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bryan and I joined her and we made our way to a little shanty village alongside the railroad track.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we went in to this tiny home made mostly out of scrap wood and metal, the man’s wife and two sisters greeted us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Within a few minutes they were preparing hospitality for us and several neighbors had come in to see the white faces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With the man’s permission, I started to share the story of Abraham and how God had provided a substitute for his son on the altar. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From that I used the Evangecube and explained that everyone needs a substitute and that God Himself had provided the perfect One in Jesus Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I got to the end of my talk, all four women indicated that they wanted to repent and put their faith in Jesus!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not sure they fully understood, I asked our translator to explain it to them again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He di&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/Jamal%20and%20house%20church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/Jamal%20and%20house%20church.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d and they were more adamant than before that they indeed wanted to follow Jesus. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As we sat in that humble home praying we saw another four people birthed into the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Kingdom&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;God&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man, who had for 6 months been alone in his journey, now had the makings of a house church!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was so excited and so I went ahead and spent some time explaining discipleship and how to have a house church gathering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They each indicated their sincere commitment to continue to study the New Testament and to follow Jesus in baptism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we went back to our host’s home that evening I was amazed at how I underestimated the LORD once again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now would you believe that even after all that the LORD showed off one more time?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we were on the flight from &lt;st1:place&gt;South  Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt; back to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; I was seated next to a man who looked near 80 years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had on the strict Islamic garb and at one point he leaned over and asked what I was reading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him it was the Holy Bible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pulled me closer and said, “I have a secret for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus appeared to me many years ago when I was sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was about to die and he came to me and said that he would heal me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he did!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that I told him that Jesus could do more than heal his body, that he desired to heal his soul.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I shared with him for a while and then I pulled out a New Testament in his heart language and presented it to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pulled the book up close and peered through his glasses at it – and then kissed it repeatedly – holding it to his lips at least 30 seconds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the flight every time I looked over at him he was either reading the New Testament or smiling at me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one point I was standing up in the back of the plane with one of our team members and the man shuffled up and held up his fingers in the sign of the Cross and he leaned in close to David and me and said, “Jesus is now my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus is my blood!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After I got the team back to the States we received a follow-up e-mail from our hosts in &lt;st1:place&gt;South  Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt; telling us that the electrician had already won 3 more men to Jesus, baptizing 2 Muslims and a Hindu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/Joleel%20Baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/Joleel%20Baptism.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eir little house church grew from 1 to 8 in a week’s time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our national friends are heading back into the area where we worked this week to follow up on all of our contacts, including Rashid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They hope to remain there for several days teaching and baptizing those who came to faith in Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And one final note – our host was contacted by a Parliament member of the country who is a radical fundamentalist Muslim, who invited him to come and share with him what our team had shared with his family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That meeting took place on Tuesday of this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No telling what God is going to do there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I know is I’m beginning to understand that He is able to do immeasurably more than all I could hope or ask for!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115471488607354235?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115471488607354235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115471488607354235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115471488607354235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115471488607354235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/08/stories-from-south-asia-end-of-story.html' title='Stories from South Asia - The End of the Story?  NOT!'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115438399126075469</id><published>2006-07-31T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:34:35.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>Stories from South Asia - Encounter with the Police - Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 5&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the evening following our fourth day of outreach in this area some of the men on our team decided to go down the street from our hotel and get an old-fashioned straight razor shave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we made our way to the little open-front barber shop and as you can imagine, a crowd quickly gathered to watch us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we got our shaves, several of the team members took the opportunity to stand at the front of the shop and talk with the locals who were curiously looking in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At one point a man walked up and grabbed one of our translators and walked him across the street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Concerned, we quickly made our way out of the shop to find out what the problem was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man said that he was with the local police and that he had been sent to get information about “the group of outsiders who are giving out Christian literature in the surrounding areas.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not knowing the legitimacy of this plain-clothes man, we told him if he wanted information on us that he could get it from our hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We thought that would be the end of it, but it was not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/secret%20service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/320/secret%20service.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The man indeed showed up at our hotel a few minutes later demanding a copy of all of our passports and copies of the books that we had been distributing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We told him we would gladly give him copies, that we had nothing to hide regarding what we had been doing there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My concern was not for our short-term team, but rather for our IMB friends that were hosting us and especially for the national leaders who had been translating for us all week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Typically when there are problems with short-term teams, the team is simply told not to come back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But matters get more complicated for those who live in the country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sent the rest of our team up to the rooms and asked them to begin praying as I stayed down and tried to take care of the situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Within just a few minutes another man arrived introducing himself as the director of the secret police for this district of the country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was evident that he was telling the truth and that we had roused a little more attention that we had at first imagined.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asked if we could sit down and have a conversation and we agreed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He mentioned all of the areas that we had worked in for the last three days and said that his intention was not to harass us, but rather he was concerned that we had not come to the authorities and asked permission prior to our arrival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To that I was able to reply that we had indeed gone first to each local authority and shared with them in submission to their leadership and then asked them for permission to distribute in their area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This seemed to please the man and he reiterated again that he had no intention of harassing us, but instead wanted to insure our safety.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that he made a proposal that surprised me – he offered to give us free police escort into a new area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first I thought that he just wanted to keep tabs on us, but then after I talked with him a bit longer it became evident that he was genuine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the next morning when we headed out, we went to the area that this officer had directed us and sure enough, as soon as we got off of the ferry crossing two armed policemen greeted us and hopped into our vehicles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we got to the villages the policemen hopped out with us and escorted us to various local authorities where we toned back our presentation a bit, but continued our distribution nonetheless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The policeman that went out with Katie and me took us to a college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was quite a different setting than we’d had in the days prior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was obviously a religious stronghold and it didn’t seem that we were too welcome there, but what could they do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of their armed local policemen was telling them to listen to me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/BD6A%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/BD6A%20133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After receiving hospitality from the president of the college, he introduced me to about 25 of his teaching staff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I shared with them that I am working on my doctorate and that I am a follower of Jesus that is interested in studying and dialoguing with people of other world religions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After I shared briefly with them what the Koran says regarding Jesus and offered them New Testaments, I opened the floor for questions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Several of the teachers asked directly, “Are you coming to our country to preach Christianity?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To which I responded, “I believe that any person that is committed to their beliefs has an obligation to share those beliefs with others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I indeed preach, but not only with words, most importantly through my attitude and lifestyle.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that I told them if their own beliefs in Islam were grounded that they need not fear a Western man and woman who came to their country to talk about Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things started to get a bit more heated and one teacher asked even more directly, “Who do you say that Muhammad is?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I felt like Jesus before the Pharisees!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those outwardly religious whitewashed tombs were constantly trying to trap Jesus by getting him to say something that would legally open him up to prosecution.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although this country is democratic in nature, it is illegal to “blaspheme” Muhammad and if I walked into that trap then I could have some real trouble – not only with the policeman sitting next to me, but it could very well have resulted in a mob-like mentality there at the college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully the Holy Spirit gave me the precise words to respond with – “I say that Muhammad is exactly who he said he is in the Koran.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of you may be disappointed with my answer, but you need to understand that Muhammad says at one point in the Koran, “I am nothing new among the prophets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As for me and my followers, I do not know our eternal destiny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am only here to warn the people to return to God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The shrewdness of my response brought the police officer that was with us to visible and audible laughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think he knew what I had done through my reply . . . I forced those teachers to evaluate what Muhammad said about himself and then what they believed about him – two totally different conclusions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that we made our way out of the college leaving bibles and a copy of the Jesus film for them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  As we made our way back to the van, the officer kept directing me to people that I had inadvertently passed by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eventually he took stacks of the gospels and started handing them out himself!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/BD6A%20136.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/BD6A%20136.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e had become a bit more than security . . . he was now participating in evangelistic outreach!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The officers then took us to the district police station where we took tea with them and presented the entire force with their own copies of the New Testament and the chiefs and those who had accompanied us with whole bibles and Jesus Films.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were very gracious, as were we.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the day when we arrived back at our hotel our whole team rejoiced how God had taken a situation that could have meant real problems and turned it for our good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We lived Romans 8:28 that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115438399126075469?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115438399126075469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115438399126075469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115438399126075469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115438399126075469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/07/stories-from-south-asia-encounter-with.html' title='Stories from South Asia - Encounter with the Police - Day 5'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115438303555766463</id><published>2006-07-31T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:34:55.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>Stories from South Asia - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 4&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We decided to go to a different area on the fourth day so that we would not be backtracking too much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Katie, Jamal and I made our way into a small village only to find out that the local leader was away at a political rally that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we then asked if there were any other people of influence and someone directed us to a doctor’s office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now what you have in mind as a doctor’s office is nothing like what we entered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a wooden shack on the side of the road where a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/100_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/100_0179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well-dressed man sat reading the Koran.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we entered and sat down a small crowd gathered in the doorway peering in at us, curious to see what we’d come for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In our previous visits we had the luxury of privacy in individual’s homes, but it seemed that on this day, the LORD wanted us to have more of a public hearing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I started to share just as the days prior why we had come and what we wanted to discuss.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;By this time 3 other men had come into the tiny office and sat down: one a local Islamic school teacher (the type of school that teaches only the Koran and pumps out radicals), another older man that was wearing a political badge showing his allegiance to the fundamentalist opposition party, and a third gentleman that was a bit less assuming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When it came time for them to read the passages in the Koran that mention Jesus, the young teacher took the “honors” and began to sing in a melodious tonal voice the Arabic just as he taught it to his students.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It really was a bit eerie to listen to the Koran being sung with such passion and intensity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, when he finished and we started asking questions, he asked if he could look at our Koran that is in their local language to be clear on the meaning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s what is so crazy – the vast majority of Muslims in the world have no idea what the Koran actually says because they are not fluent in Arabic!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet they listen to their preachers spout off a bunch of political propaganda that has little to do with Islam and they take it as truth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just a side-note:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are a Christian and all you do is listen to what other people say about the Bible, you’re no better off than these men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Reformation led to an era when the gospel was translated into the common language (it had traditionally been only in Latin) of the reader/audience and I praise God for that privilege.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are believer-priests and must study to show ourselves approved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to the story . . . .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We stayed in that office for several hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was amazing to see our national translator Jamal really engage these men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a while I just looked at Jamal and said, “Brother, you say what the LORD puts on your heart . . . you’re not bound to trans&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/100_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/100_0175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lating for me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that he smiled and went on sharing intensely with them for some time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one point the local Imam (Islamic pastor) came in and sat down, which it was evident that all the people started deferring their answers to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all listened intently as Jamal shared about Jesus – how he is more than a prophet – and about the Bible – how it is reliable and has not been corrupted as the Imams often teach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He even used the Koran to validate his point that the bible is reliable by turning to several passages where Muhammad told his followers to go to the Bible if they have questions regarding the truth!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We didn’t see anyone come to faith that day, but we did see a major shift in attitudes about Jesus and the Bible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before we left, practically the whole town came out and asked for copies of Luke, to which we gladly obliged.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These men that we engaged were shocked that followers of Jesus were so devout.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They mentioned that all they had ever heard was how godless and immoral Christians are, but here we sat with a woman dressed modestly (Katie in her shari), reading and discussing from what they consider to be holy books, and even praying for them in Jesus’ name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t help but leaving there feeling an intense satisfaction that God is indeed working in ways that we can’t even comprehend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115438303555766463?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115438303555766463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115438303555766463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115438303555766463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115438303555766463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/07/stories-from-south-asia-day-4.html' title='Stories from South Asia - Day 4'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115411231037684293</id><published>2006-07-28T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:35:14.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>Stories from South Asia (3) - Rashid</title><content type='html'>Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you received the link to a video interview with “Rashid”, the gentleman that we spent our third day with.  Here is a brief summary of the events of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived back in the same area that we had worked in the two previous days.  It was extremely rainy – quite miserable to hop out of a perfectly dry van and begin walking through the deluge without a clue as to where we were actually going.  As we walked further away from the main road we didn’t see any people out to ask for directions to a leader’s house.  After about 15 minutes a small boy of about 6 years walked up beside us and asked where we were going.  When “Jamal” told him we were looking for a village leader he pointed back in the direction from which we had just come.  So we turned around and started backtracking.  After a while we came up on some teenage boys that were swimming in the river alongside the road.  They asked us the same question that the little boy had, and after our reply – “Take us to your leader.”  one of the boys hopped out of the river and turned us around once again.  We had passed this little trail twice, but now we had an escort.  As we walked through the mud and into the jungle we passed by a few modest homes and finally came up to one with a man standing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that when I first saw “Rashid” that I was a bit disappointed.  He appeared to be a less educated man and did not look as “refined” as the leaders whom I had spoken with the two previous days.  He led us into his home which was in stark contrast to our prior experience as well.  Katie and I sat on a small wooden bench attached to the front wall of the house.  Jamal and Rashid sat on a straw mat down on the dirt floor.  Beside us was a bed and the walls were made of planks allowing the daylight to shine through all around.  As I sat down, I was selfishly hoping that this visit didn’t last too long.  I wanted to move on to someone more influential.  So after we ate the bananas Rashid offered, I started right in with telling him why we had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment was almost magical.  As soon as I mentioned the name of Jesus, Rashid’s face lit up.  As he read the verses in the Koran that speak of Jesus, he smiled and paused several times.  After he finished reading the passage I had directed him to, Rashid’s story began to unfold.  It was back in the 1970’s that he lived in the capital city working for a railway company.  He had met a man there that was a follower of Jesu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/BD6A%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/BD6A%20086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s and the man and his mother had befriended Rashid, often talking with him about their faith.  But after several years of friendship Rashid was forced to move back home to his village and his relationship with that man came to an end because of the distance.  Rashid had often wondered about the Jesus that his friend had spoken of.  After moving back to his village, Rashid said that Jesus appeared to him in a vision.  This is not uncommon in the Muslim world.  Some estimate that at least half of Muslim Background Believers (MBBs) had a dream or vision where Jesus appeared to them preparing the way for their subsequent conversion.  In Rashid’s vision Jesus had told him, “Come follow me.”  Rashid had responded to the LORD by asking, “How can I follow you if I don’t know the way?”  Jesus told him that he would send someone to him to show him the way.  By Rashid’s estimation that vision had come some 20 years ago – and with stunning confidence he looked me in the eyes and said, “God has sent you here to show me how to follow Jesus!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that I realized that this was a rare case of ripe fruit hanging from the tree.  There was no need in going further in the Koran.  I went straight to the gospel, giving Rashid a copy of the New Testament explaining that this holy book contained the way of Jesus.  He kissed the book and held it to his heart.  Next I pulled out my Evangecube and shared with him the gospel, stopping and asking questions along the way to make sure he was understanding.  When I finally asked, “Rashid, who is Jesus to you?”  He responded, “He is my God!  He is my Savior!”   I immediately thought of the story of Cornelius in the book of Acts – how God had prepared him and then sent Peter to fill in the blanks and give him the gospel so that he could worship in spirit and in truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Rashid differently now, and I said to him, “My brother, today salvation has come to your home!”&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/BD6A%20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/200/BD6A%20085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He smiled and lifted his hands toward heaven.  After praying with Rashid I asked if it was okay for Katie to go behind the curtain in the back room and share with his wife, who had been peeking in on our conversation intermittently.  He seemed delighted and so Katie and Jamal went back and within minutes they emerged with even bigger smiles.  Katie whispered to me, “She heard all we were talking about out here and said she believes it all.  I shared the Evangecube with her and she asked Jesus to forgive her of her sins and save her.  She is now a follower of Jesus!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how we had underestimated this visit.  We had walked past the trail twice and redirected.  We had wanted to get this one over quickly, and it had turned out to be our best visit yet!  We spent the next hour or so talking with Rashid about the 7 Commands of Jesus which explain what it means to be a follower.  As I talked with him about baptism, he said he was ready.  But after consulting with Jamal we both felt that it would be better for a national to return in about a week and do that.  When I spoke with Rashid about making disciples he responded and told me that he would make 12 disciples just like his LORD!  So I gave him another 12 copies of the book of Luke and explained to him how he needed to study and then invite other men to his home for prayer, reading the word, he could then teach what he learned, and then they could worship together.  He told me that he would do it – he would devote 2 hours a day to studying God’s word and making disciples.  That’s amazing considering the fact that this man is a subsistence farmer spending most of his waking hours in the rice fields or fishing to provide food for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally left, Rashid walked us out to the main road.  We were overwhelmed with a sense of the grace of God.  It was evident that this was not about us!  We passed his house and God directed us right to it.  We wanted to get it over with, and God had prepared the&lt;br /&gt;way.  Now we walked beside a man that we were confident would become a house church leader in this area.  The rain had stopped and there were dozens of men out at the main road now.  When we arrived Rashid asked if we could go ahead and begin giving the word to these men.  We pulled out a stack of Luke’s and started handing them out, giving most of them to Rashid.  We encouraged our brother and told him that someone would be coming back to teach him soon and baptize him.  As we drove away on the rickshaw we smiled because Rashid was running from man to man with excitement giving them the word!  I do believe that this simple man will make quite a disciple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115411231037684293?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115411231037684293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115411231037684293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115411231037684293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115411231037684293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/07/stories-from-south-asia-3-rashid.html' title='Stories from South Asia (3) - Rashid'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115395210986822323</id><published>2006-07-26T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:35:41.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>Rashid's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=e27634c4ec959f5dbbfd6" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=e27634c4ec959f5dbbfd6&amp;amp;skin_id=0&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="328" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 2px; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 0px; height: 11px; text-align: center; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Take about 5 minutes to watch the story of how Rashid, a former Muslim, received a vision from Jesus over 20 years ago saying, "Come follow me." Today he learned just what that means and now he's a follower of Jesus already making disciples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/create?&amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=embed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&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/15087689-115395210986822323?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115395210986822323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115395210986822323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115395210986822323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115395210986822323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/07/rashids-story.html' title='Rashid&apos;s Story'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115392228950288325</id><published>2006-07-26T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:36:02.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>Take Us To Your Leader - Stories from South Asia (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/BD6A%20076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/320/BD6A%20076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day Two:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the second day we went right back into the same area as the day before, but this time concentrated on a different set of villages with the same strategy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When our teams split up, we each found someone and asked them to take us to their leader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes they would lead us to the home of a civic leader, sometimes a respected teacher, and at other times they would take us to their Imam (the Muslim equivalent of a pastor).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On this day Katie, Jamal and I were greeted within minutes by a well-respected teacher who led us to his home nearby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For about the first 30 minutes we went through the formalities of receiving hospitality again – some of the best mango, jack fruit, and guava that I’ve ever had!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before long we were beginning a conversation similar to how we had done so the day before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were two men in particular that sat and listened as we shared – I’ll call them Shah and Shem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shah was obviously a very educated man. &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\COMPAQ~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\02\clip_image001.jpg" title="BD6A 076"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He explained to us that he had once lived and worked in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Syria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and that now he was the head educator for this village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we entered into the discussion of the Koran, he immediately went through the rituals of bringing out his Arabic copy and read from it the passages that we asked about with enthusiasm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, when we asked Shah about the meaning of these passages he shyly admitted that his Arabic was rusty and he did not understand much of what he read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we offered him our copy of the Koran which had Arabic on one side and their local language on the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he read the passages in his own language a nervous smile came over his face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked Shah if the Koran taught that any other men were ever born of a virgin. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He replied with a definitive “No.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I asked him if the Koran attributed the power to raise the dead to any other man besides Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, the answer was “No.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked him where Jesus is now, to which he replied “At the right hand of God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then came the clincher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked him who a person should follow if they want to go to heaven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What Shah did next simply astounded me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without responding verbally he pulled out his pen and began writing notes in his Arabic Koran!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This might not seem like a big thing to Christians because we take notes and mark in our Bibles all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for a Muslim, this action was equivalent to desecration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was marking in the Koran questions that he had – his worldview was beginning to collapse!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could see how nervous Shah was in that moment so I told him a few parables to get him to go deeper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first parable was regarding our arrival in his village that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him that we had no idea where his home was, but that we arrived and asked someone where their leader was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The response was that someone went to Shah’s home and brought him out to us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I explained that had he not come out to lead us to his home, we would not have been able to find it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was his home and he knew better than anyone how to lead someone there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I compared humanity’s sinfulness to our inability to find our way to heaven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that point, I asked the question again – “Shah, if you want to find your way to God, who should you follow?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who does heaven belong to?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that Shah looked up and confessed, “Jesus is obviously the one whom I should follow if I want to go to heaven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Based upon what we have read, it seems that there is something totally different about him than any other prophet. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I must confess – it seems that Jesus is indeed God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was humbled and amazed to see how the Holy Spirit was working in this man’s life to bring him to this point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that I began to remind him of the story of Abraham and how God asked him to sacrifice his son – a story that is shared by Jews, Christians and Muslims alike.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked him what happened when Abraham obeyed God and placed his son on the altar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shah responded by saying that God provided a substitute sacrifice in the ram.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I took out my Evangecube and started sharing with him about the holiness of God and the sinfulness of man and how our sin separated us from God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I asked Shah, “Where is your substitute?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Abraham was sinful, surely we are.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I opened the Cube up to the second picture with Jesus hanging on the Cross, Shah looked on intensely nodding his head. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Yes.” he said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Jesus must be the substitute for us all.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I progressed through the gospel presentation Shah affirmed that Jesus is the only way to know God and that he died to take on our punishment and rose to conquer death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But when I asked him to respond by placing his faith in Jesus and following him fully – trusting his word alone – Shah hesitated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Katie and I felt that at that moment Shah’s heart lay bare before us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything he had ever believed came crashing in upon him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next thing he said still amazes me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“God sent a Hindu to my people to translate the Koran from Arabic to our language so that we could read it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And now he has sent a Christian to explain that even it points back to Jesus and the New Testament.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What good are the Muslims anyway?” We asked if we could pray for him that as he sought after Jesus that he would have the courage to follow the Truth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and the other men in the room gladly obliged. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We knew that had we pushed him to make a commitment that day before he processed everything fully he would have had a very difficult time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we asked for permission to send someone back to him to teach him more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As our time in Shah’s home came to an end, he joyfully received a copy of the Bible and Jesus film along with the other men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He agreed to study it intensely and to continue to seek God’s guidance so that he could know God personally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As he walked us back to the road, once again we rejoiced that God had accomplished more than we could have hoped or asked for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are confident that as the word of God spreads, the number of disciples will indeed multiply (Acts 6:7).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would you join us in prayer for Shah, Shem and their village as the IMB field representative goes back to this home in the days to come to explain more fully the words of Life?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stay tuned for another amazing story tomorrow!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115392228950288325?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115392228950288325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115392228950288325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115392228950288325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115392228950288325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-us-to-your-leader-stories-from_26.html' title='Take Us To Your Leader - Stories from South Asia (2)'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-115392015409250771</id><published>2006-07-26T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:36:24.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Asia'/><title type='text'>"Take Us To Your Leader"  - Stories from South Asia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day One&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we entered the village of this Muslim dominated community we were overwhelmed by a sense of oppression and darkness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was evident by the stares that we received that outsiders did not come around here too often.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we walked through the narrow street I started to sing out songs of worship, partially to ease my own anxiety, and partially to minister to the team that I was leading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also prayed that the LORD would reveal to us a sign of receptivity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just a few minutes later we sat in a dingy little restaurant eating our rice and one of the young ladies on our team noticed that she was being stared at by the women in the kitchen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wearing the traditional dress of the women in that culture to show modesty and religious devotion, Cammi responded to the stares with a gentle smile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result she was invited back to the kitchen and greeted with smiles and laughter . . . a crack emerged in the darkness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had come to this Muslim stronghold with Luke 10 being our primary strategy:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 5pt 0.5in; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;After this the Lord appointed seventy-two&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Luke+10&amp;passage2=&amp;amp;passage3=&amp;passage4=&amp;amp;passage5=&amp;version1=31&amp;amp;version2=0&amp;version3=0&amp;amp;version4=0&amp;version5=0&amp;amp;Submit.x=18&amp;Submit.y=15#fen-NIV-25357a#fen-NIV-25357a" title="Go to"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; others and sent them two by two ahead of him to every town and place where he was about to go. &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;He told them, "The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field. &lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;Go! I am sending you out like lambs among wolves. &lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Do not take a purse or bag or sandals; and do not greet anyone on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 5pt 0.5in; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;"When you enter a house, first say, 'Peace to this house.' &lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;If a man of peace is there, your peace will rest on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;; if not, it will return to you. &lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;Stay in that house, eating and drinking whatever they give you, for the worker deserves his wages. Do not move around from house to house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 5pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;"When you enter a town and are welcomed, eat what is set before you. &lt;sup&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;Heal the sick who are there and tell them, 'The &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;kingdom&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename&gt;God&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is near you.' &lt;sup&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;But when you enter a town and are not welcomed, go into its streets and say, &lt;sup&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;'Even the dust of your town that sticks to our feet we wipe off against you. Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; be sure of this: The &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;kingdom&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename&gt;God&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is near.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as we split up and went out two by two, each team was accompanied by a believing national leader that would serve as translator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Katie and I made our way down the street toward the village area to which the IMB field missionary had assigned us, a shopkeeper called out to us and invited us in for tea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first I wanted to go in, but then I remembered the words of Jesus – “do not greet anyone on the road”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I politely declined, but mentioned that I may stop back by on my return.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just so happened that in that moment a modified rickshaw driver approached and said he lives in the village we were going to and that he would be our guide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we jumped on that “village Mercedes” (this is what our national friend “Jamal” calls the bicycle with a flat bed) and off we went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jamal requested that the driver take us to the ruling elder in that village.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A short time later we arrived in the village and the driver walked us up to a rather large house set back in the lush green jungle of this rain soaked land.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we entered we were greeted by “Amos”, the ruling elder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We used the traditional greeting “A salam aley kum”, which means “May peace be upon you.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amos responded, “Waley kum salam”, which means “May peace be with you also.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we sat down and received the tra&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/100_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/320/100_0135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ditional hospitality of food and drink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we started to talk with Amos and a few other men in the home we noticed that the women of the house were behind a drawn curtain and so I requested permission for Katie to greet and visit with them there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she tried to communicate with the women in the back of the house, I started explaining to Amos why we were visiting his village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him that we were followers of Jesus and that we had recently learned that the Koran contains some information about him so we wanted to gain a better understanding of what Muslims believe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They seemed very open to such a discussion so I continued by asking them to read a portion of the Koran that affirms the virgin birth, holiness, power over death, and even the presence of Jesus at the right hand of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Granted, even with all of this information about Jesus, the Koranic witness to Christ is NOT sufficient for salvation, nor are we affirming it as a holy book.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Instead, we use what the Koran teaches about Jesus as a bridge to a deeper conversation about the identity of Jesus’ claims of his own deity in the New Testament.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most Muslims are unaware that the Koran contains these verses and when they see it in their own book, they are open to further conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was amazed as we discussed these verses and as I asked them their meaning, how the Holy Spirit began to elevate their view of Jesus from that of a prophet to being something much greater.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This conversation allowed me to share my own personal testimony as well as some of what the Gospels teach about Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After about 2 or 3 hours we asked for permission to pray for their family and their village in the name of Jesus, to whi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/100_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/320/100_0136.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ch they readily agreed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Katie prayed over the matriarch of the family that Jesus would bring healing to her body as she was suffering some kind of sickness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I prayed that God would reveal himself to this family through Jesus and that their home would become a lighthouse of truth for the entire village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After our prayers we presented each of the men present with a copy of the Bible in their own language, at which they were obviously moved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we left Amos escorted us back to the road and motioned for us to follow him into the village center.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we approached with this prominent civic leader hundreds of men, women and children began to surround us asking Amos who we were and what we were doing there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In order to show the residents his approval of our presence there, he sat us in the seats where the elders met to discuss important matters and had tea served to us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we talked more I asked Amos if he would mind if we gave New Testaments to each of the town elders and he agreed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I pulled the stack out of my bag, the Holy Spirit impressed upon me that Amos should be the one to distribute them because he would know who th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/100_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/320/100_0137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e men of authority were – and also his authority would be behind the distribution communicating to the residents that it would be okay to read and discuss the things in these books.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With pride Amos stood and spoke to the crowd explaining our visit and then he gave each elder a New Testament.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone seemed so excited that I grabbed a stack of the book of Luke out of Katie’s bag and told him that he could also present those to heads of household.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a matter of minutes the Word of God was the center of a buzz rippling out from this town center.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People were reading and discussing it all around us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just before we departed we donated our remaining copies to be given to all the high school teachers because the head teacher had arrived and joined us there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We asked if they had a video player and they responded that the village had one player and they have “movie night” once a week where virtually everyone comes out to watch whatever movie is being played.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We gave them a copy of the Jesus Film, which incidentally follows the book of Luke, and they assured us that they would have a big party and show the film that very week so that everyone in the village could understand why we had come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we hopped back onto our village Mercedes and rode away, Katie, Jamal and I could not help but praise our God for being faithful to His word and opening the way so that this entire village would have access to the Gospel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had made arrangements to send a national leader back there to discuss and further teach them and we are confident that many who will be studying the word there in the days to come will indeed become worshippers of the Living Word – Jesus – in due time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we arrived back at the van to regroup with the others teams the whole area was buzzing with excitement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dozens were standing around listening to various team members share about Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many came to ask for copies of Luke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even the local police Commander and several of his officers were there, each with a bible in hand, discussing the way of Jesus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just before we left, our rickshaw driver came up and reminded me that we had told the shopkeeper that we would stop back by to talk about why we had come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This driver had been there for the entire visit in the village and had gotten a copy of the Scriptures himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, he said to us that he understood that we had to leave but that he would personally deliver a copy of the New Testament to that shopkeeper and explain to him everything that he had heard us discuss that day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What an amazing day it was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God had opened the way and literally thousands had received the word of God in their hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it is up to the Holy Spirit of God to convince them in their hearts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was just the first day! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stay tuned for more stories from the field tomorrow . . . &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-115392015409250771?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/115392015409250771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=115392015409250771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115392015409250771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/115392015409250771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-us-to-your-leader-stories-from.html' title='&quot;Take Us To Your Leader&quot;  - Stories from South Asia'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114865603979938731</id><published>2006-05-26T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:36:46.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Free at Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.richarddeantaylor.com/images/shackles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.richarddeantaylor.com/images/shackles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1 Peter 2:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16 Live as people who are free, not using your freedom as a cover-up for evil, but living as servants &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="b1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Greek 'bondservants'" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=1+Peter+2%3A16#f1f1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;[1]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt; of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ignorance of foolish men holds most of humanity in bondage. Foolish men seek earthly treasure over the heavenly. They seek immediate gratification through enjoying the pleasures of sin for a season. Delayed gratification offers lasting pleasure that honors God. Foolish men lord themselves over others and lead them by force, rather than humbling themselves and leading as a servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be a foolish man, but at times I clothe myself with those chains of bondage. Father, you beckon me to “live as free”, so why do I so often seek freedom by going back to those things that once held me captive? Jesus, you are the great Liberator! You have set me free, now help me to remain free. Don’t allow my shallow heart to use the freedom that you purchased with your blood as an excuse for my reckless behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What prisoner of war long held captive and tortured physically, emotionally and spiritually, would then turn on his liberator and walk back into that dungeon of despair knowing his freedom was bought with the blood of an innocent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ my King – my Liberator – you have led me out of captivity and I am free, not to do as I please, but free to serve you, my gentle and merciful ruler. Let me honor you with the life that I choose. I choose to serve you and to be loved by you. I choose to cast aside my foolishness. My servitude in your great Kingdom has brought me freedom. May I roam the landscape of your Kingdom freely always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114865603979938731?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114865603979938731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114865603979938731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114865603979938731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114865603979938731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/free-at-last.html' title='Free at Last!'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114849237814545708</id><published>2006-05-24T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:37:09.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Glove on God's Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Peter 2:13-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13Submit yourselves for the Lord's sake to every authority instituted among men: whether to the king, as the supreme authority, 14or to governors, who are sent by him to punish those who do wrong and to commend those who do right. 15For it is God's will that by doing good you should silence the ignorant talk of foolish men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submission is a difficult thing for me.  I have trouble submitting to the LORD who created me, sustains me, and holds my destiny in his hands.  And that same LORD is telling me to submit to those in authority with whom I could argue that I have as much right to “rule” as they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that what you’re saying here LORD is that those earthly rulers are like a glove on your mighty hand – an extension of your authority in over my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of those animal kingdom shows where there is a dominant leader in the pack and the other members know their place.  Like one of those animals vying for authority, sometimes I think more highly of myself than I ought and thus I challenge your authority over me.  But burned on the canvas of my mind is a picture of the fierce and rightful ruler, hovering over the cowering challenger who knows he’s met his match.  Tail tucked in, he’s learned submission through fear.  So I too must submit out of reverence for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of my relationship to my government, to my employer, and to my church.  I challenge authority on every level all the time.  I may know as much about the issues as a politician; I may have what I consider better insight and education than my employer; and I may even have a more biblical worldview and gifting as a teacher than some pastors.  Even so, they are the glove on your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to submit out of reverence for you and for your name’s sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114849237814545708?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114849237814545708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114849237814545708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114849237814545708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114849237814545708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/glove-on-gods-hand.html' title='The Glove on God&apos;s Hand'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114839682996282156</id><published>2006-05-23T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:37:30.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Sidetracked Sojourners and Truckstop Pilgrims</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Peter 2:11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear friends, I urge you, as aliens and strangers in the world, to abstain from sinful desires, which war against your soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30396"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I am a pilgrim and sojourner simply passing through this world then why is it that I have become so settled and contented making myself at home?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is as if on my way to &lt;st1:place&gt;Disneyworld&lt;/st1:place&gt; I stopped at a Motel 6 and became so fascinated with the kiddie pool that I forget the sheer wonder of my final destination! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Sojourner” describes the relationship with where I am now along the road of sanctification.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It implies constant movement and never settling in.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Pilgrim” describes the relationship between where I am now and my final destination.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A pilgrim has a destination in mind and stops at nothing to get there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Along the journey from salvation to sanctification and onward to glorification in heaven, I must recognize that the desires of my flesh that once reigned unjustly over my body like Jadis over Narnia – those desires are in relentless pursuit of me, beckoning me to forget the destination and the One who awaits me there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those desires beg me to return to the familiar land of complacency.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I travel I am fighting this war for my own soul and it is a fight for nobility which has been bestowed upon me by the King himself.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many along my path will have no concept of my sojourn or the destination and they will be threatened by the passion with which I move through this decaying world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I must maintain the King’s nobility and represent him well so that when he greets them with an invitation to join him, they will be encouraged by the memory of a pilgrim they once met along the way, and as a result join the only trustworthy pursuit in life- that of the Kingdom of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114839682996282156?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114839682996282156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114839682996282156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114839682996282156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114839682996282156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/sidetracked-sojourners-and-truckstop.html' title='Sidetracked Sojourners and Truckstop Pilgrims'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114770179594528085</id><published>2006-05-15T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:37:50.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Temple Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1 Peter 2:4-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him— 5you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 6For in Scripture it says: "See, I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious cornerstone, and the one who trusts in him will never be put to shame."[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1+Peter+2&amp;passage2=&amp;amp;passage3=&amp;passage4=&amp;amp;passage5=&amp;version1=31&amp;amp;version2=0&amp;version3=0&amp;amp;version4=0&amp;version5=0&amp;amp;Submit.x=0&amp;Submit.y=0#fen-NIV-30390afen-NIV-30390a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;] 7Now to you who believe, this stone is precious. But to those who do not believe, "The stone the builders rejected has become the capstone,[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1+Peter+2&amp;amp;passage2=&amp;passage3=&amp;amp;passage4=&amp;passage5=&amp;amp;version1=31&amp;version2=0&amp;amp;version3=0&amp;version4=0&amp;amp;version5=0&amp;Submit.x=0&amp;amp;Submit.y=0#fen-NIV-30391bfen-NIV-30391b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;]"[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1+Peter+2&amp;passage2=&amp;amp;passage3=&amp;passage4=&amp;amp;passage5=&amp;version1=31&amp;amp;version2=0&amp;version3=0&amp;amp;version4=0&amp;version5=0&amp;amp;Submit.x=0&amp;Submit.y=0#fen-NIV-30391cfen-NIV-30391c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;] 8and, "A stone that causes men to stumble and a rock that makes them fall."[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1+Peter+2&amp;amp;passage2=&amp;passage3=&amp;amp;passage4=&amp;passage5=&amp;amp;version1=31&amp;version2=0&amp;amp;version3=0&amp;version4=0&amp;amp;version5=0&amp;Submit.x=0&amp;amp;Submit.y=0#fen-NIV-30392dfen-NIV-30392d"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;] They stumble because they disobey the message—which is also what they were destined for. 9But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 10Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the religious elite controlled the Temple, which was the symbol of God’s presence, that building was already crumbling before its destruction in AD 70. The moment that Emmanuel cam to Israel the Temple began to lose its significance. After all, the building symbolically housed God’s Shekinah glory, but his glory could not be found there. Instead it was found in human flesh wandering around the Galilean countryside. Like a stone rejected, the religious found no place for Jesus in their religious system. But he who was rejected became the chief cornerstone for the new and living temple of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This temple would be mobile, like the Tabernacle. The other was stationary. This temple would be for all nations and made from “stones” found and chosen at the four corners of the earth. The Temple in Jerusalem gave preference for Jews and was proudly quarried close to home. The new temple brought with it a new and representative priesthood. The old was by birthright and privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the religious leaders walked ceremonially through the old Temple, they literally stumbled over the Rock – the LORD Jesus Christ. His appearance was rough and he did not fit their meticulous plans. So they rejected him and sent him outside the city walls to be crushed for gravel and used to walk upon. He was crush, but with every blow of their hammer a piece of Messiah grew into another spiritual stone. They could not diminish his influence. They only expanded it as the new temple came to life through his resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have become one of his elect – a chosen generation – a priest in his service. As a small, insignificant stone in the glory of his new temple called the Body of Christ, my presence beckons me to proclaim what the religious of his day could not see. Though I once was a useless piece of gravel, he has chosen me and incorporated me into his master plan. I stand only because the Chief Cornerstone is my foundation. I have obtained his disturbing mercy and have been made to understand what so many have missed – that the eternal Word of God is none other than Jesus the Messiah. And because I now believe, I will never be put to shame. I am a chosen part of his glorious new Temple – the Body of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114770179594528085?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114770179594528085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114770179594528085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114770179594528085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114770179594528085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/temple-today.html' title='The Temple Today'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114735716485314370</id><published>2006-05-11T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:38:09.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Tree in Me</title><content type='html'>1 Peter 1:25-2:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25but the word of the Lord stands forever."[a] And this is the word that was preached to you. 1Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind. 2Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, 3now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of the Lord which endures forever is the gospel that was preached to me. The gospel then endures forever. And if I am born again by that word being planted in my heart and mind as an incorruptible seed, then the Tree of Life has sprouted forth in the garden of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Adam, I am to tend to the garden and may eat the fruit therein. But there was another tree in Adam’s Garden as there once was in mine. The moment Christ broke through with his precious blood, the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil began to be uprooted and started itself dying, even as the Tree of Life started to grow. As the keeper of my garden I must clip the roots of the evil tree which are malice, deceit, hypocrisy, envy and evil speech. The Devil who planted that tree has spent years nurturing its roots. He acted with malice against Yahweh to destroy His good creation. The Devil’s hypocrisy was evident in that he disguises himself as an angel of light. It was his envy of God’s glory that set things in motion. And through evil speech he spread his filth depositing the seed of sinful nature into all mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Christ Jesus has reestablished the Tree of Life through his eternal word planted in me. The growth is new and young and must be nurtured as a babe growing by its mother’s milk. So too, I must desire the pure milk of the word that the Tree of Life would grow in me and bear eternal fruit. If indeed life is in me, then I will desire what brings life and shun that which brings death. I have tasted O Lord that you are gracious . . . bring forth the fruit of the Spirit in me as I drink in your eternal and incorruptible word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114735716485314370?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114735716485314370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114735716485314370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114735716485314370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114735716485314370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/tree-in-me.html' title='The Tree in Me'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114727450598424505</id><published>2006-05-10T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:38:34.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Deadly Rationalism in Preaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll make a departure from the norm again today and post a quote from one of my favorite author/preachers, A.W. Tozer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;And my speech and my preaching were not with persuasive words of human&lt;br /&gt;wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that your&lt;br /&gt;faith should not be in the wisdom of men but in the power of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--1 Corinthians 2:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is today an evangelical rationalism not unlike the rationalism&lt;br /&gt;taught by the scribes and Pharisees. They said the truth is in the&lt;br /&gt;word, and if you want to know the truth, go to the rabbi and learn&lt;br /&gt;the word. If you get the word, you have the truth....&lt;br /&gt;But revelation is not enough! There must be illumination before&lt;br /&gt;revelation can get to a person's soul. It is not enough that I hold&lt;br /&gt;an inspired book in my hands. I must have an inspired heart. There is&lt;br /&gt;the difference, in spite of the evangelical rationalist who insists&lt;br /&gt;that revelation is enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His days Christ's conflict was with the theological rationalist.&lt;br /&gt;It revealed itself in the Sermon on the Mount and in the whole book&lt;br /&gt;of John. Just as Colossians argues against Manichaeism and Galatians&lt;br /&gt;argues against Jewish legalism, so the book of John is a long,&lt;br /&gt;inspired, passionately outpoured book trying to save us from&lt;br /&gt;evangelical rationalism--the doctrine that says the text is enough.&lt;br /&gt;Textualism is as deadly as liberalism. Faith Beyond Reason, 23-24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Lord, I believe strongly in the inspiration and authority of the&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures; I am committed to expository preaching. So I see the&lt;br /&gt;danger and pray that You might keep me from this error of&lt;br /&gt;textualism. Amen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114727450598424505?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114727450598424505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114727450598424505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114727450598424505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114727450598424505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/deadly-rationalism-in-preaching.html' title='Deadly Rationalism in Preaching'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114718136181823826</id><published>2006-05-09T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:38:57.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Seed of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1 Peter 1:22-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart.[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1+Peter+1&amp;passage2=&amp;amp;passage3=&amp;passage4=&amp;amp;passage5=&amp;version1=31&amp;amp;version2=0&amp;version3=0&amp;amp;version4=0&amp;version5=0&amp;amp;Submit.x=0&amp;Submit.y=0#fen-NIV-30381bfen-NIV-30381b"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;] 23For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God. 24For, "All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;  the grass withers and   the flowers fall,  25but the word of the Lord stands forever."[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1+Peter+1&amp;passage2=&amp;amp;passage3=&amp;passage4=&amp;amp;passage5=&amp;version1=31&amp;amp;version2=0&amp;version3=0&amp;amp;version4=0&amp;version5=0&amp;amp;Submit.x=0&amp;amp;Submit.y=0#fen-NIV-30384cfen-NIV-30384c"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;] And this is the word that was preached to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of God you have purified my soul with the truth of your word by enabling me to obey and become as you – filled with sacrificial love.  Where your kind of love is lacking in me, I pray that you would bring conviction through your word and fill those voids so that I may love fervently and without regard for what I may get in return.  The love of this world is turned upside down.  We love as long as we are getting something in return.  But that is not the way that you love Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love because of who you are, first and foremost.  You loved me before I returned the affection.  While I was rebellious and filled with sinful pride you modeled your love and confirmed it through the death of your Son, my Savior and King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am enabled to love purely and fervently because your sacrificial love has brought a harvest of righteousness into my heart enabling me to do so unconditionally and mercifully.  And when I do love as you, you get the glory, not me.  The seed of that love has been your living and abiding word which bears the fruit of your love within me.  It is through that word that I have been born again into a life of obedience.  And your word is what makes me eternally alive.  My body and its desires live but a season, but your word planted within my heart endures forever and bears a harvest of righteousness to your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my heart and mind be transformed by your eternal word today.  Make me to have your kind of sacrificial love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114718136181823826?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114718136181823826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114718136181823826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114718136181823826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114718136181823826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/seed-of-love.html' title='The Seed of Love'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114711812931573101</id><published>2006-05-08T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:39:16.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>God's Disturbing Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1 Peter 1:17-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17Since you call on a Father who judges each man's work impartially, live your lives as strangers here in reverent fear. 18For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your forefathers, 19but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect. 20He was chosen before the creation of the world, but was revealed in these last times for your sake. 21Through him you believe in God, who raised him from the dead and glorified him, and so your faith and hope are in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I call on you this morning knowing that you are the impartial judge of my life.  I know that I am in Christ and that it is his virtue that brought me into your disturbing mercy to begin with.  Though I’m a child, yea because I am a child you have warned me to live with a healthy and reverent fear of what you think of my life.  Your grace and mercy do not cancel out your justice.  Rather, your grace and mercy are complimentary of your justice.  In light of what a short life I will have here on earth compared with the vastness of eternity awaiting me, I should live with a constant thought toward pleasing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be confident that the blood of Christ, more precious than any substance, has redeemed me like a prisoner of war bought back from captivity.  What prisoner of war would come back to his own camp having been freed by the sacrificial death of his future king and then turn and work for the one who held him captive?  Blatant sin in the life of a believer is tantamount to treason and treachery.  And I am guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I confess that I have failed to honor your Son’s redemption of my soul by living with little regard for what you think of me.  Your word says that your plan of redemption was put into effect before my rebellious fathers turned away from you.  Just as you raised Christ Jesus from the dead, I pray that you would infuse me with resurrection power that I might die to sin and live to Christ.  And when that happens, I know that I will fare well at your Judgment.  Pour out your mercy and grace upon me and make me holy as you are holy.  My hope rests not in myself, but is in you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114711812931573101?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114711812931573101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114711812931573101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114711812931573101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114711812931573101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/gods-disturbing-mercy.html' title='God&apos;s Disturbing Mercy'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114686308380524942</id><published>2006-05-05T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:39:34.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Godly Desire:  the Fuel for a Life of Purpose</title><content type='html'>“&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;May He grant you according to your heart’s desire, and fulfill all your purpose.” – Psalm 20:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your heart’s desire?  What is your purpose in life?  Our glorious Creator had in mind for us a purpose when He thought us into existence.  So our purpose in life is God-ordained and will be found by us only when we pursue God Himself.  If we seek our purpose apart from God, we will come up empty-handed.  “Seek first His Kingdom” (Matthew 6:33) gives us insight into this universal quest:  our general purpose in life is to establish the rule of God in our hearts.  But what about our specific purpose as individuals?  What is your heart’s desire?  If you are seeking God first, then you can trust your heart’s desire for there is a divine intersection where God’s purpose for us and our own desire meet.  Like a delicate balancing act the two should merge and become a single path leading in the same direction.  Be careful however because desires can become dangerous when they are disconnected from our eternal purpose.  However, when desire flows from purpose, they act as a mighty current carrying us toward our God-ordained destiny!  So God has given us all the general purpose of living a life of passionate worship.  But every individual has a specific purpose that is discovered by the desire that God births into that worshipful heart.  When your desire is from God, you can trust your desire.  And when you are living God’s purpose, you can rest in the assurance that it will be both fulfilling and fulfilled.  Godly desire will become the very fuel that energizes you to life a life of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Application:&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to grow in God’s general purpose of living a life of worship?  Would you say that you are seeking God’s kingdom first, or your own?  Are the desires of your heart God-centered or self-centered?  Write out what the desires of your heart are in the areas of personal growth, family, ministry, and career.  Whose kingdom will be expanded if your heart’s desires are fulfilled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114686308380524942?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114686308380524942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114686308380524942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114686308380524942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114686308380524942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/godly-desire-fuel-for-life-of-purpose.html' title='Godly Desire:  the Fuel for a Life of Purpose'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114663429254029139</id><published>2006-05-03T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:40:12.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Getting Beyond Your Past and Into Your Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“By my God I can leap over a wall” – Psalm 18:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are the walls that stand between me and who God has purposed me to become.  My past rises up made by each sinful decision, which like blocks, are stacked one on top of the other.  Strongholds from the past often seem insurmountable because I failed to deal with them one at a time.  I have unwillingly constructed a wall of failures pieced together by the mortar of neglect and apathy.  Left to myself I would never get beyond the wall to my destination.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But “by my God” the wall of my past can at once be conquered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The wall of Jericho was a product of Israel’s failure to tackle a problem head-on in God’s timing.  So after 40 years of wandering through the wilderness, they were forced to deal with a problem that had been compounded by a lack of faith, apathy, and neglect.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Be thankful my heart, that I need not deconstruct this intimidating structure for there are bricks in my own wall that left me with massive scars.  Like Joshua of old saw God bring the wall down in a moment, that same God will strengthen my feeble legs and enable me to leap over my strongholds of past failure.  And leap I must, not in my strength, but by the power of my God.  And as He swiftly and gently conquers that which I could not, I must hold tightly to Him for He alone knows what awaits me on the other side of the wall.  This thing I do know, that as I move toward the heights of His purpose for my life, He will enlarge the path beneath my feet and deliver me into a spacious land because He delights in being my God (v. 19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Application&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What walls have you constructed through neglect and apathy that are keeping you out of the “promised land” of God's purpose for your life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you prepared to face those walls and take a leap of faith headlong into God’s purpose regardless of how intimidated you are by the fear of failure?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114663429254029139?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114663429254029139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114663429254029139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114663429254029139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114663429254029139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-beyond-your-past-and-into-your.html' title='Getting Beyond Your Past and Into Your Purpose'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114645911127876286</id><published>2006-05-01T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:42:56.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church and Culture'/><title type='text'>A Departure from the Norm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm sitting in a coffee shop in Portland, OR right now preparing for the last of my doctoral seminars at Western Seminary. Well, I guess it's obvious that I'm not "preparing" at this moment. In fact, I've spent the last few hours since my flight arrived here just observing the people up close. I took the Max train and the public bus to get to the Worldview Center, the place that's been my home away from home for the last year. When I hopped on the train at the airport most of the people around me looked "normal" enough. The further I got into town however there was a distinct change in appearance of the average person I found myself around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Out here, the norm is to have tattoos and piercings. I was at a bus stop a while ago musing to myself about how all these young independent types would regret their extreme body art when they got old and grey - and then I turned and sure enough, there was an elderly woman standing there with a tribal tatt on her arm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Back in Atlanta I am sometimes viewed as being the edgy one. I have a small tattoo, albeit tame in nature - an IXTHUS (the Greek lettering within the Christian fish sign). Ironically, out here I feel like a J.Crew model walking around in a skate park - totally out of place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just a few minutes ago an older man with wiry hair and a bushy beard rose from his chair beside me and glanced over asking, "What disseration are you working on?" Incredibly perceptive I thought. And then I thought, "How am I gonna explain 'missiology' to this guy?" Just a minute after I stumbled into the conversation I was listening to his thoughts on Bush - the evangelical Pope in his mind, and how organized religion is a conspiracy of governments and big business to suppress the common "average" guy like him. Well, this guy was anything but common or average in my book. If anything, he was thought-provoking. As he walked out I muttered, "Hope you find what you're looking for." trying to salvage the otherwise awkward conversation. He just turned and smiled responding, "I'm not looking for anything, man." My first thought was, "Then you've found it because you're living out of a bag in dirty clothes and trying to talk philosophy with strangers in coffee shops." But then I really started thinking about my call as a missionary church planter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I mean, I've been all over the world and shared the gospel with people of different cultures, but I'm sitting here on the left coast of my own country and am thinking "How in the world could I ever engage &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; culture, much less plant a church here?" This place is definitely a departure from the norm for me. The homeless flock here because the city supports it with shelters and food kitchens all over. I'm not saying that's a bad thing - I believe that social ministry is a necessity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My experiences this evening leave me with more questions than answers. I know and believe that the gospel is trans-cultural (applies equally anywhere). But the question is whether or not the Christianity that I have based my life upon is a Southern variation of the original where belief in God and the bible are a given and hypocrisy is winked at even in the church. Out here, &lt;em&gt;evangelical&lt;/em&gt; is a curse word. But is that word worth fighting for. I live and breathe the inerrancy and infallibility of the Scripture, but there's so much baggage added to the term beyond that. And if I were to try to plant a church out here what would it look like? I mean unless I reached some of these folks - tattoos, piercings and apolitical opinions and all - then would it really be a success? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have no plans to plant a church out here if anyone is wondering. But it's a valid thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A relevant one for my brothers ministering back in the Atlanta area too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The look of Atlanta is changing. Recent newspaper clippings sit in my office documenting the increasingly diversity of my own home county. Twenty years ago the county was over 90% white. Now that number is down around 60% with African-Americans and Hispanics each hovering around 17% and Asians making up the rest. And yet you look at most churches in Atlanta and it doesn't reflect that diversity at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Will the church remain relevant as the culture changes? A better question is "Will I remain relevant in my own hometown?" If so, I'm going to have to spend a lot more time thinking about how to engage in conversations with those who have taken a departure from what  I call "the norm". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114645911127876286?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114645911127876286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114645911127876286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114645911127876286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114645911127876286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/05/departure-from-norm.html' title='A Departure from the Norm'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114632084429107846</id><published>2006-04-29T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:29:31.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Just Like My Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1 Peter 1:13-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed. 14As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. 15But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; 16for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy."[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Go to" href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1+Peter+1&amp;passage2=&amp;amp;passage3=&amp;passage4=&amp;amp;passage5=&amp;version1=31&amp;amp;version2=0&amp;version3=0&amp;amp;version4=0&amp;version5=0&amp;amp;Submit.x=53&amp;Submit.y=12#fen-NIV-30375afen-NIV-30375a"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the trials I have endured and the faith which has resulted; in light of the way the Spirit of Christ preached the gospel message through the ages that I might be an object of his disturbing grace; in light of the fact that I have been elected as an inheritor of Christ’s  incorruptible Kingdom; in light of all this you LORD have asked me, nay commanded me, to prepare for battle.  Like a soldier I have much hanging off of me externally – unnecessary garb that will only serve to slow me down.  You have exhorted me to pull in and tuck away all that would trip me up – all that would slow me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that need to be put away:  pride, being a people pleaser, desires that are unbefitting for a disciple, worries of this world, and even sometimes what I call “ministry”.  Help me Father to pull in those loose ends in my thinking and regain control, or rather give you control of my mind so that I might be sober with Christ-centered priorities.  Not looking back at my failures but forward to your promises, which are the fulfillment of all grace coming to me at the revelation of my King, Jesus Christ.  I have no need to think other than that my Lord upon his return will continue to extend the grace he offered me on the day he brought me into the presence of his Father, our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I know you desire obedience from me just as I do from my own children – for your respect and for my good.  Often times in the past I have allowed my mind to drift back to the days of my ignorance when I could tell no difference between rocks and diamonds, fools gold and the real thing.  But now I do know and my mind has been trained by your Spirit to recognize a counterfeit.  Don’t allow me to be a poor steward of the brilliant and costly grace you’ve displayed and given to me.  Help me – cause me to be holy as you build your character into me.  You are holy my Father and I want to be like you so that you are glorified in me.  Every father would be honored by the thought that his son wants to grow up and be just like his daddy.  Abba, Daddy, I know that you alone are God.  I want to give you glory and experience the pure pleasure of being holy – like you – because that is my destiny in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114632084429107846?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114632084429107846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114632084429107846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114632084429107846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114632084429107846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-like-my-daddy.html' title='Just Like My Daddy'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114624878458938555</id><published>2006-04-28T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:29:59.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Searching for Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1 Peter 1:10-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10Concerning this salvation, the prophets, who spoke of the grace that was to come to you, searched intently and with the greatest care, 11trying to find out the time and circumstances to which the Spirit of Christ in them was pointing when he predicted the sufferings of Christ and the glories that would follow. 12It was revealed to them that they were not serving themselves but you, when they spoke of the things that have now been told you by those who have preached the gospel to you by the Holy Spirit sent from heaven. Even angels long to look into these things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the dawn of time prophets have labored looking forward in hope toward what I have the privilege of looking back upon in faith.  Those prophets “inquired” and “searched carefully” for the treasures hidden in the field.  They left no stone unturned and allowed no opportunity to pass.  They weren’t sure when or where the Christ would come, but they understood why.  The prophets knew of their sin and shortcomings and that drove them to a life of meticulous searching.  They were confident that God’s merciful grace was coming and that his lavish character would be generous with the benefits.  They worked and I benefited from their labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is much easier for me to buy a car than for me to build one.  For 100 years engineers have worked to design and perfect something that I now use daily.  I’m indebted to them for their life’s work has become a necessity to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more am I indebted to the faithful who came before me, praying and acting in faith, even at their peril, writing of their findings and passing the treasure of the knowledge of Christ down as an inheritance to me.  The Spirit of Christ compelled them with the idea of a Suffering Servant and motivated them with the thought of a glorious Messiah that would reign.  They understood that their toil would not produce much fruit in their lifetime, but they labored on in search of the treasure that their incomplete map might be passed to another generation.  And their hope was that one day a long way off, a generation would find the Treasure and steward it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In effect, my forebears were actually preaching the gospel through the portals of time and their voices are still ringing out to this day saying, “This is the way . . . the Treasure is here in this field.  The Cross marks the spot!  Now go sell all you have and purchase that field and be a good steward of that Treasure – our Christ – whose glory we labored and gave our lives for.”  And as they preached this simple message the angels in heaven perched on their posts looking down in amazement, even a bit puzzled, recognizing the likeness of their King on the face of a baby – in the touch of a healer – and in the blood of a condemned criminal.  And then early one morning they too grasped the glory of our priceless Treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, may I seek you and enjoy you with the same intensity that the prophets and angels did.  And may I be a good steward pointing others to you, our blessed Treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114624878458938555?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114624878458938555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114624878458938555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114624878458938555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114624878458938555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/04/searching-for-treasure.html' title='Searching for Treasure'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114614174284607147</id><published>2006-04-27T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:30:33.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Eyes of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1 Peter 1:7-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. 8Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, 9for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trials that I endure are not intended to destroy my faith, but rather to prove it genuine.  Like an unused muscle that has atrophied, faith that has no trials will weaken.  But the faith that you LORD have so mercifully gifted me with, you intend to train and teach me how to benefit from.  And it is this training which lets me know that my faith is genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire genuine faith because it always results in your praise, honor and glory.  And though I do not see you with human eyes, the eyes of faith have allowed me to focus on your beauty and I can’t help but love you my Lord Jesus.  I will one day see you clearly when you exchange my faith for sight, but until that day I will be content with the sight of you that has been burned into my heart and etched into my mind.  And by virtue of your training me to see you, I am filled with joy which my words fall short of conveying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a surgeon who has a trained eye to recognize what is unseen to ordinary man, make me skilled to see you through the eyes of faith until my faith of no longer of need and I am at last saved from the cancer of unbelief.  Let Christ be revealed in my heart each day from now until he is revealed on a cloud in the heavens.  I once was blind but now I see – what an inexpressible and glorious joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114614174284607147?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114614174284607147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114614174284607147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114614174284607147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114614174284607147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/04/eyes-of-faith.html' title='The Eyes of Faith'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114606501776307369</id><published>2006-04-26T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:31:08.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Dark Night of the Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1 Peter 1:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. 7These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of what Tozer refers to as “the dark night of the soul”, I have learned to rejoice in trials.  It is a time where the LORD has been silently with me.  The greatest suffering that I’ve endured has been how the LORD has stripped away the guise of emotion so that my spirit lay bare before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I’ve wanted to hear something, anything from you LORD.  I would’ve rather been chastised than to endure your silence.  I have grieved the loss of your company and yet you never left me.  I remember just prior to learning of Susan’s (my mother-in-love) cancer and the need for us to return from living in South Asia, how you spoke more clearly to me than I’ve ever heard.  That one word you spoke – “Emmanuel” – pierced my heart so that even now in your silence I can hear the echo, like ripples on a pond moving outward to cover my soul with the impact of your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I have taken liberty and sought affection elsewhere.  Almost as if to punish you for your silence I allowed my heart to drift toward idolatry.  But now you have brushed against me once more.  You have taken my hand, and though still silent, my heart has been broken at how quickly I forsook you.  I am learning that this trial has not been punishment, but rather purifying.  You have proved my faith genuine by taking me through the refiner’s fire.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So now I sit quietly with you in praise and thanksgiving in my heart that you never left me.  Now all glory and honor is yours as Jesus Christ has been revealed in me through taking away all my props and crutches.  Again I’m amazed at your gentle but strong presence.  You don’t have to say a word – I know you’re with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114606501776307369?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114606501776307369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114606501776307369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114606501776307369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114606501776307369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/04/dark-night-of-soul.html' title='Dark Night of the Soul'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114596991607179265</id><published>2006-04-25T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:39:52.675-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Prince and the Pauper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1 Peter 1:3-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade—kept in heaven for you, 5who through faith are shielded by God's power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus changed the rules of the religious landscape when he confidently and consistently referred to God as his Father. As a disciple of Jesus, Peter had a special relationship with his Lord. He was convinced that his relationship with Jesus brought him into favor with the Father of his Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, Father, I come to you based upon the same hope. You are Father to my dear friend, Jesus. Jesus found me lost and hurting and he took me in and cared for me. And now he has brought me to you – his blessed Father – and you show the same mercy as he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with you is not according to my own merit or worthiness. Like a criminal beggar I stood outside your gate with nothing to offer and a mind only to take. And because of your abundant mercy you have called me inside, wiped away my past and you are making me fit for servitude by training me in your mercies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my renewal and my hope cost you dearly. Your beloved Son, my friend who brought me to you – He paid my outstanding debts. Not with silver or gold, but with his precious blood. And because that debt has been paid in full I am now a free man. Let not my freedom carry me away from your presence. Rather, let the affection of my resurrected friend satisfy my deepest longings. Help me to see that his blood not only paid my debt, but it also was the cost of my adoption into your family where you have for me an inheritance to share as a further display of your extravagant mercies. Keep me near to you by faith and reveal the fullness of your great salvation in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114596991607179265?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114596991607179265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114596991607179265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114596991607179265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114596991607179265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/04/prince-and-pauper.html' title='The Prince and the Pauper'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-114590503740844417</id><published>2006-04-24T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:43:17.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>An Unworthy Candidate for Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;1 Peter 1:2&lt;br /&gt;1Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ, To God's elect, strangers in the world, scattered throughout Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia and Bithynia, 2who have been chosen according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, through the sanctifying work of the Spirit, for obedience to Jesus Christ and sprinkling by his blood: Grace and peace be yours in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of election I automatically go to the idea of choosing the best and most reputable candidate – one who will represent my thoughts and attitudes most accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I cannot comprehend then why I am among your elect and yet your Spirit confirms that I am. The thought that you chose me – you cast your vote for me – is gloriously unthinkable if that choice were based upon my merit or reputation. But your election of me is quite different in that it is not based upon my merit, but yours. You chose me so that you could form me into a representative – an ambassador of your Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of humanity’s fallen nature, there are no good candidates for that role. There are men of higher morals, deeper devotion and greater ability. And yet, even their strengths betray them and they are marred by sin, confirming their inability to adequately represent you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me you found nothing but sin and weakness and yet you cast your vote on me, knowing that you could mould me into Your image through the inner working of your Spirit. That is the essence of sanctification – you have set me apart to become holy and obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Moses ratified the Covenant with Israel through the sprinkling of blood (Exodus 24:8), you have confirmed your choice of me as representative by sprinkling the blood of Jesus on me. So here I am LORD with nothing to offer except what you work into me. Exercise in me your work of obedience and help me to be a good representative of your thoughts and feelings this day. I rejoice in your election of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: “The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation.” Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;Let this not be said of me. Rather, may I be both purposeful and live loud enough to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-114590503740844417?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/114590503740844417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=114590503740844417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114590503740844417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/114590503740844417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2006/04/unworthy-candidate-for-election.html' title='An Unworthy Candidate for Election'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-112327214336922862</id><published>2005-08-05T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:28:16.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>A Cloudy Paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2002/20021020/world3/smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2002/20021020/world3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The thunder is rolling low in the sky just outside my window and I have found my mind drifting from one thing to another. It is amazing how the rain can put me in a trance and render me useless. Every journey has its pondering places along the way. I guess that just like the rain washes everything clean, my cloudy mind needs to experience a rainy daze occasionally if for no other reason than that clarity follows soonafter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We normally think of a cloud as something that obscures our vision. But could it be that some clouds actually clarify? Could some clouds come into our lives not to confuse us but rather to guide us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God's children found that to be the case in the desert as they came out of Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of cloud to lead them along the way . . ." Exodus 13:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cloud clarified - it guided them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes clouds are scary though. I remember how as a child I would hear the thunder rumbling from the clouds outside and fear would strike me to the core. A cloud can't hurt anyone. It's just vapor - water molecules. And yet their black presence has the ability to change our mood and send us running. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I overcame those childish fears after time simply because experience has taught me that even when clouds roll in I generally have nothing to fear. Often we must "go into" our fears in order to render the fear powerless over our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the cloud in the desert represented the Presence of Almighty God, then the children of God faced a paradox. What they in fact feared was in reality their Protector. They followed at a distance, but the brave pressed in close. They enjoyed the cloud from afar, but Moses was not content with that. He desired to get personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Moses entered the cloud . . ." Exodus 24:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What did he find there? He found reason both to fear and to be comforted. In the Presence of Holiness embodied, Moses feared the LORD for he knew himself better than he ever had. And yet he was comforted, because all that had formerly been hidden and unknown had become plain and personal to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be like Moses . . . pressing into the God who I both fear and am comforted by. I want to draw near to the cloud so that all will be clarified. I want to breathe in the vapors and allow the Holy Spirit to engulf me in His Presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet I'm sitting here looking out the window at the clouds from a distance. I hear their rumbling and I see their movement. Will I dare to draw near? Will I find clarity in the cloud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-112327214336922862?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/112327214336922862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=112327214336922862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/112327214336922862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/112327214336922862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2005/08/cloudy-paradox.html' title='A Cloudy Paradox'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15087689.post-112310554764059036</id><published>2005-08-03T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:28:45.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Mid-Stream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/1600/harvest%20cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8024/1385/320/harvest%20cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;welcome to my sojourn. you're joining me mid-stream in this endeavor but at least we can share the adventure. we'll face many challenges in our search for authenticity and purpose, but we'll not allow those to diminish our joy in the journey as we seek to follow the Way. if you have questions, let us engage them together. if you have doubts, put them into words so that we can find clarity in the context of community. above all, let's set our gaze toward True North and move in that direction. one step at a time. come what may, we will move toward the Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15087689-112310554764059036?l=ggrobinson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/feeds/112310554764059036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15087689&amp;postID=112310554764059036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/112310554764059036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15087689/posts/default/112310554764059036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ggrobinson.blogspot.com/2005/08/mid-stream.html' title='Mid-Stream'/><author><name>George Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562654943115510787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
